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sissylittlefeather · 7 months

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It's time for a new series! Introducing:

This is the Story

A/N: This is my first experiment with an OC! Her name is Grace Dubois (doo-bwah) and she's a writer and single mom of 6-year-old Wendy. I hope you all love her! The story takes place in 1973. I don't want to say much more and give anything away!

Word count: 2.5k

Warnings: not really any yet. There's some cussing and smoking. This'll heat up eventually. I promise.

Song inspiration:

Here we go...

Grace is half asleep in the meeting with her editor. Her daughter, Wendy, was up sick all night and she didn't get much rest. But the editor doesn't really care. He expects her to function at 100% no matter what's going on at home, and usually she can manage, but today is a struggle.

"I need you to do the Elvis Presley book."

Surely, she didn't hear that correctly.

"I'm sorry; you want me to do what?"

"You're going to ghost write the Elvis book. No one else wants it. And there's agreement from the higher ups that he might respond better to a woman." She rolls her eyes. She's always getting assignments that are supposed to be better for a woman. Just once, she wants to be assigned based on her abilities and not what's between her legs.

"No, Frank, I'm not doing it. I need time to finish the novel you originally hired me for. I don't have time to follow a washed-up rock star around."

"That's too bad because I've already told them you're doing it."

"Frank, what the fuck?" She doesn't have the energy to hold back her anger. And she's known Frank long enough to know he knew she'd be mad.

"I'm sorry, kid. They think this'll be a real money maker and somebody has to do it."

She rubs her temples and closes her eyes for a second. It's no use arguing at this point. Not if he's told the big bosses that she'd do it.

"How long is it going to take?"

"He's in Vegas now. They want you to follow him until he goes back to Vegas in January." She glances at the calendar on the wall. It's August 6th.

"You want me to follow him around until January?!"

"It's what they want, sweetheart. You're going to be at their beck and call until this is done."

"Fucking great." She says under her breath. Hopefully, the nanny can travel with her to what she assumes will be Vegas and then Tennessee.

"When do I start?"

"They need you in Vegas this weekend."

"FRANK. IT IS TUESDAY."

"I'm sorry; you know how these kinds of things go." She huffs and gets up out of the chair to walk out.

"Grace, just be careful. He's apparently pretty difficult to work with. Keep your distance." Frank looks at her softly. He's been somewhat of a father figure to her since she started at the company.

"Oh, don't worry." She says as she walks out. "I want nothing to do with Elvis Presley."

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"You're doing the book, my boy." Colonel Parker says firmly. Elvis slams his Pepsi on the table.

"No, I'm not." He glares at the Colonel.

"This will make it snow for a long time to come, boy."

"I don't care. I'm not telling some stranger about my personal life. It ain't happenin'." They stand in opposition for a while. Elvis knows he will eventually give in because he trusts the Colonel to make the business decisions, but he wants it known that he is not a fan of this idea.

"Can I at least bring the ghost writer in for you to meet? It might change your mind."

"Fine. I'll meet the guy. But this doesn't mean I'll do it." The Colonel walks out to the little lobby where Grace is sitting and asks her to follow him.

Elvis is looking out the window thinking about what it would mean to have someone write about him. There is so much going on in his life right now that he doesn't want the public to know. Telling it all to some stuck up, big city guy in a suit is about the last thing he wants to do.

"Here is the ghost writer." The Colonel says to get him to turn around. He does and has to hide his shock.

She's a woman.

And not just a woman. An attractive woman. Maybe a little old for his taste, and probably married, but it'll be nice to have something to look at through this ridiculous experience. He's thankful for his sunglasses as he runs his eyes over her from top to bottom, taking her in. Her almost-black hair is tied up with a forgotten pen shoved in the top of it and her black-rimmed glasses make him think of a librarian. She'd be more attractive if she'd unbutton the top few buttons on her shirt and reveal more of her olive skin, but he likes the way her brown pencil skirt hugs her hips. He also can't help but notice her calves and ankles, wishing he could see the rest of her legs and feet without the heels she's wearing.

"It's nice to meet you, Mr. Presley." She extends her hand to him awkwardly.

"Oh, you can call me Elvis, honey." He puts on his normal charm and takes her hand.

"Please don't call me honey. My name is Grace Dubois." He's a little caught off guard by her chill and he pulls his hand back quickly. He's not used to women who don't fall into giggles or tears or screams in his presence.

"Okay, Grace Dubois. So you want to write a book about me?"

