#YALL SHOULD HAVE KNOWN IT WAS COMIN FROM ME

[rendevok]

“Take my hand” pages 12-15

1 - 2 - day 3 - 💙free day❤️ - 4

#nmweek23 #narumitsu #wrightworth #they’re so in love in this it makes my stomach turn because OOHHHHH MY GOODDDDDDDDD #I WANT. WHAT THEY HAVE! WHEN WILL IT BE ME #SMOOCHES #YALL SHOULD HAVE KNOWN IT WAS COMIN FROM ME #phoenix wright #miles edgeworth #aa #fan art #fan comic #past me wrote this comic like YEAH IM GONNA PUT IN ALL THESE THINGS I LIKE #and now im like [sets myself on fire] [sets myself on fire] [sets myself on fi #I’M SO EMBARRASSSSEEEDDDDDDDDD how the hell do any of you share your work i literally feel like im cutting out my heart for you #my two favorite panels are the 4th one on page 12 and the 3rd one on page 15…. framing them #i hope i was able to make it worth the wait! everyone’s support has meant so much to me as i worked :’^) #rendevok #please imagine them making out from now until the time it takes me to share the next part bc that is what they will be doing in my head

[meltwonu]

| 🍒 CH-CH-CHERRY BOMB! 🍒 |     [CHAPTER 3]

pairing; dom!seungcheol x camgirl!reader

this chapter’s notes; camshow, anal play, panty stuffing, toys that have fake cum, a bit of drunk ‘n dom!seungcheol, masturbation, daddy!kink 😳😏 yall! and we are back! I’m sorry we had to take a pause from last week but hopefully we won’t have anymore issues! 😭😭  this chapter is about 6.5k so strap in for the ride yall! and as always, thank you all soooo much for the support and love on my fics T_T it means so much to me! 💕 I hope yall have a good weekend bbys!! 🍒 

chapters; 1 - 2 - 3 - ?

dom.cheol has donated $250

angelhan: :( i still cant believe i missed ur morning show…

chwenon: me too, i wouldn’t have stayed up til 6am had i known lol

sleepy_wonu: tbf, i couldve gotten kicked out of lab if i got caught watching… worth it tho

dom.cheol: i was at work but anything for u, baby.

You can’t help but pout at the camera reading the comments; knowing that some of your viewers were working or in class when you had done your surprise show. “Aww, m’sorry… I know it was so out of place for me but… You guys probably get it too, right?” You pause, sliding off of the pillow you were sitting on top of. You’d done a short show tonight; doing a strip tease for the camera before mounting a pillow and grinding against it until you came; fingertips gripping onto the silk as breathy moans spilled from your lips.  

“Y’know? When you wake up and you’re just so needy.”

hoshi_tiger_xx: all the time, baby!

gentleman_josh95: literally me this morning ;(

“Right? See you guys get me!” You giggle. The sound of donations and comments sound off in the background as you zone out for a second.

It had already been a couple days since then and this was your first show back. You and Seungcheol had texted sporadically; a little bit of awkwardness on both ends if you were completely honest. He seemed genuinely shy which was not what you expected at first but you also knew it must’ve been weird for him to suddenly have unrestricted access to you. Seungcheol seemed to be unsure of what he was able to ask you or talk to you about, even though you had assured him that you wanted to get to know him just like regular friends.

In your case, Seungcheol was undeniably hot and seemed to really like you which sent the butterflies in your stomach soaring each and every time your phone pinged.

kitty_junjun: hey can i ask a weird question

You tilt your head, eyes blinking cutely at the camera. “Of course!”

kitty_junjun: do u think you’ll ever have a show with someone else? Like a guest or sth? I know we’ve asked before but i’m just curious since your anniversary is comin up again...

Biting your lip, you watch as the others chime in, asking the same question. In truth, you had considered it maybe once or twice. But that came with risks. Not only would you have to find someone who was okay with being on camera with you, but you also ran the risk of losing viewers if they weren’t happy with who it was or how it turned out.

Seungcheol bites his lip reading the comments; he’d thought about it too.

He thought about if he’d be jealous, which he convinced himself he wouldn’t be. He would.

And whether or not he would pay to be the person to join you on cam and fuck you in front of all your viewers.

He definitely would.

“Mmm… I mean, I definitely thought about it before? But wouldn’t it be weird to see someone else on my shows? And, like, an actual… guy?” You watch the comments fly past, donations getting lost in the flurry of comments saying that you should do it.

universe_WZ: and miss the chance of seeing u getting fucked and put in ur place like a good girl?

universe_WZ: i will pay top dollar

alphagyu97: same

artist8hao: also same

dom.cheol: you already know how much we’d all love to see your cute lil cunt getting filled up with a real cock, sweetheart.

You bite your lip in thought, glancing at the camera with a coy expression. “Hmm, okay! I’ll keep thinking about it… I really want to but it’s gonna take some time to find the right person and make sure they’re okay with being on cam with me too~”

j__min: u should ask me, i cam sometimes too… we should collab ;)

Trying to hide the awkwardness, you laugh it off, tucking a few stray hairs behind your ear. “Oh? A camboy that watches me? That’s interesting~”

There were usually only 13 of your viewers who you considered to be your ‘regulars’ and you knew them all by their usernames. Of course, there were others who seemed to comment here and there and lots of anonymous donations and comments as well. But the newcomer seemed to be very interested in you and you weren’t sure how to take it just yet.

“Hmm~ Okay! I think I’m gonna end the show here! It’s getting kinda late now, huh? I ended up staying and chatting too long again~”

dom.cheol has donated $300

universe_WZ has donated $100

dom.cheol: it’s okay baby we like talking to u :)

sleepy_wonu: agreed

You stick your tongue out, winking at the camera before you say your goodbyes and last few thank you’s.

“I’ll see you guys next time~ Sleep well and dream of me!”

Seungcheol takes a deep breath, rolling his computer chair away from his desk as soon as you go offline. You’d been as cute as you normally were, but this time he felt like your lust filled eyes pierced the screen a little harder than usual.

He reaches for his phone, opening your text window before typing a quick response. ‘Great show tonight, baby. ;)’ Pausing, he wonders if it’s a little too weird to text right after you’d finished a show; but instead hits send. The read receipt shows up immediately after which alerts Seungcheol you already had your text window up when he messaged you.

babygirl 🍒 : i was just about to message u!! hehe, how are u?

Seungcheol bites his lip. Would it be too much to call? He ponders.

‘Hey, is it okay to call? If ur busy, it’s okay. Just figured it’d be quicker than typing.’ He hits send before he can regret it, watching as the read receipt shows up under his message again.

In a few seconds, it’s his phone that rings, your display name at the top as he accepts your call.

“Cheollie!” Seungcheol’s heart threatens to beat out of his chest at your nickname for him, hand clutching the phone tightly as he tries to calm himself down. “Hey, sweetheart. Sorry, you must be tired? I just thought this would’ve been quicker.” He chuckles, standing from his computer chair as he makes his way towards his bed.

“Oh, not at all! I’m just tidying up so I have you on speaker right now~ If that’s okay?”

“Mm, of course, baby.”

Seungcheol takes the time to lay in his bed, a deep sigh escaping him as he relaxes into the sheets. “Everything okay, ‘Cheol?” Your voice is soft and gentle; music to his ears as he stares at the ceiling.

“Yeah! Just… the comments have been weird, huh?” He ends it with an awkward laugh, hoping you knew exactly what he was talking about.

“Oh, are you talking about people asking me to invite someone or the new guy in the comments?” Seungcheol doesn’t know which he wants to talk about first. “I guess both?” He inquires, hoping that it’s not too prying.

You make a humming noise on the other end, deciding which one to address first. “Mm, I mean… I would love to have someone else on the show with me but I don’t know… Don’t you think it’d be weird? I feel like I’ve been doing my show for so long by myself but maybe I should start trying other stuff…” You trail off, leaving it open-ended for Seungcheol’s opinion.

“It’s ultimately up to you, sweetheart. But---But if you do, just promise me you’ll make sure everything with this person checks out, okay? I mean--I just want you to be safe, don’t let it just be some weirdo off the internet.” Seungcheol blushes, words leaving his lips in a hurried mess. Sometimes he hated how overprotective he was of you. “And--and make sure they take a STD test and stuff, y’know?” Your giggles pour out of the phone receiver as Seungcheol hides his face in one of his pillows.

“Is this in reference to the ‘j__min’ person offering their services?” Yes.

“No…” Seungcheol mutters, somehow already knowing that you didn’t believe it.

“‘Cheol~ don’t worry. I’m not gonna get into cahoots with someone I don’t know. And honestly, it kinda weirds me out how he came out of nowhere… Makes me wonder if he was some anonymous viewer or donator this entire time and then decided to have a name.” There’s a pause on your end; Seungcheol hearing the washing machine going off.

“And anyway, if I were to do a cam show with someone else, I think I’d want to know them really well, don’cha think? Like a friend, maybe?”

Seungcheol lets you go to sleep after 15 more minutes of chatting; making sure you down a glass of water and get some food delivered before he lets you go for the night.

He places his phone down onto the nightstand, tugging his shirt off as he stands. But his phone pings not a second later, confusion crossing his features as he picks it up.

‘Hey hyung, don’t forget we’re going to that new diner across town tomorrow after work!!! I’m gettin me some disco fries baby!!!! - ggukie’

Seungcheol ends work 30 minutes later than he should the next day and Jeongguk watches from the concession stand as Seungcheol trudges over, fingertips running through his silvery-blue hair as he sighs.

“Some kid fuckin’ puked in the restroom and nobody wanted to clean it up so guess who did.” He complains, leaning his head onto the cool countertop as Jeongguk pats his head comfortingly. “Not my job but you should’ve called someone else. Where was Yoongi-hyung?”

“Gone, as per usual. We both know he clocks out 30 minutes early.”

The two laugh half-heartedly, making sure they have their things before they leave for the night. The night shift crew had already checked in just a few minutes prior; Taehyung and Hoseok waving them off as they leave.

They hop into Seungcheol’s car; Jeongguk already fiddling with the radio controls as Seungcheol puts in the address for the new diner that had opened up. “I hope this place is good. It seems to get a lot of good reviews for a place that just opened up, like, two weeks ago.” Jeongguk nods, settling into his seat as Seungcheol pulls out of the parking lot.

“We live in a city that’s straight out of an episode of Riverdale. I mean, we work at a roller rink? And there’s diners all over? But we’re in the present day with present day technology? Soon we’ll be Archie and Jughead. Except I want to be Jughead since I have the tattoos so you can be Archie. Or we can both be, like, from the Serpents but I still want to be Jughead.”

Seungcheol raises a brow at Jeongguk’s references.

“I don’t know that show so all of that just went over my head.”

It takes approximately 30 minutes to get across town; the huge neon lights from the diner welcoming them into the parking lot as Seungcheol parks the car somewhere near the entrance.

“God, was it just me or did that take a long time? I’m fuckin’ starving.” Seungcheol mutters; hopping out of the driver’s seat. “I think you’re just hungry, hyung.” Jeongguk offers, jogging up to the other male as they make their way to the doors.

Thankfully, the place seemed relatively empty for a Thursday night, a lone male standing at the front of the diner in a pastel coloured uniform.

“Hey! Welcome to Dynamite, my name’s Jun! Table for two?” Seungcheol nods slowly, eyes narrowing at the male who, for whatever reason, seemed familiar.

