@clockturned sent : ❛ what is with your weird fascination with me? ❜ ( from den OUCH )
there's a frown that overtakes his face at dennis' words. all he had done was ask to spend the day with him, maybe watch a movie, have a couple beers. charlie and dennis had been spending a lot more time together recently, and it seemed like dennis had been enjoying it. right ?? well now charlie isn't too sure.
dennis was confusing sometimes.
"i'm not ... fascinated with you, dude. and ... and i'm not weird !! it's not weird to wanna hang out with your friend ..." he sounds deflated as he speaks, head tilting downwards to stare at the ground. his frown them morphs into a scowl, eyes narrowing as he looks back up to make eye contact with dennis. hands curl into fists at his sides before he speaks again. "you're an asshole sometimes, y'know that, right ?? like ... i'm just tryin' to be nice and then you say shit like ... like that !! whatever, man. i don't really wanna hang out with you anymore, anyway."
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NOOOOOOOOO AS;LDFGHSDKFJ I WOULD NEVER DO THAT TO CHROM
*spiritually grabs Naga by the throat and shakes her like a chew toy*
I don't think any of us could do that to Chrom without remorse
Naga meanwhile
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𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗁𝖺𝗏𝖾 𝗅𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗇𝗍 𝗍𝗈 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽 𝗉𝖾𝗈𝗉𝗅𝖾. it’s easy to do when people are so open with their emotions. especially when they haven’t learnt themselves that someone is trying to read them. they are vulnerable, easy to read, and figure out. besides, it’s not @gr1ffn and finn hid their flirtation. and you could have said something. you could have mentioned to her that he had raven waiting back home. everyone in the skybox knew that he had a girlfriend, that she was waiting for him to go back home, but clarke had been in solitary, she didn’t know what was going on, and now raven’s undying love had brought her to the ground, and just like that... clarke and finn had gone up in flames. so, it’s easy to smirk at the blonde who keep fitting her eyes towards the new happy couple, ❝ what’s got you down and glancing over like that, princess? ❞ you shake your head, and deciding to just get it over with, ❝ spacewalker’s always had a girlfriend, it’s a shame nobody thought to tell you. we just didn’t think he had the guts. he always flirted around, just never seemed to pull through. ❞
starter call.
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didn’t you have a whole thing about Clark’s parents you were writing as well? did I make that up?
"Focus, Jor-El," Lara said, the thought chiding as she nudged him with her elbow.
"I swear there's something over there," he said with frustrated curiosity, though he put the bot back on course. Flickers of thought about strange structures, ancient ruins. He had the thought that he'd be able to see better if the bot were higher, if it had been carried by something they could have launched into the air, fire and noise. She nudged him again because he hadn't bothered keeping the thought from her.
"Stop looking for problems you can solve with rockets," she said, still not looking up from the screen. She loved her mate dearly, but this struck her as one of his moments, a blade in search of a throat. He feigned offense at the thought.
"Most problems can be solved with rockets," he insisted, with a distant thought about her parents that failed to coalesce into anything coherent. The shadow of a tasteless joke unmade.
"When I tire of the sky being above my head instead of on top of it, I'll let you know," she said. It was hard to make out any of what the bot was transmitting. She tried lowering her glasses to look past the tinted lenses, but this close to the surface was still too bright for her. She winced, sliding her glasses back up her nose.
"My poor perfect mate," Jor-El teased, "with her perfect eyes stuck in imperfect conditions."
"Contemplate emptiness," she shot back, and he laughed aloud.
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please enjoy this visual summary of my fic "Home is where the knitted mittens are", because it sums up the fic better than any words ever could. I doubt it'll bring you as much joy as it did me, but have it anyway XD
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Transformers thoughts that wouldn't leave me alone - Forgotten melodies of eld
I have a bit of a tendency to overthink my favorite media and make strange associations with other things, and Transformers is no different right now. Those robots are spinning in my head like leftover pasta in a microwave. Anyhow, last night I was thinking about Cybertronian music.
(Ramble incoming! Also I might get stuff wrong, I am still fairly new in the fandom, after all. So please, forgive my potential ignorance.)
Now, there usually isn't that much lore on it from what I've seen, which absolutely sucks and I need more. What I've also noticed is that there often seems to be more of a focus on the musical instruments (which I also definitely need more lore on), rather than vocals. And hoo boy do I have thoughts about that specificallly.
Cybertronians have voice boxes, right? And considering their mechanical anatomy, it's pretty safe to say that they can hold on for way longer than our vocal cords. After all, it's not like a computer or its speakers start breaking down after a few hours of music being played continuously. Of course, such a voice box would be more complex, and there are definitely some more unique ways for it to break or damage, but... I generally like to think they are pretty durable when they are used for speech or song. Which brings me to the concept which I decided to call "mechanical elves", or something to that effect.
Now, what does that even mean? It's simple; I was inspired by the portrayal of elven music in various fantasy media, like J. R. R. Tolkien's works. Songs that reach the deepest parts of your soul in an ancient, ellegant language, voices that sing heartwrenching ballads for hours on end about tragedies that happened millennia ago. And I thought... wouldn't that work for Cybertron? Or at least, Cybertron in its beginnings?
You have a race of giant, mechanical beings, many of which have lived for millions of years. And they do love their music, even if we often have no idea what it's like and get only snippets from their culture. You have people like Blaster, who is literally nicknamed "The Voice" in the IDW1 comics and uses his voice to inspire his fellow Autobots, among other things. Just their voice boxes alone have so much potential, and that just makes me feel stuff, honestly.
Why wouldn't they sing for incredible amounts of time without stopping, at least when the times weren't so complicated just yet?
Did the first Cybertronian who ever hummed a melody feel so much joy that he simply kept going and couldn't stop, before excitedly teaching others? When a friendship started to feel more than it already was, did the night start with a passionate serenade sung by a singular voice, which, as the hours went by, turned into a duet full of affectionate words to one another? When a Cybertronian died for the first time, did his brothers sing for his memory, and to survive the sorrow as they had no tears to weep?
Mechanical voices crying out in raw emotion to let the world know they're there, only for others to answer. Languages and dialects no longer spoken, beautifully haunting melodies long forgotten. And as the time went on, the world started to get more and more quiet, before the old compositions finally gave way to the new ones. Perhaps the Titans who yet live still remember a few notes or words once sung.
All that's left of the beginnings now is a requiem doubling as an ode to hope.
Its words?
"'Til all are one."
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