"Not particularly. But it's what I've been assigned to do." He suppresses a chuckle. He likes her spunk, but he's still annoyed at the idea of her writing about him.

"Come sit with me. Let's get to know each other before I agree to do anything." He walks over to a little couch and pats the seat beside him. She sits in another chair on the other side of him instead. He sighs and turns to face her. Her attitude was cute at first but now he's getting irritated by her refusal of him.

"If you're gonna be learnin' all the intricate details of my life, I think I'm entitled to some information about you too."

"What do you want to know?" She answers curtly, hoping he won't ask too much.

"Well, are you married?" He doesn't see a ring on her finger, so he has to ask.

"No."

"Divorced?"

"No."

"How old are you?" Now she's getting really annoyed and he can tell.

"I'm 35, but I'm not sure that's pertinent to our task here, Mr. Presley." She's older than she looks. He would've guessed somewhere between 27-30.

"Call me Elvis, please. I'm just tryin' to gather some background information. Wait, you're 35 and you've never been married? What's wrong with you?" Her eyes flash with anger and her cheeks turn red. He realizes he's gone too far, but it's too late now.

"What's wrong with me? I've been focused on my career. You married a girl 9 years younger than you. What's wrong with you?" She asks, crossing the line with him too. He feels his anger rising as well.

"There ain't nothin' wrong with me, honey. You're the one that's been too busy workin' and actin' like a man to find one!" Her mouth drops open. He instantly regrets saying it when he sees that her eyes get glassy and wet.

"I don't think this is going to work out, Mr. Presley." She stands up and turns to walk out.

"Call me Elvis, please." He curses under his breath when he realizes she's headed to the door. "Wait, honey don't leave, I'm sorry."

"Don't call me honey, Elvis!" She turns back to him and hollers as she opens the door. She slams the door and he hangs his head and sighs deeply. The Colonel is not going to be pleased.

******

What an unimaginable ass. Once the door is closed, she stands in the little lobby breathing heavily and trying to keep the tears in her eyes from falling. She always cries when she's mad and it drives her crazy. Colonel Parker comes around the corner when he hears that she's walked out.

"What happened?"

"Nothing. He's an asshole." She knows she shouldn't say it, but she's still pretty worked up. The Colonel sighs and shakes his head.

"I'm sorry. I'll talk to him."

"Do whatever you want. I'm leaving. I'll send a new author as soon as possible." She gathers her purse and heads for the elevator. They've paid for her to stay here at the International, so she heads straight to her room.

She left Wendy at home with the nanny while she's in Vegas for now, so it's just her in the suite. When she gets there, she kicks off her shoes and lays down on the big bed. She finally lets the tears from the afternoon fall, getting makeup all over the pillowcase. But she doesn't care. She just wants to go home.

******

"What did you do to her?" The Colonel hisses.

"Nothing! I just... I asked why she wasn't married."

"My boy, how is that any of your business?"

"If she's gonna ask me a bunch of questions and follow me around, I should get to know about her."

"That is not how this works." Elvis nods his head. He knows he's messed this up. He thinks about her dark eyes and how they were full of tears when she left him. He didn't mean to make her cry.

"I'll fix it. I'll get her back here and do the damn book." The Colonel smiles and claps him on the back.

"I knew you would, my boy!" Elvis drops into the chair she had been sitting in and looks out the window again.

******

When she wakes up the next morning, Grace's plan is to head straight for the airport and get the hell out of this town. Instead, there's a knock on the door. When she opens it, all she sees are flowers. The hotel attendant can barely carry the vase as he stumbles in and sets it on the table in her room. It's an obscenely large arrangement. He laughs.

"Someone has an admirer." She gives him a couple of dollars as a tip and he ducks out of the room. She most certainly does not have an admirer, so she grabs the card quickly and rips it open.

"I'm sorry. Please come back.

- Mr. Presley"

She rolls her eyes. Surely he doesn't think this will work. Then again, it would be easier to just do the job than to try to argue with Frank or the higher ups about why she won't.

And it is the slightest bit charming that he signed it "Mr. Presley" after their conversation yesterday.

Maybe she'll just let him call her honey.

******

There's a soft knock on the door and Elvis gets up and walks to it, opening it slowly. He was hoping it would be her, for his own sake, after he promised the Colonel he would fix it.

He takes her in again as she walks past him. Same hair and glasses, no pen this time, but she has on light blue bell-bottom dress pants and a pinstriped button down with the sleeves rolled up. Again, he wishes she'd undo the top buttons and kick her shoes off, but he's not sure why. She is not his type at all.