Jun picks up two menus, guiding them to a booth in the far corner of the diner. “We’re just a little understaffed tonight so I’ll also be your server tonight! Can I get you guys some water to start?” The two nod as they sit in the multi-coloured booth. “Hey, can I ask you something?” Jun blinks, nodding slowly as Seungcheol peers up at him from where he’s seated.

“I feel like I’ve met you? It’s weird. I’m pretty sure we’ve never met though…?” Seungcheol trails off, confused eyes meeting Jun’s. Jun wracks his brain, unsure, but feeling the same way. “I dunno, I feel the same but I’m pretty sure we never met. Maybe a past life thing?”

Jeongguk laughs, eyes too focused on the menu in front of him. “Oh, that’d be weird as fuck.”

“Anyway, I’ll come back with your water!” Jun walks away, leaving Seungcheol and Jeongguk to go through the menu.

“Hey, Seungcheol-hyung?”

“Mm?”

“I know you said you’re usually busy on the weekends but I’m doing a PUBG stream on Saturday and was wondering if you wanted to hang? I asked Yoongi-hyung too and he’s coming over to drink and hang out.” Seungcheol’s lips press into a firm line, eyes burning holes into the menu in front of him.

Jeongguk was a video game streamer sometimes and his streaming schedule lined up with yours which is why Seungcheol almost never had a chance to watch or be a part of Jeongguk’s. “Um, what time is it at?”

“I’m thinking of streaming from like 6PM to midnight or somethin’. But you don’t have to be there the entire time! Just thought it’d be cool to hang out on the weekends for once.”

Seungcheol nods slowly, glancing up at Jeongguk who’s already staring back at him. “I can probably show up for a bit? I need to leave by 10 though, I, uh, sleep early sometimes.” He knows Jeongguk doesn’t buy it, but a smile paints itself onto the younger male’s face in an instant.

“Cool! Wow, didn’t think you’d say yes actually.”

The older male nods, a tight smile on his lips. Your cam schedule was almost always on time; Fridays, Saturdays, every other Monday, and every other Wednesday at 11PM. Sometimes you’d have surprise shows, like before, but you often kept to your schedule unless something important came up. “I know, I get so busy on the weekends, y’know?”

Jun comes back with their waters, setting them down on the table before fishing out a pad and paper to take their orders. “What are you doing on the weekends anyway? I feel like I’ve never asked directly but you never return my calls on Fridays and Saturdays.” Seungcheol freezes mid-order, hands gripping the laminated menu. “Um, and a cherry coke, please, thank you. And I told you ‘Guk, I… I just like to unwind on the weekends, I like to enjoy my quiet time so--so sometimes I just turn my phone off, y’know?.”

Jeongguk puts his order in with Jun who runs their order back before he walks off again. “Is working at the roller rink that bad? I know it can get wild sometimes but… are you thinking about quitting?”

In truth, Seungcheol had thought about it before when he was first starting out at the roller rink. But he also knew it paid too well for him to leave just yet. “Nah, just… it gets loud, y’know? I end up doing jobs around the place that I’m not qualified to do. And with Namjoon-hyung gone still, we’re shorthanded. I thought about picking up another job for some extra cash, but with what time?” Seungcheol grabs his glass of water, lips puckered around the plastic straw as he takes a sip.

“You should cam!”

Water sprays all over the table as Seungcheol sputters, choking on the liquid. “The---what!?” Jun runs over with a stack of pink tissues, helping to wipe up the water as Jeongguk stares from across the table with a wide grin. He waits until Jun leaves again; eyes fixated on Seungcheol and the crimson blush that coats his cheeks and ears. “It’d be easy money for you. You’re not exactly ugly, and you can cover your face!”

“Why exactly are you suggesting that!? Why’d you go straight for that!?” Seungcheol screams under his breath.

“Let’s be real, it’s crossed my mind so it’s probably crossed yours too. You can always just game too, but if you need cash quick y’know… And hey, I have some extra equipment so…” Jeongguk trails off, wiggling his eyebrows at Seungcheol suggestively.

Seungcheol had actually thought about that too. Maybe once or twice.

But after he’d spoken to you and found out just how difficult it really was to keep your viewers engaged and how difficult it was trying to find new ideas to bring to your cam show, he knew it wasn’t as easy as most people thought it’d be. You always put in extra effort in your cam shows and it was a whole production with effort and ideas. Sometimes it took you days to even come up with a theme for a show and sometimes it didn’t do as well as you’d hoped.

“Um, if I ever do, I’ll let you know ‘Guk.”

Saturday comes sooner than Seungcheol knows and he’s antsy. He could barely even enjoy your cam show from the night prior knowing that he had to haul ass back home after Jeongguk’s stream. He plots out the drive home; times it just perfectly so he still has some spare time to relax before your show starts.

For a second, he wonders if it was the right decision or if he should’ve just stayed home like he normally did. But he quickly shakes the thoughts out of his head; glad to get out of his apartment and spend time with his friends on the weekends for once.

He makes it to Jeongguk’s place on time, a box of beer tucked under his arm when he knocks on the door. Shockingly, it’s Yoongi on the other end who greets him; a lopsided smile on his face as he ushers Seungcheol inside. “‘Guk was setting up so…”

“I brought more beer! He said you were spending the night on his sofa so drink all you want, hyung.” Yoongi nods, plopping back down onto the sofa as Seungcheol makes his way towards Jeongguk’s PC room.

The entire room is lined with LEDs, posters of anime and various video games lining all the spaces between the soundproofing pads that Jeongguk haphazardly attached to the wall.

“Yooo, how’s the setup coming?”

“I’m almost ready!”

It takes 20 more minutes of Jeongguk fiddling before he sits in his expensive gaming chair; Seungcheol close behind as he watches the younger male pull up the loading screen. “You’re not drinking, hyung?”

Seungcheol shakes his head, legs crossed as he leans back in the spare desk chair. “Nah, I drove here. Gotta be responsible, kid.” Jeongguk shakes his head, placing his headset and mic on before starting his stream.

“Hey guys! Welcome back to Golden Closet Gaming! I’m doing a PUBG stream tonight and one of my closest friends is here so if you hear him on the mic, that’s definitely not a ghost this time!” A concerned look crosses Seungcheol’s features but he laughs lightly. “Hey guys, I’m Seung---I’m, uh… I’m---SCOUPS!” He blurts out in a hurry; using his gaming username instead.

“And I’m your main player, JK!”

Watching Jeongguk game so seriously is interesting for Seungcheol. They take a break an hour and a half into Jeongguk’s streaming session to get food and drinks; immediately going back to the PC room right after.

But it makes Seungcheol wonder what it was like on your end to always be alone filming in your bedroom to thousands of people in such an intimate setting. For a second, it makes him sad, wondering if you ever felt lonely after your shows were over. Or if you were so tired and could barely take care of yourself.

I would’ve gladly been the one to take care of you after your shows, he thinks.

“Fuck you too, asshole! Get the fuck out!”

Jeongguk’s screaming brings him out of his sad thoughts; a brow raised as he peers at the screen. How the younger male had the energy to game for so long was beyond him sometimes.

“Uhhh anyway comments are asking what I should stream next week? I dunno, give me some ideas? Not the SIMS again though...” Jeongguk mutters. “Oh, j__min said I should play The Last of Us?”

The name has Seungcheol perking up in an instant, leaning over Jeongguk’s shoulder as his eyes dance over the comments.

j__min: bro u were supposed to stream that like 4 streams ago, wtf 

seokGENIE: its a good game tho, id be interested in seeing how badly u do

j__min: actually yea me too lmao

Seungcheol’s eyes narrow slightly. Surely it couldn’t be? He thinks. The typing style wasn’t the same at all but the username was, which sent Seungcheol’s mind into a frenzy at the possibility.

But unfortunately for Seungcheol, Jeongguk launches into another match which means he had to wait another time to ask about it. He notes it mentally, making sure to get answers as soon as he can.

10PM comes sooner than Seungcheol expects and he lets Jeongguk know when it’s 9:50PM and while they’re in the middle of a break that he needs to go.

“Damn, where did time go? But okay, hyung! Sorry we didn’t really talk and I just gamed the entire time but maybe next time we can actually do something else? Go out for drinks maybe?” He shoots the older male his best puppy eyes until Seungcheol sighs and gives in, nodding as he fishes for his car keys.

“I’ll see you at work, okay?”

Seungcheol waves at Yoongi still glued to the sofa; a tiny wave of his own as he wishes Seungcheol a safe drive home.

He makes it home at exactly 10:32PM, toeing his shoes off before shucking off his jacket and tossing it onto the back of the sofa. He shuffles to the kitchen and grabs a few beers out of the fridge; already downing two entire bottles before he even makes it to his PC.

The buzz feels good when he sits down, taking a swig of his third bottle as he boots up his computer. In the meantime, he checks his phone, scrolling through apps and deleting notifications.

A text pops up at the top of his phone’s screen.

babygirl 🍒 : see u soon :)

Seungcheol smirks; ego inflated knowing that he was the only one getting that text message.

He checks the clock, 10:56PM, and loads up your profile, simultaneously finishing off his third can of beer since he’d gotten home.

For whatever reason, you’re nervous when you finally sit down in front of your camera setup tonight. You adjust your baby pink lace bra that Seungcheol had gotten you; a cherry blush on your cheeks as the giddiness pours over you.

Checking the clock, you notice it’s already 10:59PM, finger hovering over the ‘rec’ button before pressing it.

It takes a second before the comments already start flooding in; the sound of donations and comments flying across the screen in an instant.

“Whoa~ You guys are so eager tonight, huh? Already so many donations! Thank you!” You shift slightly onto your side, biting your lip. “We’re already so close to the minimum donations for me to start… what’s up with you guys?”

tangerine_kwan: I’m so glad to see u, yesterday was not enough

therealchan99: fuckin talk abt it dude, i almost quit my job im stressed i need to see u princess

dom.cheol has donated $500

dom.cheol: fuck, baby i need to see your pretty lil pussy already i’m so fuckin hard

Your eyes go wide with Seungcheol’s massive donation. He usually waited until you were mid-show or towards the end to donate such huge amounts of money and yesterday he seemed relatively quiet during your show. It threw you off slightly, but you just assumed he might’ve just been going through some things at the time. “Seems like you guys had a rough week, huh?”

xcaliburDK: gOD u dont even know, ur literally my stress relief, beautiful

kitty_junjun: yea i just started working at a new place and its… weird, just glad to be off today

Pouting at the camera, you lean in a little closer. “Hmm, guess I should start then, shouldn’t I~? Since you all seem like you need a ‘lil escape~”

gentleman_josh95 has donated $45

sleepy_wonu has donated $70

sleepy_wonu: please put us out of our misery, baby

You can’t help but giggle, sliding the bra straps down your shoulders before you unhook the material and toss it to the other side of the bed. “This cute setup didn’t last very long this time! Should I upload some pics later to my private room?”

alphagyu97: plz

chwenon: yes yes yes lewds plz

“Okay~” You pause, fingertips hooked onto the sides of your panties. “I actually… wanted to try a new toy…” You murmur, shyness taking over as you slowly slide your already wet panties down your thighs. Sitting back down, you slide them off completely before you place them next to you, glancing at the comments as you cross your ankles.

artist8hao: wait was that…

universe_WZ: i think so

hoshi_tiger_xx: plz plz plz let us seeeeee

dom.cheol has donated $200

dom.cheol: spread your legs, sweetheart. Let daddy see.

You clench your teeth at the arousal that pools in your lower abdomen; shaky legs parting towards the camera. Squirming slightly, the plug that you had eased into your ass shifts, making you mewl at the feeling. You’d tried using your fingers in the past, but by far, the toy was the biggest you’d used yet.

“I--I… I bought this toy m-myself ‘cause I wanted to… wa--wanted to… start learning how to t-take cock in my ass too…”

The way you sit on the bed has the toy fully seated inside of you, toes curling against the bed sheets as your hazy eyes flit to the camera. “I dunno how long I’m gonna last, it feels so good~” You moan, grinding against the sheets underneath you.

angelhan has donated $150

angelhan: i’m begging please, panty stuffing

You bite your lip, eyes dancing over to the lace material sitting next to you. “Hmm~ I don’t think I’ve ever done that on my show before… Should I try it?” You ask cutely, flashing the camera a cheeky smile. The donations pour in like rain; the pinging making your stream lag for a second as it tries to keep up.

dom.cheol has donated $400

tangerine_kwan has donated $100

dom.cheol: fuck, sweetheart lets see you get those panties fucking soaked

universe_WZ has donated $200

“Guess we have our answer?” You laugh airily, reading a few of the comments that were basically begging you to.

Spreading your legs as wide as you can, you maneuver yourself against your pillows; grabbing the lacy material. You quickly adjust the camera with a remote, zooming in until it’s focused on your soaking folds. “Ngh, I’m already so fuckin’ wet… this plug is really making me feel so full~”

dom.cheol: i bet your cute lil ass could barely take my fuckin cock huh

“Mmh, is daddy gonna fuck my ass and make me cum nice and hard?”

yes, yes yes, god yes!

Seungcheol could die right now and be happy.

He wraps a hand around his cock, hips shallowly thrusting up into his closed fist as he watches you run your own fingertips through your wet folds before you sink two of them into your tight pussy. His eyes flutter shut, the image of himself fucking your tight ass as you whine and beg for his cum dancing behind his eyelids.

The alcohol in his body has him on edge even quicker; the grip he has on his cock loosening so he doesn’t cum as quickly.

“A-ah… g--guess it’s time to try this…” You whisper, reaching for the lacy panties. You drag the material up your thigh teasingly, swinging it around your wet fingertips before you place it against your entrance.

You take a deep breath, slowly pushing the panties into your pussy.

tangerine_kwan: oh my god oh my god

alphagyu97: fuck thsts so hot fuck

angelhan: spread your legs more, please god

Your lust filled eyes glance towards the comments, shakily spreading your legs as far as they can go. “O-oh god it--it feels suh--so good…” You mewl, pressing the material further and further into your pussy.

“It’s d-different but… but it’s--it’s--mmh!” 

You’re cumming before you know it, toes curling against the sheets as you cum around the toy in your ass and your fingers and panties deep inside your pussy.

Your legs threaten to clamp shut in an instant, which you fight off; the sound of donations and coins clinking flooding your eardrums. “I--fuh--fuck, I--I didn’t know I was gonna c-cum from that!” You let out a breathy laugh, moaning as you continue to push the panties inside of you until the fabric is completely gone from the camera’s view.

chwenon: now will u sell those

hoshi_tiger_xx: please once again i am begging I AM BEGGING

“Aww~ I wish I could… but you guys know my rules~” You pout; body warm and fuzzy after your first, unexpected orgasm. “God, I didn’t… I really didn’t know that’d make me cum so easily~”

dom.cheol: fuck sweetheart, your cute lil cunt cums so fuckin easily

“I know~ I have such a greedy pussy… Always want something filling me up…” You wink at the camera, reaching for a toy that was out of view. “I have another toy~ hehe, tonight is just full of new things, huh?”

You show the toy off to the camera, shifting so that you're on your knees instead. “It looks like a regular dildo right? But it’s full of cum! Not real cum anyway, but cum lube… It’s not the same but it’ll have to do for now~”

therealchan99: oh fuck oh god

sleepy_wonu: aww is the princess gonna let it cum in her cute ass?

artist8hao has donated $75

kitty_junjun has donated $50

dom.cheol: lets see that ass fuckin take all that cock baby

dom.cheol: let it cum in ur pretty lil hole

dom.cheol: fuck

You zoom your camera back out, turning to your side enough so that you could still see your monitor but also still be in frame. “Yeah? Does daddy wanna see how a good girl takes cock in her ass?” Moaning, you reach behind you, fingers on the end of the plug as you slowly pull it out. The stretch makes your back arch slightly; legs trembling when the larger part of the toy finally breaches past the puckered muscle.

The sudden emptiness only makes you reach for the dildo faster, covering it with lube before you place it against your ass. “D’you think I can take it?”

tangerine_kwan: i kno u can baby

sleepy_wonu: yes eys yes

dom.cheol: daddy knows u can, sweetheart

You place the toy at your puckered hole, biting your lip and telling yourself to relax before you slowly start easing it into your ass. “O-oh fuck…” You had made sure the toy was on the smaller size since it was your first time but the stretch of it still had your body tensing up almost immediately.

It takes a long and torturous minute until the toy is fully seated in your ass; body buzzing at the sensation. “G-god it--fuck, it feels even better than the plug~” You whine, maneuvering until you were sitting down on the toy completely.

You let your body adjust to the new feeling for a moment before you’re bouncing on the dildo, loud cries and garbled moans spilling from your lips. The new feeling has you chasing your high insanely fast; tuning out the comments and noises as you focus on your own pleasure.

Your mind can’t help but imagine Seungcheol again; his hands roaming your skin and his deep voice growling filthy praises into your ear as he fucks you from behind. You clench around the toy and the panties still in your pussy, wrecked sobs on your lips at the thought.

Before Seungcheol, you always imagined nameless hands on your body or even resorted to thinking about other videos you’d seen to help get you off. Some days it was harder and some days you were cumming in under five minutes. But now that Seungcheol had a name and face to you, it was impossible for you to imagine anyone else fucking you.

“Shi---it, I--I wanna cum!”

dom.cheol: already? Fuckin greedy lil ass

dom.cheol: cum, sweetheart. Let daddy cum in ur tight ass too

universe_WZ has donated $100

alphagyu97 has donated $75

You alternate from bouncing on the dildo to swiveling your hips; reaching a free hand down to rub circles around your swollen clit. “Already? Can I cum?” You whisper, mind already a puddle of goo now that you were so close.

kitty_junjun: cum

xcaliburDK: cum

chwenon: cum

dom.cheol: you heard them, sweetheart. Cum. Now.

Seungcheol’s grip on his cock tightens after he sends the comment; growls spilling from his lips as he watches you bounce on the toy. His cock throbs in his hold, already feeling himself just as close to his orgasm as you were to yours.

“Fu--fuck I’m cumming! D---daddy!” You cry, slamming yourself down onto the toy as you cum hard. Seungcheol bites his lip to keep in his own screams; streaks of cum landing on his shirt and jeans as he works himself through his own orgasm.

He tries to keep his eyes focused on you in the midst of his orgasm, watching as you squeeze the base of the dildo until the cum inside starts to pour into your ass. “O--oh god!” You mewl, still thrusting the toy into your ass.

Seungcheol’s mouth goes dry when you reach a shaky hand between your legs, fingertips dipping into your pussy and pulling the soaked lace until half of it is in view of the camera. His grip on his cock tightens, moans on his lips when you then slowly start pulling the dildo out of your ass; the fake lube immediately spilling out of your ass and onto the bed sheets and sliding down onto the panties.

universe_WZ: oh my god oh ymg f

xcaliburDK: eyeeeeeee

kitty_junjun: i

You push the fake cum out, soft cries on your lips as the last bits of your orgasm roll through your body. The fake cum feels slightly cold which sends a shiver up your spine as it drips down your legs.

“Mmh… god that---that was intense…” You mumble, upper body slumping against the sheets.

You reach a hand between your legs again, making sure you’re in the camera’s view when you tug on the panties again; this time pulling them all the way out as you groan.

alphagyu97: if ur not selling those can it be a giveaway

alphagyu97: make it a raffle

You toss the soiled fabric to the side, mindful of the puddle of fake cum soaking into the sheets as you readjust your tired self in front of the camera. “You guys really want these, huh?” You laugh, responding to a few other stray comments asking for the soaked material. Your entire body is tingling from all the new sensations, mind going a mile a minute with the adrenaline coursing through your veins.

Slumping forward, you thank your viewers again, yawning as you stretch out. “I think I need a bubble bath now~ ‘m so messy!”

hoshi_tiger_xx: we love a messy girl ;)

therealchan99: fuck yea we do

Letting a few more viewers leave donations, you start saying your goodbyes; wishing everyone a good weekend before you blow a kiss to the camera and sign off.

Seungcheol sends one last donation of $550, jaw clenched and cock still throbbing.

He reaches for his phone on instinct, opening your text window. Pausing, he grins. Maybe it was the alcohol in his system but he opens his camera app, flipping it so that it’s on him as he snaps picture after picture of his cum covered torso and his free hand still wrapped around his hard cock.

Smirking, he opens your text window again, thumb dancing across the keyboard with renewed energy.

‘fuck, princess. your fuckin show got me so hard. those panties were fuckin soaking from how much u liked getting ur ass fucked huh? I bet i could get u to cum just from me fuckin your cute lil ass... probably wouldnt even need to touch ur clit or fuck your cunt to get your tight walls cummin for me. but ur a greedy lil thing arent u? probably would still want a toy to keep that pussy nice n sated. fuck, im still hard even tho i already came once.’

He hits send before he thinks twice, quickly attaching a few of his own pictures before he locks his phone and tosses it onto his desk.

Seungcheol’s body is sensitive from his first orgasm still, but his hips thrust up into his closed palm again; head leaning up against the headrest as he lets out harsh breaths. His eyes flutter shut, eyelashes tickling his skin.

This time his imagination runs wild; hands tangled in your hair while he tugs on it, forcing your back straight against his chest as he fucks into you hard and fast. He imagines your sweet voice begging him to let you cum, walls tight around his cock when you fall apart on it.

“Fuck!” He cums hard, body rigid as his free hand digs into the armrest and the air is knocked out of his lungs.

Seungcheol vaguely hears his phone pinging in the background; mind hazy as the waves of his orgasm wash over his body.

When he starts to come down, he slumps against the chair, sleepiness already taking over with his two orgasms and the alcohol still in his system. He mentally makes a note to get rid of his soiled clothes another time, tiredly reaching for his phone.

He stares at it through his blurry vision, barely making out your name before he blinks the tiredness away enough to read your message.

babygirl 🍒: hehe~ does daddy want my panties then? i’ll gladly give them to u if u want them~ 😚

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[curiousobjecthead]

Sexism and double standards, and canon expectations

i know i know, today’s topic was more about shipping, wasn’t it ? and like this it doesn’t really sound like it has anything to do with it, right ?

well !!! we’ll see about that !

for everyone that follows me, y’all know that i am The OC advocate. what is up with nox again ? oh, you know, complaining about how ocs are treated in the community. this time, however, we’re gonna spice things up a lil’ bit.

we spoke about female characters a while ago ! about female ocs, and how they’re perceived. or about shipping with ocs, at all ! and while we can all agree that this situation sucks a whole lot, right ?

HOWEVER !!! We did NOT speak about canon characters !

because that’s right, they’re also here, and they are also facing struggles !  but what kind of struggles, nox, i hear you scream. well that’s simple.

welcome, to this long post, that you can totally reblog if you want to.