"So you decided to come back." He says it playfully, trying not to push her too hard.

"I did. My editor didn't give me a choice." She lies a little, not wanting him to get the wrong idea. "Thank you for the flowers."

"You're welcome hon- uh I-I mean, Grace." She actually smiles at him and he's a little stunned, both by the fact that she smiled and how beautiful she is when she does.

"I was rude yesterday. I shouldn't've asked those damn questions."

"It's nothing. Let's just try to start over." He nods and sits down in a chair, gesturing for her to sit in the other one. He knows better than to attempt the couch this time. She sits in the chair and pulls a small notepad from her bag. She reaches up to her hair to grab the pen but it's not there.

"Ah, damn." He suppresses a chuckle at the endearing scene and reaches over to the table and grabs a pen that's sitting there. He hands it to her and she clicks it, ready to take notes. They both sit in silence for a bit.

"I'm not sure what you want me to say here." He opens his hands awkwardly like he has nothing to offer.

"Well, start with telling me why you want to have this book written."

"I don't."

"Okay. Well, what are you trying to say with the book? What message do you want to send?"

"No message. I don't want the damn thing written at all." She sighs and puts the pen down, looking up at him.

"Then what are we doing here, Elvis?"

"Hey! You called me Elvis." He smiles warmly, and for the first time, she notices that he's actually quite handsome. She shakes her head a little and tries to refocus.

"I was brought here to write some kind of book about you. I doubt they're going to let me leave until I do. So you're going to have to tell me what you want it to say." He turns and looks out the window, not sure what to do. He knows he's going to have to tell her something, he's just not sure what. Should he talk about Vegas? Priscilla? The international tour that might never happen?

She's surprised by how quiet he is when it comes time to talk about himself. She figured he was arrogant enough to have no trouble gushing about how great he is. But this is something different. He seems almost shy.

"How about this: start at the beginning. Just tell it to me like a story and I'll ask questions when I need clarification."

"At the beginning? You want to know about all that?"

"I'm not a journalist, Elvis. I'm not here to print your dirty secrets in as few words as possible. I'm an author. I want to tell your whole story in a way that lets people know you the way you want to be known."

He searches her face for evidence of manipulation or mockery and finds only sincerity. That's something he's not used to in the slightest.

"Why?"

"What do you mean, why?"

"You obviously don't like me. Why do you care what story I tell?" This is a deeper conversation than she expected from a washed-up rock star.

"Because I'm an artist, Elvis. When you do a show, even one you don't necessarily want to do, you do it well don't you?" He nods.

"I know what you're sayin'." There's a strange moment of connection and understanding between the two of them, maybe even mutual respect.

He takes his sunglasses off and pulls a cigarillo out of his pocket.

"Is this going to bother you?" He asks as he lights it.

"Not as long as this doesn't bother you." She takes a cigarette out of her purse and leans forward for him to light it. Then, she picks up the pen to take notes again.

"I recorded my first song for personal use. I never intended to release anything..."

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Stay tuned for chapter 2!

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moon-the-silly-evil · 2 months

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TAGGING @sphylor IMMEDIATELY FOR THIS

Ghouls and their lemon demon favorites under the cut :)

Alright since the post was originally about Phantom, we'll do him first. I like the idea of his favorite album being View Monster, and his favorite song being Amnesia Was Her Name. He cried the first time he heard it. And the second. And the third. Every time, really.

Then goes Rain. I think he's a pretty big fan of The Ocean. Like, come on - it's his element!! It's perfect! And he likes the overall tone of the song. His favorite album would be Dinosaurchestra.

For swiss, I think he's a big fan of Knife Fight. The reasons are more self-explanatory really, I think. As for the album, he's a Spirit Phone fan.

Dew is also a spirit phone fan, purely for the song Cat Hacks. The fucking bonus track with meowing in it. When he's in a good mood he'll listen to it and jam out in time with the "bwa-BWAAA-bwah!"'s. ((If you know what parts I'm talking about, idk how to explain them))

Mountain also likes Dinosaurchestra, for the song Lawnmower. Idk it gives off Mountain vibes??