CANON CHARACTERS - A FANDOM’S WHOLE EXPECTATION

don’t tell me you don’t have those. everybody has those ! it goes from shipping, to how a character should be portrayed, it’s out there, everywhere, and more characters than others suffer from it. in fact, a while ago, this post from @champizard​ roamed around ( hey jay B) ), and i am linking it here because it proves one of my points.

► when you roleplay a canon character, there are SHIPPING EXPECTATIONS.

leon and sonya, leon and raihan, raihan and piers, nessa and sonya, nessa and milo, and oh, here it is, the examples i hate the most, but guzma and lusamine and maxie and archie.

note that i am not here to bash on any ship. we all got different tastes. this a community ! but we got a point where we gotta draw the line.

the problem here, is that someone, let us say, someone that roleplays a nessa (which is an example i’m gonna use A Lot on this post), who do you think is going to try to ship with them? the answer is: milos, and sonyas, mainly. because that is what the fandom wants. because those ships are the ones the fandom cheriches. because that is what you see the most in the fandom, because those are popular ships, and because THIS is what the fandom EXPECTS.

once again, don’t get me wrong. ship what you ship, and have fun as a duo. what matters is that this is all consensual, talked about, y’know, something both parties feel hella comfortable with.

emphasis on consensual and comfortable.

i’ve had friends leave fandoms because they were forced a ship upon, and not only by roleplayers that played the other side of the ship, but by the community itself. had friends not knowing how to feel exactly, because they had these waves of characters, ALL THE SAMES, comin’ at them like hurricanes, all for one thing, and them not shipping that, or simply not being that much into shipping.

canons are expected to be shipping outlets, and if for ocs, that is seen as a bad thing, for canons, you bet your ass it is positive. and especially if it is a popular character. we’ve had the guzmas, now it’s the leons, i feel, y’know?

so now that we talked about that, let’s tackle the other two subjects, yeah ? starting with good ol’ sexism.

FEMALE MUSES AND WHAT THEY ALL GO THROUGH

we talked about female ocs. we talked about how they’re treated. about how female ocs are frowned upon, more than male ocs. about how they are seen as objects, shipping outlets, little accessories that nobody really wants. you got a female oc? and she’s nice, and good-looking, and strong? she’s likeable? ah, you must be here for the shipping, you disgusting bag of dicks! and she’s absolutely a mary sue, you absolutely do not know how to write a character !

and this example right there not only happened to me and many others, but also totally killed my muse for a very long while, and i still feel sometimes self-conscious about logging on that blog. y’all see what happens to creativity when you say shit like that ? 

but, lo and behold, THE OTHER WAY AROUND ALSO EXISTS

i am talking about female characters that are so oversexualised by the fandom, the character now depicted by a roleplayer is seen as what the fandom sees it: a meat market.

the unwanted ‘step on me queen’, the ‘you’re fine, girl’, the forced shipping, the unwanted sexism, the expectation of NSFW.

and i’m gonna drop here, once again, the nessa case: nessa, a beautiful woman, nessa, a strong character, nessa, beautiful nessa, who’s likeable also, is loved by the fandom, and here’s the double standards.

and here’s everyone wanting to ship with her.

oversexualisation of a character is not something seen with canon characters only -- a friend of mine, @exspiravited​, got the same kind of trouble with Gira, their giratina gijinka oc, and here is the post.

sexism and oversexualisation in the community isn’t something uncommon, and something that, frankly? nobody fucking talks about. yet it is there, it is well alive, and the community eats it without noticing. the community feeds on it, the same community that looks down upon some kind of characters and how they are depicted, does the exact fuckin’ same. yeah i see you. i see you sending weird anons, weird, disgusting anons, or forcing ships on someone else when you’re not even roleplaying a character of that ship.

if someone wants to be thisrty on their blog? they can do it themselves. they don’t need outside, unwanted help. they’re doing just fine, don’t worry.

so yeah, that’s done ! hey, double standards ! let’s talk about that !

this one is gonna be more about ocs, that we all know and i love, because once again, i saw some shit.

y’all know dosh’te. you know, the character on this blog? y’all know it wasn’t easy. people would often tell me that an objecthead shouldn’t be in the pokémon universe, that it’s weird, that it shouldn’t be there.

same people absolutely adore ball guy.

you can understand the euphoria, and sadness, and anger i felt, once i noticed all that.

an oc will never be, can never be, and will never be accepted like a canon character is.

this is the double standard, that we already tackled before. y’know, with female characters and all? and shipping? ocs are always getting the scrapes.

don’t get me wrong - i get it ! sometimes i also frown slightly at an oc bio, but then i realize, why the fuck should i? this canon character does this, right? and then it hit me -- we are still in the mindset that creativity, when it comes to an oc, is ALWAYS A BAD THING.

your oc’s an objecthead? no can do! your gym leader oc is also a model? where they got that time from?! no, shut up! you can do that -- oh hey, ball guy and nessa !

your oc cannot be something too much. why so? they are seen as a mary sue. how do i know that? because my very own character, aria, was accused as such, many times. 

if your character is too strong, you’re powerplaying, they’re a mary sue. if you character is known, you’re powerplaying, they’re a mary sue. if your character is pretty, they’re a mary sue -- come on. we already talked about this yall.

so there you have it ! thanks for making it this far !

what my sick, twisted, impidimp hands forced me to write on a monday evening. in the end, what have we learned ? to be nice and understanding. this is a community yo, we gotta look out for each other, watch each other’s backs. this how shit works. if we’re ganging up on each other, and making this a pretty unsafe place, then, what’s the point ?

don’t forget to read the rules, read the bio, and if you got any more questions ? be nice, and ask away.

peace B)

#ᶠᵘᶜᵏᵉʳ ᵒᶰᶫᶦᶰᵉ ⚡ || mun #[ vent tag ] #[ idk if its venting or nah ] #[ psa tag ] #[ yeah more like it i guess ??? i should have an oc discourse tag ]

[verdigrisprowl]

Mar 22 Blurr’s Horror Stream - Train to Busan

A brave, noble public servant died in this movie.

Prowl found out that Jazz has contact with the Dinobots in another universe that are also known as the Knights of Cybertron, and plans to contact him about them soon.

Welcome to the 'speedxstealer' room. The chat room has been cleared by the moderator. Ratchet: *pops in* B l u r r: / drags self in / Ratchet: *and heads for the Whirl hammock. he can be kicked out when Whirl gets here if Whirl so desires but right now the hammock looks comfy* FakeProwl: *appears* FakeProwl: ... Soundwave's not here yet. Whirl: *trots on in. Snack table first, hammock later* Ratchet: Nope. ItsyBitsySpyers: *Speak of the devil and he shall appear.* Whirl: *...but he does pause and bob his helm at Ratchet* FakeProwl: I'll wait for—oh. You're here. ItsyBitsySpyers: *Greeting pings to all* Whirl: *another bob* Ratchet: *return nods* Whirl: *all right. Let's see if there's anything new or interesting on the menu tonight. Whirl's sniffin away* FakeProwl: *claims a seat on Soundwave's couch* B l u r r: / there are some new liquid snacks / ItsyBitsySpyers: *Looks between Prowl and Ratchet. Shall he expect Prowl to sit with the doctor today?* ItsyBitsySpyers: *Ah, that answers that question. Parks himself nearby.* B l u r r: / has his claw closed and settles in his seat. Sinks down into his couch / Whirl: *Prowl is not gonna sit near Ratchet, that would require him to go into the hammock ItsyBitsySpyers: *Ravage slinks in and makes himself comfortable on Blurr* FakeProwl: Ratchet's here. Hello. B l u r r: /reaches with his free claw to pet Ravage on the helm/ Ratchet: *yes Ratchet is sitting with Whirl tonight. and also like half asleep. sorry whirl ur gonna get slept on* Whirl: *one a scale of one to 10 how noxious is the strongest-smelling one* Whirl: *Ratchet has personal space privileges, he is allowed to fall asleep on Whirl* Ratchet: Heya, Prowl. ItsyBitsySpyers: (txt): Greetings. FakeProwl: I would like to sit with Ratchet. But I would like to sit with Soundwave more. However, I can sit with Soundwave twice a week, and Ratchet isn't here often. But Ratchet is sitting with Whirl. FakeProwl: I'll stay with Soundwave. Whirl: *looks up, amused* A horrifying prospect, I know. Ratchet: ..... B l u r r: / annoyed grumble and shifts a little to get more comfortable. Holding onto Ravage so they don't fall/ ItsyBitsySpyers: @Prowl (txt): Reasoning accepted. If Ratchet's position: changed, take rarer opportunity. Ratchet: *somewhere torn between giggling at Prowl's inability to NOT say what's on his mind and SLIGHTLY OFFENDED???? why does Prowl want to sit with Soundwave more. what.* ItsyBitsySpyers: *Ravage wobbles and... and sniffs.* B l u r r: [[ lemme know when you are all ready ]] FakeProwl: Yes. Good idea. If Ratchet moves I will move. FakeProwl: ((ready!)) Whirl: ((I am!)) B l u r r: / is being sniffed ? / Whirl: *returns to the hammock and gestures* Scoot. Or go sit with Prowl. Ratchet: [[ ready ]] Whirl: Either way I'm comin in. Ratchet: Hehe, your turn tonight. I'll scoot. B l u r r: [[ okay we start then ]] ItsyBitsySpyers: *Ravage makes this face: http://www.petmeds.org/wp-content/uploads/2012/03/Cat-exhibiting-the-Flehmen-response..jpg * ItsyBitsySpyers: =Meat.= B l u r r: p[[ if yall are good to go ]] Whirl: *clambers up and after a whole lot of shuffling makes himself comfortable* B l u r r: ... Pardon? ItsyBitsySpyers: =Meat stink. On you.= ItsyBitsySpyers: *SNIIIIIIIFF* =Human.= B l u r r: .. /settles other claw on the couch. Keeping it closed / I just got back, that's all. Ratchet: *would also make himself comfortable, but too tired for any position NOT to be comfortable* Whirl: *looks about; is the usual crowd here? Anyone else wanna pile on in?* B l u r r: [[ is it still working? ]] ItsyBitsySpyers: *Sniff. Sniff. Smelling along Blurr's arm. Paws at the closed hand* B l u r r: no of course LS is about to drop it ]] ItsyBitsySpyers: ((it is very freeze-y)) B l u r r: [[ hold on. LS has to get itself together ]] FakeProwl: ye, it's stuttery FakeProwl: ((that was supposed to be in parentheses)) B l u r r: LOUD SIGH. ]] ItsyBitsySpyers: *Matter of fact, yes. The twins both roll in and head for the hammock.* B l u r r: Im not in the mood for this today. ]] B l u r r: /makes a sound and tugs at Ravage a little. Holds claw up. / No. No, you can't get in there. B l u r r: [[ okay is it working now? ]] ItsyBitsySpyers: *Gonna just. Climb all over Blurr and keep reachings* Whirl: *excellent; if either of them needs a helping claw whirl will scoop em on up* Whirl: ((it's running now!)) B l u r r: /makes a muffle sound/ Ah... Ravage, don't. B l u r r: / trying to keep his claw away/ Whirl: Whatcha got in your hand there, Teach? B l u r r: ... An assignment. ItsyBitsySpyers: *Nope. They'll hop in and sit either side of Ratchet and Whirl* Whirl: ((RIGHT as the deer looked at the camera my roomie's cat leaped onto the back of my chair pfff)) B l u r r: oh my GOD LS COME ON. ]] B l u r r: [[ rubs face and just makes noises ]] Whirl: ((it's going all right for me, is it messing up for anyone else...?(( B l u r r: [[ it keeps dropping on my end and saying it's not showing ]] Whirl: ((ah)) ItsyBitsySpyers: =I want it.= Whirl: *Whirl is now in the middle of a veritable pile of tiny mecha; he contentedly takes a sip of his drink* B l u r r: / anyway. Yes. Keeping his claw up or trying to / B l u r r: [[ just fuckkking tell me when it drops. ]] Whirl: *pulls it back, disappointed; he can Whirl: t taste it. He offers it to the mecha surrounding him* What kinda project? FakeProwl: He's bad at giving gifts. FakeProwl: He should at least be able to keep track of the gifts he already gave his own creation. Whirl: Yeah, for real. Why bother making a little one if you don't want to be a part of its life? Seems pointless. ItsyBitsySpyers: *Ravage contemplates biting Blurr's wrist* B l u r r: / do nOT / ItsyBitsySpyers: *Slowly opens mouth* FakeProwl: Maybe he made it accidentally. Apparently that's a common problem among humans. B l u r r: Do not! FakeProwl: But if that's the case, he should have given it to somebody who wants one. Ratchet: Try having sixteen. Makes 'em hard to keep track of sometimes. ItsyBitsySpyers: *Flattens audio receptors and flops down.* Ratchet: Keep track of the gifts they've got, I mean. Whirl: Pfft. And here we are, not able to make new Cybetronians if it was to save our lives. FakeProwl: He only has one. B l u r r: ... /vents/ It's just... it's my assignment. FakeProwl: You have eighteen babies? Whirl: *looks at Ratchet, a bit startled* You guys propagate? FakeProwl: ((... sixteen)) Ratchet: Pfeheh, not babies like humans have. And sixteen. ItsyBitsySpyers: =Assignment?= FakeProwl: ((i meant to say sixteen)) Ratchet: I built 'em. ItsyBitsySpyers: [[Dinobots... who else?]] Ratchet: [[ prowl's brain is broken so bad he can't count ratchet's children ]] B l u r r: [[ is it even working?? ]] Ratchet: Dinobots, Aerialbots, Protectobots. ItsyBitsySpyers: ((it's working but it's jolting)) B l u r r: Yes, my assignment. He told me I /had/ to bring the cretin with me. ItsyBitsySpyers: [[Ah. He sees.]] ItsyBitsySpyers: \\WELP, THE TRAIN'S FRAGGED.\\ FakeProwl: You created them? B l u r r: Very obnoxious... Ratchet: Uh-huh. ItsyBitsySpyers: =It has air?= *tail flick* Whirl: How did you make their sparks? What did you pull em from? B l u r r: Hnn? B l u r r: [[ LS please frickin stop... ]] B l u r r: [[ im not in the mood for your shiit today... ]] ItsyBitsySpyers: =Air. In your hand.= B l u r r: .. .Oh. /spreads claws apart / I forgot. Yeager: [ WHEEZE] FakeProwl: He's rude. Whirl: *his attention is IMMEDIATELY drawn to the wheezing person* ...where'd you get one of those, Teach? B l u r r: Hnnnh.. I was told to... watch it. Whirl: Well, good job, you nearly suffocated the guy. *zoops his nexk up to better view the human* Who're you? FakeProwl: That human looks like she's malfunctioning. I haven't seen humans malfunction like that before. Ratchet: Just needed to jump start the laser cores, that's all. Yeager: ... [cough wheeze . Looks around. ] Uh. [ oh wow that's a lot of bots ] B l u r r: / curls digits to cage him in just a bit / He's not MY human. ItsyBitsySpyers: *Soundwave glances at the human... ah. He knows that one. They're not a threat.* Whirl: Oh, no sparks? All right then. Ratchet: Vector Sigma helped with the Aerials, Wheeljack did it himself for the Dinobots. ItsyBitsySpyers: [[He has seen this malfunction in other films.]] FakeProwl: What's everyone looking at? *leans to squint at the human* ItsyBitsySpyers: [[...He does not like this malfunction.]] Whirl: Ah, yes. Zombies. FakeProwl: *never mind, back to the movie* Oh! Zombies. Yes. The ones that are like terrorcons. Yeager: Uh... Hi? Whirl: At least if I ever got turned into one I couldn't bite anyone. B l u r r: ... turn into one? B l u r r: Technically, I'm like that all the time. Whirl: Nah, they're not like you. You're a cannibal; they've lost their sapience. B l u r r: [[ is it working well enough to watch for you guys or is it too choppy? ]] ItsyBitsySpyers: *Ravage reaches a paw up to try and oh so gently bumps the human with it. No claws though.* FakeProwl: ((it's very choppy)) B l u r r: I mean, depending on my mood, I could lose that, too. Whirl: ((it's a bit choppy on my end but I am p. sure that's my connection)) B l u r r: no, it's LS. ]] B l u r r: [[ Sighs. If you guys would rather not watch it, that's fine. ]] B l u r r: [[ If it's too choppy to enjoy, there's no point. ]] ItsyBitsySpyers: ((i'm still okay with it myself)) Whirl: Losing temporary control of yourself doesn't make you non-sapient. FakeProwl: ((i'd rather watch it)) Whirl: ((I'm fine continuing! I'm sure it'll smooth out)) B l u r r: [[ LS has been dropping since I started. B( I hate my luck right now )) ItsyBitsySpyers: [[This is not temporary control loss. This is death.]] Yeager: [ shifts back just a little to look at Ravage better ] Uh... hello there, cat. FakeProwl: ... You don't like terrorcons. Whirl: Yeah, I know. FakeProwl: I'm going to hold your hand. *takes Soundwave's hand* Whirl: Nah, I'd say Terrorcons rank about... number three? On Soundwave's List of Least Favorite Things. ItsyBitsySpyers: [[No. He doesn't.]] ItsyBitsySpyers: ((woop it finallyd ied)) B l u r r: They're just Empties. B l u r r: What's so scary about them Whirl: ((I think it just died? Oh, wait, I'll refresh)) FakeProwl: ((sound's going but screen's black)) B l u r r: [[ for all of you? ] B l u r r: [[ im resetting it. ]] ItsyBitsySpyers: @Prowl: (txt): These, disgusting, not spark-curdling. However, hand appreciated. Will accept if not withdrawn. B l u r r: [[ im getting tired of LS having a fit. ]] Ratchet: [[ yeh, for me too ]] B l u r r: okay i reset it. Do you see a pause screen? ]] FakeProwl: ((yep)) FakeProwl: ((can you rewind it a lil bit?)) Whirl: ((yes!)) B l u r r: WOW LS RIGHT WHEN I HIT PLAY YOU START HAVING A FIT ]] B l u r r: by now it's probably my net. ]] FakeProwl: I won't withdraw it. I prefer to be proactive on offering comfort. It's better to offer comfort when it's not needed than to not realize I should be offering it. ItsyBitsySpyers: *Nods in agreement, takes hand.* ItsyBitsySpyers: [[Ah. The elder has been infected.]] Whirl: Empties aren't scary because they're just... Empties. But if they had the ability to turn you INTO an Empty with one bite, then they'd be more scary. ItsyBitsySpyers: =Greetings, Yeager human.=  *Teeth flash. Don't worry. He won't eat you in front of Autobots.* B l u r r: No, you're talking about the zombie combatants. They can infect us. B l u r r: Getting bit by them didn't hurt. Yeager: Who are you supposed to be? Whirl: All... right, so if you have zombies, then obviously these guys on screen aren't Empties, right? ItsyBitsySpyers: =Ravage. Hunter.= B l u r r: They act more like Empties than our zombie combatants FakeProwl: Calling them riots seems like it's downplaying the severity of the situation, but I can't think of a more accurate word. Whirl: Well, they have the danger of your zombie combatants. Yeager: Oh, uh. Well, nice to meet you, I guess? Yeager: Are you all friends with this guy? [ points at Blurr ] Whirl: Yep. ItsyBitsySpyers: *Slow nod and yawn.* ItsyBitsySpyers: [[Rampage?]] ItsyBitsySpyers: *Soundwave searches his dictionaries.