Now you might have to hear me out on this one, but Aurora absolutely LOVES Two Trucks. After Phantom discovered lemon demon from swiss ((you cannot convince me that's not how it happened)), he was showing Aurora. Thing is, he had it on shuffle or something because he can't not listen to music without shuffle. And he hadn't heard Two Trucks yet. The pure whiplash from going from something like Lifetime Achievement Award to fucking TWO TRUCKS immediately made it her favorite. She loves View Monster too tho.

Now Cumulus. I think she's a spirit phone lover too, actually. The overall tone entrances her, but her favorite song is Nothing Worth Loving Isn't Askew. Same reasoning with Moutain, it just feels like her.

Cirrus, meanwhile, is a Brodyquest fan. She learned it on keytar and will play it to warm up every now and again. But her favorite album is View Monster.

Aether really likes Ode To Crayola. It's just a silly little song about eating crayons, what's not to love about goofy songs?? Album wise, he's in the same boat as Dew and Cumulus; Spirit Phone.

Aaaaaand last but not least, Sunny. She's a big White Bread Boyfriend fan. She'll 100% belt it out in the shower or something, but nobody really minds too much when it comes to that. Album wise, another point for Dinosaurchestra.

#hehehe ok im done rambling now #shitghosting #the band ghost #phantom ghoul #rain ghoul #dewdrop ghoul #swiss ghoul #aurora ghoulette #cumulus ghoulette #cirrus ghoulette #aether ghoul #sunshine ghoulette #mountain ghoul #lemon demon

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vitaminwaterreviews · 5 months

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Red Velvet - The Red

Yeah, as you can no doubt tell by the ratings, these songs are more my style. Some really really excellent Red Velvet in here; the kind of layered vocals and harmonies over bouncy synths just isn’t something that every group can do. I really, genuinely don’t have much to say, just: good solid album, I liked it a lot. Average of 7.7, which actually feels a little low to me, but oh well.

In terms of broader SM music, I won’t really know where this fits in the timeline until I’ve heard IGAB, Lion Heart, and 4 Walls. So maybe I should go about listening to those pretty soon here.

Going with the last of the Red Velvet albums today because I’ve just listened to whatever the hell the ReVe festival was, and now I want something to clear my palate. I know Dumb Dumb, and I also vaguely know Day 1, although I haven’t heard it in a while.

Dumb Dumb

I’ll have the MV up for this one because I’ve seen it like, literally once

I just love the layering and the synthyness of their voices doing the dumb dumb part

And my god the baby baby etc part is so good

Oh listen to that ascending synth in the background on the offbeats

There’s some baritone sax in here too, that’s neat

I’ve always loved the instrumentation for this song though. The horn hits alongside their vocals are so good

The bridge is so contrasty, but it Really helps the song

8/10, good solid title track, can’t have any complaints

Huff n Puff

Lol that “BWAH” sound

This song is so Loud

But it’s kind of … “basic” red sound, if that makes sense

This bridge is classic RV

Haha the EDM let’s go

8/10, I spent the entire song at like a 6, but the ending made it all click for me

Campfire

Oh my god this is Groovy, I love this

Dude this Bass

Mkay, a tad predictable in the second verse here

God I love Wendy so much

I know I’m not typing much for these songs but it’s because I’m too busy vibing

8/10

Red Dress

Very minimal instrumentals, Lots of percussion, punctuated with horns

Rap heavy, which isn’t normal for RV

And then the pre-chorus is a new song ofc

And then the chorus is a completely different vibe too

Actually this chorus feels quite velvety to me

And now we’re here for the bridge, alright

8/10, literally the exact same thing as it has been: starts low, but by the end I’m convinced

Oh Boy

Piano and electric organ doubling

Strings

The instrumentals really make this song feel Heavy to me

I wish the chorus was more

The bridge is super Red Velvet, I still want more

6/10, needed way more

Lady’s Room

Kenzie’s contribution

It’s super synthy, like the background is a wave of synth

The post-chorus at least is fun

Okay this is probably a super controversial take, but the more I hear of Kenzie’s music, the less impressed I am by her. As a general rule, her songs are some of my least favorites on their respective albums

Not that this is a Bad song, but it’s not as good as the first few

“Can I get your number?” uh YES

7/10

Time Slip

GO GO GO

Suuuper heavy bass

Otherwise very light instrumentals so far, really letting the vocals do the work

I like the cute sound effects

I like this a lot, I think. It’s super stripped down, but it’s well-mixed, their vocals are Lovely

Piano in the chorus, didn’t notice that the first time around

We love the harmonies over the rap, that’s like my favorite thing

9/10? Sure why not. It like like an 8.7 but I don’t do decimals so I’ve gotta round up

Don’t U Wait No More

See, it’s hip and cool, because they said “U”

Love the intro hahaha IncOMMiIINGNGGG

Idk who that guy is but you know if he’s producing the track then the song is a banger

The default sound of this album is kind of stripped back. Or maybe I’m just getting better at listening through layers?