* Yeager: Well, nice to know he's got other friends. I was worried this one was gonna be a problem. FakeProwl: I like your hand. It's weird. FakeProwl: Rampage. Maybe. Whirl: "A problem?" You his reformation officer or something? Whirl: *...Whirl privately agrees with you Prowl but he will NEVER ADMIT IT* Yeager: Reforma- no. No, he's just kind of a loner at family functions- B l u r r: / clamps claw closed again./ Go to sleep. B l u r r: / Blurr he's not a bird omfg/ ItsyBitsySpyers: *Soundwave lifts his other hand to look at it and then over at Prowl. Question mark screen.* Whirl: Family? Sounds like you fell in with a whole new posse, Teach. *snickers* B l u r r: He's a delusional human. Whirl: Who's this family of yours? Yeager: [ muffled yelling ] B l u r r: An imaginative fantasy. Whirl: I wanna hear him explain it, Also. Air. B l u r r: / growls and releases claws again / FakeProwl: Yes. I like it. Your fingers are skinny and they fit between my fingers. ItsyBitsySpyers: *Rumble mumbles something to Frenzy over comm. Frenzy looks over and nods.* Yeager: [ wheeze ] the hell... ItsyBitsySpyers: //So... I'm thinkin' quarantine zones is big ol' spaces, right? They probably don't got room for all everybody.// Whirl: Probably not. And they said there'd be military there. FakeProwl: ... It's quarantined because they've given up on it. Whirl: Looks like they abandoned the group. FakeProwl: They've left it filled with zombies. Everyone inside is going to be left to die. ItsyBitsySpyers: //So, uh... y'know... if there's like, one sick fragger in there...// Whirl: Then it's curtains. ItsyBitsySpyers: *Soundwave sits up a little straighter, pleased. The good kind of weird, then.* Whirl: Well. So much for the quarantine. Whirl: Heh. Nice. FakeProwl: He saved her. He's an obnoxious man but he maintains minimum standards of basic decency. ItsyBitsySpyers: [[He seems to be a better creator than the other.]] Whirl: So it's only transmittable by bite? Whirl: Nothing if you get scratched or bled on? ItsyBitsySpyers: =You're here. Why?= FakeProwl: We don't know that yet. We only know that he would save a child's life. Presumably the other creator would save his child's life too if he hadn't been out of range. ItsyBitsySpyers: [[He cares for another human's creation. The creator did not do this for his own until now.]] FakeProwl: Saving a life is the minimum standard for caring. You can save your creation's life and still not actually be there to train or take care of it. Yeager: why am /I/ here? ItsyBitsySpyers: *Glance. ... Nods.* Whirl: This guy kicks ***. Whirl: And has good taste in colors. FakeProwl: *manages, just barely, to keep Springer peripheral enough to his thoughts that he doesn't start talking about him out loud.* ItsyBitsySpyers: *That is why he didn't continue on in that vein, once he thought about it.* Yeager: Well... I was told to come witih him. B l u r r: More like I was assigned to spend time with him. ItsyBitsySpyers: =Why.= FakeProwl: ((the Danger Toilet)) Whirl: Under whose orders? Whirl: ((PFFF)) Yeager: Optimus. B l u r r: / groans / Whirl: Ahh. I see. *sly look* FakeProwl: Why don't they leave them in the washroom? ItsyBitsySpyers: [[...He does not understand the purpose of the tape. They are not broken.]] Whirl: *this guy's Whirl's favorite character* FakeProwl: When they get somewhere safe they can rescue the people in the washroom. Whirl: They've gotta get them out sometime. FakeProwl: Maybe the tape will make it harder to bite them. FakeProwl: But then he should cover his whole arms. FakeProwl: They could get them out a different way. They could wait until they reach somewhere with power tools and then drill into the washroom from the outside of the train. B l u r r: don't give me that look, Whirl... Whirl: There's no guarantee help'll be waiting for them--it wasn't last time. And I figure they feel their loved ones aren't worth the risk of waiting for both the help and fo the washroom door to hold. FakeProwl: The zombies don't attack when they can't see people to attack. FakeProwl: If they get to their destination and no one can help, then they can risk going in this way. FakeProwl: Or they could at least go outside the train and walk up to car thirteen, rather than doing battle all the way from car nine to car thirteen. Whirl: They were trying to get in before. They don't know whether they'll forget or not. ItsyBitsySpyers: [[He does not think the humans in the washroom will be able to hold that many off.]] FakeProwl: They don't need to hold them off. Zombies don't attack when they can't see anyone. ItsyBitsySpyers: [[They are an elder, a small human, and a -- ah. They follow sound.]] ItsyBitsySpyers: [[If they can hear the screams, that may be why they are still by the washroom.]] FakeProwl: Oh. You can beat them in the dark. Whirl: *nods* Whirl: It's still a gamble--up until this moment, they didn't know that zombies forget so quickly. They might STILL be trying to get into the washroom. ItsyBitsySpyers: *Ravage looks to Blurr. What look is Whirl giving him? What is this about a Prime?* Whirl: Look at these guys, working together. Brawn and brains. Nice. FakeProwl: Clever. But they can only do it once because they only have two phones. FakeProwl: ... Three phones, probably. They can do it twice. FakeProwl: Maybe three times if they can set an alarm on the phone. Whirl: As long as they save their people, they may only need once. FakeProwl: Get moving before they come out of the tunnel. FakeProwl: This guy needs to focus. He can talk about fatherhood once they have an escape plan. Yeager: [ relaxes and sits down to get more comfortable .] B l u r r: Honestly, she should have just stayed quiet. FakeProwl: He needs to stop shouting. He'll attract zombies. He might not know that but it's stupid until he knows for sure. FakeProwl: I'm scared by how slow they're going. They need to crawl faster. ItsyBitsySpyers: *He takes so many notes from these kinds of movies. Obviously the head destruction thing doesn't work, but other tricks. Like this.* FakeProwl: They only have two minutes. FakeProwl: I don't know if this is one of those movies where two minutes gets stretched into five minutes. B l u r r: they move too slow in general. ItsyBitsySpyers: [[They must not make too much noise.]] FakeProwl: This is suspenseful. B l u r r: What a useless human. ItsyBitsySpyers: *Shakes his helm.* Whirl: Well, that's the ball game for him. Yeager: [ this is intense. Dad struggles are so real ] FakeProwl: He's obnoxious but he's not so stupid that he'll try to save himself after he's been injured. Whirl: *nods* Once you've been bit, all that's left for you is that good old blaze of glory. Yeager: He's saving what's important. B l u r r: Honestly, I would just kill everyone else in that car. FakeProwl: Importance has nothing to do with it. Everyone of them is important. He's saving the ones that can be saved. That's all. Yeager: Importance has everything to do with it. B l u r r: ...what a pity. He's trying to use fear as a weapon, but he fails at it. FakeProwl: Punch him again. B l u r r: Kill him, that's better. Whirl: ..and zombies on the other. Whirl: Ha! He's got screaming monsters on one side... ItsyBitsySpyers: \\HA!\\ B l u r r: and screaming monsters on the other side. FakeProwl: Quarantining them just in case is smart. Kicking them out is not. Whirl: ((...thanks ls for reversing those(( B l u r r: They're all screaming monsters, honestly. boomtank: -what did he wander in on?- B l u r r: At least the zombies have an excuse. B l u r r: They're all gonna die... B l u r r: I hope so, anyway. boomtank: Zombies? ItsyBitsySpyers: [[They should be working on disguising themselves from the zombies on the other side.]] FakeProwl: I hope they live. They're scared, and prone to mob mentality, but that's no reason for them to die. B l u r r: Let them in... B l u r r: Oh, please, let them in B l u r r: Let them be eaten! ItsyBitsySpyers: [[Those coats would go to better use on that door.]] B l u r r: K-KYAHAHAHAHAHA!!! Whirl: Honestly, that wouldn Whirl: t... solve anything. As much as I love wanton destruction. B l u r r: INSTANT KARMA! FakeProwl: Bad. Bad woman. No. Don't do that. Don't kill everyone. Most of them are innocent. Whirl: I mean, opening it will just mean more zombies, which is a greater danger to the kid. boomtank: .... FakeProwl: Even the guilty one doesn't deserve to die for it. boomtank: Right, I missed something boomtank: How much of the movie did I miss? Whirl: A good chunk of it. ItsyBitsySpyers: @Blaster: [[The humans are suffering a plague like the Terrorcons. Most of the train has been infected.]] boomtank: Ah... boomtank: Thanks, Soundwave. ItsyBitsySpyers: *Small nod.* boomtank: And Whirl FakeProwl: If that's Busan out the window, I don't think their odds are good. B l u r r: [[ can we just appreciate that they didnt make the pregnant woman a liability? ]] B l u r r: [[ like she didn't have to have the damn baby ]] Whirl: *bobs his helm* FakeProwl: But, this is a movie,nd movies typically have happy endings. Whirl: Anyway. That old lady was an idiot for doing that. Easier ways to off yourself if you wanna die so bad. FakeProwl: Actually, opening a door is a very easy way to off yourself. Under the circumstances that one involved the minimum effort. FakeProwl: However, she still shouldn't have done it because none of the other people in the car deserved to die. boomtank: Typically, Prowl, they do. This may not be one of those times B l u r r: Sure they did. FakeProwl: Yes. Typically but not always. I give this movie... 78% odds of a happy ending. Whirl: If you wanna get TECHNICAL, then--what I mean is, she coulda just thrown herself out a window or something. Whirl: Instead of getting herself eaten and making things more dangerous for the child. ItsyBitsySpyers: *Isn't so sure about the one who condemned the creator and tried to use fear as a weapon.* FakeProwl: That involves opening a window, climbing up to the window, and jumping out. And the odds that it would be successful are lower. boomtank: That's not a good reason boomtank: Following orders FakeProwl: If she jumped out the window wrong, she might only have grievously injured herself. Whirl: *doesn't care much what happens to the jerk, if it means endangering the child for no good reason* boomtank: Not when things go wrong like this B l u r r: Look, if your excuse is, "I was just following orders" , then you're not fully committed to the assignment given. B l u r r: And that means you're working on false pretenses. B l u r r: Which still makes it your fault, so. FakeProwl: So opening the door was the easiest way to kill herself. boomtank: Yeah... B l u r r: I mean, just commit to the assignment or shut up and leave. boomtank: You own up to what you did B l u r r: Mhm. Yeager: Oh shiit. Now what are they gonna do? boomtank: ....annnnnd that's not a good sign Yeager: [ he's totally invested ] FakeProwl: Maybe he committed to what he thought the assignment was but it turned out the assignment was something different. Whirl: *sighs, gathers his patience, and goes on* I didn't mean for it to be taken literally, Prowl. B l u r r: Then that isn't his fault, but shrugging it off as "just orders" is still just placing the blame on someone else. ItsyBitsySpyers: *Short, annoyed buzz at the screen* FakeProwl: Really?! B l u r r: He should still accept that what HE took part in was wrong. FakeProwl: Out of all the people to survive, it's them? ItsyBitsySpyers: [[Why are those two alive.]] boomtank: That...is plausable Whirl: Yes, I'm aware of the word choice. Whirl: A damn shame. boomtank: Check before shutting doooors ItsyBitsySpyers: *Amused by similar thoughts despite annoyance. Squeezes the hand.* Yeager: I hope they all make it... FakeProwl: Based on what we know about their characters based on their limited appearances in this movie, those two were the ones least deserving to survive. boomtank: -has no idea who those other two survivors are- B l u r r: The conductor is a real one, honestly. He could have just taken off. FakeProwl: The conductor went outside by himself unharmed to try to find his passengers a new train. He's the real hero here. I'm rooting for the conductor. Whirl: *nods* boomtank: Same B l u r r: ... I think I'd like him to survive, too. FakeProwl: ((**unarmed. altho he IS unharmed. so far.)) B l u r r: It takes a lot of guts to go into situations alone with no weapon. FakeProwl: Yes. He is good. I like him. B l u r r: ... Ah, yes. I saw that coming. FakeProwl: I hope the two in the bathroom don't get eaten. But if they do I won't be sad. B l u r r: You idiot, you let them out? You're terrible at wrangling. boomtank: Oh you aft ItsyBitsySpyers: [[He let them out?]] B l u r r: Oh for pit sake... Whirl: Idiot let 'em out. B l u r r: Well... here they all come. boomtank: You dumb stupid PRIMUS you have got to be KIDDING boomtank: RUN FakeProwl: I changed my mind. His continued existence in the movie causes an increase in the amount of danger. He should die. ItsyBitsySpyers: [[Agreed.]] Whirl: Close doors behind you! Yeager: Okay... even I gotta admit. Yeager: I'd kick this guy's asss. Whirl: HAHA, boomtank: ...yeah, I agree ItsyBitsySpyers: [[Kill him.]] B l u r r: ... Wow. You're pathetic. FakeProwl: Throw her at him. Whirl: She's going to EAT you. B l u r r: How did you survive that far and you just gave up after she got bit? You moron. boomtank: Kill her before she eats yoooooh she did FakeProwl: Let him be killed by the zombie he made. Whirl: I can't wait to see him get eaten. boomtank: Mooooove Yeager: This is making me anxious. [staring at the screen ] Whirl: Unless, by some cruel twist of fate, he ends up being the only survivor. B l u r r: No. No don't do that! boomtank: Move you, oh not you boomtank: no! B l u r r: Wow... B l u r r: Wow, you killed your only hero. Whirl: *sigh* boomtank: Can that one die now? FakeProwl: Not the conductor. ItsyBitsySpyers: [[It can be difficult to take action against those who resemble beings who once mattered.]] B l u r r: All right. I'm ready for some murder. B l u r r: I hope they kill that guy. FakeProwl: The conductor deserved life. Whirl: He did. Yeager: Oh god, pull faster! FakeProwl: They all deserved life. Except the coward who keeps killing other people. Ratchet: [[ what happened to the conductor i'm so confused ]] Yeager: Get your kid!! FakeProwl: ((the jerkass threw him to the zombies as a distraction)) Ratchet: [[ he was in the train and then next thing i saw he was on the ground becoming zombie?? ]] FakeProwl: ((he ran out of the train to save the jerkass.)) boomtank: Oh no boomtank: No... Yeager: I hope the woman lives, too. Whirl: *sots up* Whirl: ...*sits boomtank: Noooo B l u r r: How do you humans run so slow?! Yeager: We don't have special upgrades to go fast! FakeProwl: Yes. Out of all of the people who should live, the woman should live most, because she's two people. Whirl: *unless you haven't yet noticed from his comments, Wirl is PRIMARILY invested in one character's survival* FakeProwl: That's twice the number of survivors. boomtank: Why are your Carriers so slow? ItsyBitsySpyers: *Has very much noticed.* Yeager: As long as they both get on the train, I'd be happy. B l u r r: they're gonna slow down the train... FakeProwl: It's a train. They don't have enough mass to slow it down significantly. boomtank: Now do they? B l u r r: Well, they are. FakeProwl: ... Maybe if ALL the zombies grab on. Whirl: But they might get aboard. FakeProwl: It would help. If they had. A. Conductor. ItsyBitsySpyers: [[....Are you certain?]] ItsyBitsySpyers: *That looks like an awful lot of zombies.* FakeProwl: When I made that comment there were only three of them. boomtank: Oh good Yeager: [ what an amazing father ] FakeProwl: I don't know the coefficient of friction of a clothed human body, but enough of them could have caused trouble. Whirl: ((Like. Mad props to the zombie actors here. I'm sure a lot is cgi but damn they are selling it and they are doing some mad stunts)) FakeProwl: ((yeah they are good at the twitchy jerky thing)) B l u r r: [[ some are CGI, and some aren't apparently! ]] boomtank: ...oh boomtank: Throw him over B l u r r: [[ I looked it up, though the source may be incorrectly translated. But it said a lot of them were real ]] Whirl: The one smart zombie WOULD be this guy. FakeProwl: Why does he know how to use the door? boomtank: Throw him over B l u r r: he's not fully turned yet. Yeager: Toss him off. boomtank: Now Whirl: ((Oh yeah I know not all of them are!)) FakeProwl: Maybe he hasn't finished turning. ItsyBitsySpyers: [[Kick him.]] Whirl: Absolutely kick him. Why are you hesitating? boomtank: Off the train you go Whirl: Think about your child! Whirl: Idiot. Wasting compassion. ItsyBitsySpyers: [[He isn't looking. Destroy him.]] Yeager: Your daughter is right behind you! Throw him off! FakeProwl: ... Too late. FakeProwl: Throw him while he's distracted by his grief. Whirl: *sits up more* boomtank: C'mon! boomtank: Nooo ItsyBitsySpyers: [[Pull him off with you.]] Yeager: ... I hope he cuts off his hand. Whirl: Well, time to throw yourself off. FakeProwl: That might not be enough. Yeager: Works in other shows, man. boomtank: .... Whirl: Why did you secure yourself. You've gotta throw yourself off. B l u r r: / nudges Cade with a claw / Not the walking dead. That's not this show. We watch that Sundays. ItsyBitsySpyers: [[It is too rapid an infection. He has likely already used what time he might have had.]] boomtank: No FakeProwl: He chained himself. Good. If he turns before he can work up the nerve to kill himself, he won't kill the others. Yeager: [ he is going to cry ] Whirl: *well, okay. To say goodbye to her, if he knows he has the time* B l u r r: [[ this ugly movie is going to make ME cry ]] boomtank: ((same boomtank: ..... B l u r r: [[ ITS TOO LATE IM ALREADY CRYING ]] FakeProwl: Say you love her, you idiot. You're going to die, make your last words to her nice ones. boomtank: ((ah damn, too late B l u r r: [[ god korean horror is so great. ]] boomtank: ..... ItsyBitsySpyers: *Prowl doesn't mind if his hand gets squashed a bit, does he?* boomtank: -WHY- Yeager: [ this is very sad and he might be feeling emotions ] FakeProwl: *squash away* ItsyBitsySpyers: *He shall.* boomtank: ...no B l u r r: / nudges Cade with a claw and scoops him back into his palm. There. There there. / FakeProwl: He should have jumped off the side of the train. ItsyBitsySpyers: [[Why?]] FakeProwl: There would be a chance he'd go under the wheels. Destroying his body would lower his odds of being able to damage anyone else. FakeProwl: By jumping off the back, he might have only been slightly injured. boomtank: What boomtank: No Yeager: Oh for fuckk sake. Let them live. boomtank: No, movie you don't do this Yeager: Come on... you've made it this far. FakeProwl: Those are a lot of dead bodies. Not zombified bodies, dead bodies. FakeProwl: Perhaps that means an effective defense has been made here. Whirl: Maybe the infection has some kind of burnout. B l u r r: Oh come on, don't start that scrap now... keep the parasite inside. ItsyBitsySpyers: [[The water has been polluted.]] ItsyBitsySpyers: [[He wonders if there is any more inside.]] boomtank: ........ boomtank: ohno FakeProwl: The fact that that fence is ajar is concerning. Yeager: ... Oh god.  Please don't shoot them... boomtank: ohnononono FakeProwl: Oh no. Don't shoot them. boomtank: No Yeager: Do NOT. boomtank: no! B l u r r: / clamps claws over Cade / FakeProwl: No. FakeProwl: Don't. B l u r r: / releases claws / boomtank: -settles back- ItsyBitsySpyers: [[...Ah. The song.]] B l u r r: [[ i am cRYING ]] FakeProwl: Singing is stupid in the middle of a tunnel where zombies can only find you by sound. She's lucky it saved them. Whirl: That's a good song. Whirl: ((A GREAT FILM)) Ratchet: [[ *** me i got this far without crying but now i am bawling ]] Yeager: This movie was great! Ratchet: [[ i didn't realize when she was singing it earlier that it was aloha 'oe ]] boomtank: ((that was fun, aside from the feels gut punches FakeProwl: There were three survivors. FakeProwl: If that one man hadn't been an idiot, there could have been over twenty. B l u r r: / smirks a little/ Mm... foreign films are usually much better at storytelling. FakeProwl: ... All human films are foreign. B l u r r: Foreign for him. boomtank: -snorts- FakeProwl: Are you saying humans are better at storytelling than we are? Because I've never seen a human mystery as good as the classic Golden Age mysteries. Whirl: *sits up a bit and stretches as much as he can without dislodging his hammock-mates* B l u r r: / shrugs/ I don't know what you're talking about. boomtank: Foreign for who? ItsyBitsySpyers: *Rumble quickly swipes his hand across one eye and then turns it into a stretch* Yeager: [ wave ? ] B l u r r: Him /lifts claw to show Cade off / This one. The human. From Earth. FakeProwl: Oh. FakeProwl: ... This isn't a foreign film to him. It's from his planet. Yeager: It's foreign. Yeager: It's not from the same country boomtank: -waves back- boomtank: Oh! FakeProwl: ... So? It's from Earth. Yeager: But we have countries and stuff from out of the country means foreign. ItsyBitsySpyers: [[It is like comparing Harmonex and Petrex.]] boomtank: ((LS you flipped that FakeProwl: I don't consider films from Harmonex "foreign." Whirl: Well? What did you guys think? *looks about, asking the hammock group in general* FakeProwl: I consider films from Harmonex "musicals." B l u r r: I rather enjoyed it. Yeager: that was awesome! ItsyBitsySpyers: *-Loud- huff.* FakeProwl: You humans have such tiny little bubbles to separate your "us" from your "other." ItsyBitsySpyers: [[...A fair point.]] boomtank: it was fun, from what I saw Yeager: Bubbles? My bubble was destroyed and invaded a while ago. ItsyBitsySpyers: //Was good stuff. Shoulda - shoulda had them fighters live. The tape ones.// FakeProwl: Your nation has been destroyed? Which nation were you from? By your accent, I thought you were American. Yeager: ... [ rolls eyes ] I was being figurative in speech. Whirl: Yeah, those guys were my favorite. I liked the rude one. FakeProwl: I'll admit lately I've only been keeping up with baseball news from Earth, but I'd think even they would mention if the United States— oh. Yeager: To be fair, my planet WAS almost destroyed ItsyBitsySpyers: \\YEAH! HE WAS REAL TOUGH.\\ FakeProwl: Yes, I know. We were the ones who almost destroyed it. FakeProwl: Don't use figurative speech with me. I'm bad at it. I was stretching myself outside my comfort zone by referring to nations as bubbles. boomtank: Wait. What timeline was this that almost destroyed Earth? Yeager: [ shrugs ] Yeager: I mean, I'm pretty sure Earth is still in deep shiit. ItsyBitsySpyers: //...'N the kid fighter's mate. She shouldn'ta died neither.// ItsyBitsySpyers: *But that might just be because he's thinking about Rosie again. Shh.* ItsyBitsySpyers: \\GROSS, FLESHIE.\\ FakeProwl: Earth was almost destroyed in a lot of timelines. Whirl: I mean. ideally, yeah. That wholeg roup of folks should've made it, if only to spite the others. ESPECIALLY to spite the others. boomtank: -huffs- Why is it that when I hear about most other timelines it's either their Cybertron is dead, or they've almost flattened other planets? Yeager: They didn't almost flatten us. boomtank: Really? Yeager: Well, not we as in me, but we as a species. Yeager: Technically, we got ourselves mixed up in the entire mess, too. ItsyBitsySpyers: [[That is what he wants to find out.]] boomtank: ...oh, brilliant. FakeProwl: Usually it's both: Cybertron is dead, and also they've flattened other planets. Yeager: Some people just don't know how to respect cultural differences. Don't know how to talk to people. FakeProwl: If that's untrue of your timeline, then you are in the minority. Congratulations. Yeager: Well, I mean, the WAR was brought to our planet, but it's not about that war anymore boomtank: Thanks? Yeager: as far as I know, that war is long over. No one won. Whirl: Anyway, I'm turnin in. *nodes Rumble, Frenzy, and Ratchet* Catch ya later, losers. boomtank: So, it does look like my timeline is a minority then B l u r r: / waves at whirl / ItsyBitsySpyers: *They punch Whirl's arms goodbye. boomtank: And yeah, having a war brought to your planet tends to do that...I think. Whirl: *Good. The best form of goodbbye* Whirl: And the rest of you guys--seeya! *bobs his helm and Blurr, then Soundwave* boomtank: -waves- ItsyBitsySpyers: *Nod.