See, this is what I love about kpop: vocals as instruments. The lyrics literally do not matter to me here, the producers are using their voices as instruments like any other and I love that

8/10

Day 1

Okay I haven’t heard this in a while SO

The intro really is so groovy, it feels like something out of a sitcom for some reason

Woahhhh the slow bits

There’s a sense of urgency here that I like

That’s right, that’s the chorus

Lol why did I just get Wii Sports Resort vibes

“Kiss kiss kiss” “Love love love” is actually really fun

The bridge left some to be desired. Was kind of hoping we’d go for a different feel but it stays pretty much in the same place

I do hear that electric guitar

8/10, fun song, good to hear it again

Cool World

This actually feels kind of melancholy, that’s a first on this album

Why does it kind of sound like they’re saying “cruel world”?

I really like the pre-chorus I like how kind of sad it is

The chorus needs more going on lyrically

Not impressed by the bridge, very predictable

I guess this is actually the ballad of the album. But it’s The Red, so it’s a red ballad haha

7/10

#album #kpop #Red Velvet

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spacemomcreations · 3 years

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Kanera Week, Day 5: Song Lyrics

Shadow of a Doubt

A year after Kanan joins the Ghost’s crew, he and Hera struggle to define their feelings for each other. Inspired by Silhouettes by The Rays as part of a “One-hit Wonder Challenge”

The blue-skinned Twi’lek sitting across from Hera Syndulla was easily twice her age and was missing the lower third of his right lek, but her eyes sparkled merrily as the two of them chatted. He leaned forward and took one of her hands in his. Whatever he said to Hera made her laugh as she pulled her hand away and wagged a gently remonstrating finger at him.

Kanan watched them from across the cluster of tables outside the Smiling Tooka Café in Amma city on Barcana while he sipped a cup of caf that had gone cold and bitter. Hera had said she was going to meet a very important contact at the café, that it wouldn’t take long and he should meet her there as soon as the Ghost was refueled. But she’d been talking to the Twi’lek for nearly an hour now, smiling across the table at him and laughing frequently. They did not seem to be discussing business, and Kanan was beginning to feel a bit irritated. Of course, Hera didn’t owe him any explanations; she was the captain and he was just...well, whatever it was he was aboard the Ghost. They’d never formally clarified his job. Whatever his title, it certainly didn’t mean she had to tell him anything about her personal life. Still, if she’d been going out with this disreputable looking Twi’lek instead of meeting a contact, it might have been nice of her to give him a heads up, so he didn’t have to sit here watching them flirt all afternoon. Kanan scowled into his mug and drummed his fingers on the table.

“Bwaah!” Chopper, Hera’s eccentric Clone War-era astromech, who was waiting with him, prodded Kanan in the side with a grasper. “Bwah bwaahbwah bwop.”

“I should tell her?” Kanan frowned. He’d gotten pretty good at understanding the droid’s vocalizations, but he wasn’t sure what Chopper was referring to this time. “Tell her what?”

His answer did little to clarify things. “How I feel about her? Chopper, what are you talking about?”

“Bwah bwop bwaah bwop!”

“I like her? Of course I like her.” Kanan had been working in his capacity as a jack-of-all-trades on the Ghost for close to a year now, ever since he’d helped Hera thwart the Empire’s plans on Gorse. In that time, he’d come to genuinely respect her for the strength of her convictions. She was a good and honorable woman, kind and caring as well as passionate and fierce. She was an absolutely top-notch pilot. Intelligent. Witty. And beautiful, too, of course...but that was beside the point. “Hera’s an admirable woman What’s not to like?”

“Bwaaah!” It was amazing how much annoyance the droid could express on that one syllable. “Bwah bwop bwahbwah bwop!”

“Then what did you mean?

“Bwah BWAAAH bwop!” The last “bwop” trailed off into an electronic smooching sound.

“What?!” Kanan fumbled with his caf mug, nearly dropping it. “No! I can’t… I mean, I don’t!”

#kaneraweek2021 #kanan x hera #star wars rebels #kanan jarrus #hera syndulla #rebels fanfic #fic

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echoorigami · 2 years

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Rules: Copy and paste these questions and make your own post, please do not add onto this one, it’ll get too long too fast. Then tag some of your friends to let them know you’d like to hear more about their ocs!