* Yeager: I'm not really mad about it anymore... Yeager: We gotta play with the cards we're dealt. [ shrugs ] I know who I stand by. boomtank: I wish you the best of luck then B l u r r: he's gonna need it. ItsyBitsySpyers: [[...You. Cade human. The one who looks like this.]] Puts Galvatron on his visor. [[You've seen him?]] B l u r r: Even if he HAS helped take down an enemy or two. boomtank: ...most likely Yeager: I'd like to think that Lockdown counted as two enemies- what? Yeager: [ squints and leans forward ] Uh, not in a long time. Not since the whole fight in Shanghai. ItsyBitsySpyers: [[Did he perish there? Do you know?]] FakeProwl: *glances at soundwave.* Oh. *then squints at the human.* I recognize you. We saw a documentary about you. Yeager: he sort of threw a hissy fit and disappeared. Yeager: You, uh, did? ItsyBitsySpyers: *Clears his screen. He thought so. Damn.* boomtank: Oh. That was a documentary? ItsyBitsySpyers: [[Your assistance has been noted.]] Yeager: We're still looking for him, though. FakeProwl: You're the pathetic excuse for a father who financially endangered his own child's odds of a successful life by prioritizing your own projects over a sustainable income to support her education. Yeager: [ makes a face ] FakeProwl: And suppressed her natural inclination to socialize and date in an age-appropriate way with her peers. Yeager: Did I ever say, anywhere, that I was father of the year? No. ItsyBitsySpyers: *That's either horrifying or hilarious. He's sort of leaning toward the latter.* boomtank: -snorts- Proooowl FakeProwl: And displayed such great immaturity that at a young age when she should have focusing on her own growth, she had to devote a great deal of her time to taking care of you and cleaning up your messes. Yeager: [ opens mouth to talk ] B l u r r: / clamps claws over Cade and hisses through his denta / ItsyBitsySpyers: *The twins "oooooooo" in the background* B l u r r: I don't care about human issues. Yeager: [ halfway crawls out from between two digits ] boomtank: -snorts again, and shakes his helm- ItsyBitsySpyers: \\YA GONNA TAKE THAT, FLESHY? I MEAN, IT AIN'T WRONG, BUT YA GONNA TAKE IT?\\ ItsyBitsySpyers: *Rumble snickers softly* Yeager: Again, did I EVER say I was the best father ever? No. No, I never did. I made mistakes because I wasn't prepared to BE a father, but I did my damn best. Yeager: I told her I was sorry and I let her go. ItsyBitsySpyers: *....Rumble JUST NOW REALIZES what he's hearing* ItsyBitsySpyers: *His optics brighten about 400%* ItsyBitsySpyers: //Everybody shut the frag up a sec.// FakeProwl: I don't know how to shut up a sec. B l u r r: What a surprise. ItsyBitsySpyers: //...'Cept you.// Disappointed look. //False alarm. Never mind. Get talkin' again.// FakeProwl: Not really. I still have processor damage. boomtank: Are your comms. working? B l u r r: What a pity. FakeProwl: Whose comms? Who are you talking to? boomtank: You, Prowl. FakeProwl: Oh. Yes. They are working. Why? boomtank: Try concentrating on using that for your talking if you want to be quieter FakeProwl: I can't. FakeProwl: If the person I'm talking to is within hearing range I just talk at them. boomtank: Oh. B l u r r: To them. FakeProwl: And sometimes when nobody's in range I make open broadcasts on my comm that I don't mean to make. FakeProwl: It's very frustrating. FakeProwl: No, not to them. At them. boomtank: That does make things a bit...awkward? FakeProwl: "To them" would imply that my speech is an intentional attempt to communicate something to a person, rather than an uncontrollable action happening vaguely in someone's direction. B l u r r: It's not that bad, honestly. ItsyBitsySpyers: *Bright optics again. He's gonna mutter along with this.* FakeProwl: Right now, I'm only partially talking to you. I'm mainly talking out you. Only a small portion of this is deliberate. FakeProwl: **at B l u r r: / shrugs pauldrons / Aren't you getting repaired? FakeProwl: Yes. See. They have the pipe out of my head now. I have a temporary patch. But my optic is still in my head. They haven't removed it yet. FakeProwl: The pipe is removed. FakeProwl: ... Oh. You can't see. This is my hologram. B l u r r: Obviously. FakeProwl: ((LS don't SWITCH MY MESSAGES)) B l u r r: / scratches at his helm finial./ What's wrong with having your optic in your helm? ItsyBitsySpyers: \\IT'S TRUE THOUGH.\\ B l u r r: You're lucky it's still there at all. B l u r r: / snort / FakeProwl: Yes, I am. If it had been moving slightly faster I'd be dead. B l u r r: / shrugs/ I've seen worse. FakeProwl: But what's wrong with having my optic in my head is that it's putting pressure on my brain module and causing damage. FakeProwl: Yes. You have seen worse. You are worse. B l u r r: Oh, yes I know. FakeProwl: I know you know. B l u r r: Your medics move slow if your optic is still in your helm... FakeProwl: They are being very careful about figuring out how to remove it because it's putting pressure on my brain module. FakeProwl: So they want to make sure they don't do anything to increase that pressure or damage my brain when they remove it. B l u r r: K-Kyeheheheh. There's nothing /wrong/ with me, actually. It's just all damage. FakeProwl: Damage is something wrong. B l u r r: / shrugs shoulders / I bet my medic could have done it just like that /snaps digits/ But, alas, he's out of town. B l u r r: There's nothing wrong. ItsyBitsySpyers: *Hand twitch. Doesn't notice.* FakeProwl: I wouldn't trust anybody who says that they'd take the optic out just like that. I'd rather someone do it slowly and carefully. FakeProwl: *doesn't consciously notice the hand twitc; but fingers twitch back, curling tighter.* ItsyBitsySpyers: \\I PUT MORE WIRES BACK IN YOU THAN YOU GOT 'N YOU AIN'T SEEN NO MEDIC STILL?\\ B l u r r: If that's what you prefer. B l u r r: Me? My medic has seen me. FakeProwl: It is what I prefer. ItsyBitsySpyers: *Oh, Soundwave likes that line. He's saving that line.* FakeProwl: I want to be careful. If I lose my ability to track trajectories I'll need to be euthanized. I don't want to die. boomtank: ....come again? ItsyBitsySpyers: [[You will not lose your ability to track trajectories.]] ItsyBitsySpyers: [[You are under good care.]] FakeProwl: I hope not. I think I will probably be okay. B l u r r: Then stop worrying about it. ItsyBitsySpyers: *This time he notices it cause he means to do it.* B l u r r: You're talking like your medics know what they're doing. FakeProwl: I can't not worry. I can't not consider all the possibilities and prepare for them. B l u r r: / shrugs / FakeProwl: I am built to consider the possibilities. Yeager: Well, good luck on everything. I hope it works out. [ genuine concern ] boomtank: Wait. Waaaaait wait, you'll be /killed/ if you lose that ability? Yeager: Fixing Prime's processor was a big challenge, but I can't imagine what everyone else's looks like. They're all different. ItsyBitsySpyers: [[Hook was the finest Decepticon medic he knew. His work was meticulous. He disliked taking his deployers to anyone else.]] FakeProwl: No. I won't be killed if I lose that ability. B l u r r: Hook?! K-KYAHAHHAHAA!! B l u r r: / kicks a pede out. Wheeze. Cackling / FakeProwl: I will ask to be killed. boomtank: ...but...seriously? FakeProwl: Yes. Seriously. B l u r r: When you run out of purpose, asking to die is kind of expected. B l u r r: I did that a lot. /shrugs/ Master never saw it through. B l u r r: I mean, he almost did that one time he fed me to Grimlock... but, he pulled me out last second. FakeProwl: Grimlock eats people? B l u r r: Ours does. boomtank: .... Yeager: Ugh, mine just eats cars in the junkyard. ItsyBitsySpyers: [[Eats mechs, collects helms...]] Yeager: I think he ate a few KSI bots. FakeProwl: I always thought his alt-mode mouth ended at the back of its head. I didn't know it came with a throat. B l u r r: Depends on the Grimlock. FakeProwl: You. Human. You know Grimlock? Are you still in contact with him? Yeager: Yes. Yeager: He lives with me. FakeProwl: Can you put me in contact with him? ItsyBitsySpyers: *Oh! Yes! The Knight. Eagerly listens* Yeager: With Grimlock? Uh, well... I can try. Yeager: The Knights don't talk to people often. FakeProwl: Which one of them would be most willing to talk to an outsider? Yeager: ... I don't know. It takes them a lot to listen to ME. Yeager: I'll try asking Grimlock if he wants to talk to you. Yeager: The only person they seem to really REALLY talk to is Jazz. FakeProwl: Jazz. Jazz. Good. I know Jazz. FakeProwl: I will ask Jazz for his help instead. Yeager: But, Grimlock particularly talks to Jazz. No idea why. Yeager: And they get along with Crosshairs and Drift. Hound and Bee. Yeager: Then again, can't really hate Jazz. He's got that good personality. boomtank: ...? Yeager: ... Wait, I lied. Grimlock seems to communicate with Optimus, too. Yeager: Can't understand a word of it, but he listens to Optimus. B l u r r: That's why they communicate. To be perfectly honest. ItsyBitsySpyers: *Frenzy squawks and falls off the hammock laughing. Can't really hate - boy, the Boss must be rolling his optics back there* B l u r r: Optimus punched him really hard in the face. FakeProwl: I don't know your Optimus. But I do know either your Jazz or a Jazz similar to yours. B l u r r: / YOUR BOSS IS HELPING JAZZ EXCUSE U / ItsyBitsySpyers: *Hey, the human didn't specify. They just said Jazz, general* Yeager: If it's the guy with the etch marks, he lives with me. Yeager: Well, on my property. Sort of. He comes and goes. boomtank: That Jazz? How's he doing? FakeProwl: There might be multiple Jazzes with etch marks. Yours or one similar to yours. Yeager: Right... FakeProwl: I will make contact with him. He will help me contact Grimlock. Yeager: Oh, last time I saw him, he was doing... okay, I guess. He was talking funny and kept asking me if everyone was okay. Then he left. boomtank: ...oh great. ItsyBitsySpyers: *Places pictures of the one he knows up to try to be of service. This one?* Yeager: ... yeah, that's the one. boomtank: The one with the glowing etch marks and feels kinda...funny? FakeProwl: Yours or one similar. Yeager: Listen, as long as you guys don't cause any problems, you can visit any time. FakeProwl: Alternates are always a possibility. FakeProwl: I can't visit any time. I'm in jail. FakeProwl: Kind of. Nice jail. It's an apartment. It's very fancy. But I can't leave it. Yeager: .. Right. Well, give him a call then. FakeProwl: The Constructicons think it's awful but I think it's the best place I've ever lived. Yeager: He hasn't answered so far, but. You know. Maybe. B l u r r: Anyway, I need to get this cretin back to Optimus. /moves to stand and grabs Cade in his claw / ItsyBitsySpyers: [[He - this one - is not jailed. He can travel there, if necessary.]] FakeProwl: Yes. I will call him. ItsyBitsySpyers: *Though he hopes it isn't. Most of the humans there remind him of MECH gone wild.* FakeProwl: Soundwave, you can visit if someone needs to. ItsyBitsySpyers: *Ravage hops off Blurr* boomtank: G'night then Yeager: Well, if you ever DO visit [hanging on to Blurr here ] I've got a safe place. Yeager: Totally secure. ItsyBitsySpyers: =Perhaps.= Yeager: Well, see you guys later. ItsyBitsySpyers: *A small nod.* B l u r r: / scowls and clamps claws. Grumbling/  I have some errands to run as well. So... continue talking, but my ship will be moving soon. boomtank: -waves- B l u r r: So, if you don't want to harvest energon, I suggest leaving in the next twentyminutes. FakeProwl: If it's moving, I won't be able to stay here. My hologram will disappear. FakeProwl: I should turn it off anyway, so I don't strain my processor. boomtank: Right, time to go then. Thanks for the movie. B l u r r: sorry the stream was so choppy. I'm sorry! ]] B l u r r: [[ but i need to go cause im going to see beauty and the beast  >>;;; ]] B l u r r: [[ so u guys have FUN ]] FakeProwl: The conductor should have lived. ItsyBitsySpyers: ((bye speedy!!)) FakeProwl: ((bye~)) ItsyBitsySpyers: [[Farewell, Blaster.]] ItsyBitsySpyers: [[And yes, he should have.]] boomtank: It was fun, and have fun at the movies)) boomtank: -waves to Soundwave beore leaving- boomtank: g'night!)) ItsyBitsySpyers: (txt): One secret decided. Prowl will know when Prowl: repaired. Still choosing others. If processor: strained, rest. Health before company. FakeProwl: Oh. A secret. Good. I'll look forward to it. FakeProwl: I will see you later. FakeProwl: *flickers out* ItsyBitsySpyers: *Heads off himself*

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