Original by @/queen-breha-organa / BWAH! Thanks for the tag /@Kkrazy256 (do I get rid of this or?)

Name: Liquid

Pronouns: They/Them

Nickname: Disposal (Well that was their original name), Trash Can, Dumpster, God-spill-a, Stinky, Roomba, Oobie (Oobleck), Boupa

One Word To Sum Them Up: Goopy

Noun to Describe Them: Large

Temperament: Friendly, just kinda going about their life mostly peacefully

MBTI Type: N/A

Enneagram Type: N/A

Other’s First Impression of Them: Pretty chill, intimating but more from size and "species" more than anything, the person their trash and waste goes to

General Likes: Food (any kind really, they haven't had much good food in their life until Spite came along), hiding in narrow spaces, pissing off Employers and other people they dislike

General Dislikes: Employers, Director Phobos, being kidnapped and asked to obey someone without question when there is no explanation or the reason is bullshit, being attacked by Hank (it's more annoying than anything but still unpleasant), being stuck in their tank all day (it's not too bad but it's boring as fuck)

Romantic Status: Shit that's supposed to be a thing?

Love Interest(s): Uhhh N/A

Good Friend(s): Tan, Spite, maybe that one agent who gave them a sandwich is very likely dead

Enemy: The Employers (Hank n Phobos aren't really their enemies but more just people they aren't fond of)

Hobbies: Hiding and traversing through pipes, eating, watching other people do things (especially cook) , messing with people, they wonder if their jobs can be considered a hobby since they don't hate them

Songs They Relate To: N/A (I've never been good at finding songs for characters)

Fictional Characters Similar To Their Personality: N/A (there's gotta be someone out there but my head is ~empty~)

Fun Fact: Liquid is one of my more developed characters and a Madness Combat OC at that, even with the gaps in their characters I am still p proud of them. But for an actual fact: Liquid was renamed from Disposal to Liquid by Spite! Spite is very bad at names, think Asgore's way of naming things

Free Space/Ramble: Liquid was originally a janitor! Someone was watching them and got the idea for a living waste processor and Liquid was used as the subject. They were originally as small as they were as a janitor but had a part time job absorbing waste. It ended up taking up a ton of time as they became required to absorb more and more. They were made into a MAG (considered a defect since they lack aggression but they did their job so they weren't disposed) to help allow them to absorb more waste but also stay a janitor. They ended up in a tank full time absorbing radioactive waste, garbage, chemicals, and whatever else and either processing it or ejecting recyclable stuff. Someone gave them a sandwich one and it led to them leaving their tank sometimes to look for food. Their eye sight isn't the best, they have posters of wanted people but can't read them very well. Their memory is also a bit scrambled so they have forgotten a LOT, including their previous life (which I haven't made yet)

Tags: @lettucetanteo @queensqueercourt @rubinjuweldraws

#ocs #i havent reblogged any of my madcom stuff here bc im p sure its no server appropriate #also you're not obligated to do this! if you dont want to that's 100% fine!#text post #long post

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noodle330 · 2 years

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No Lie - OMG Jiho (ft. Yubin)

Jiho is bored and alone in her dorm and meanwhile, Mimi and Hyojung are going together somewhere because they have a company business that they have to deal with. Then Jiho gets an idea out of her head that she wants to invite you to go somewhere, but she knows that you won’t accept it since you don’t really like to go out a lot.

And then she wanted to invite you to a nearby park in her dorm, just to do a simple date with you. She called you, but you didn’t answer her call since you were editing photos. You have been working as a famous automotive magazine photographer for the last 5 years and recently doing a side job as a food photographer on your blog. Then comes a notification from your phone. It's from her.

Jiho: “Yah... Where are you? I miss you.” 13:10

You: “As usual, at my desk with my PC, editing photos.” 13:11

Jiho: "Ahh... Always and every time. Why don’t you come here? I’m bored here..." 13:15

You: “For sure, but not now. I’m still editing these pics. There are tons of these things that need to be edited.” 13:17

“Jiho: “Why don’t you come here? I miss you though. Please?" 13:20

“You: “Fine... I'm on my way. Alright."

"Jiho: " Yayy oppa is coming ~"

Then you rush into your car to put your things in and go to Jiho’s dorm immediately because you know that she will send you a long text again if you come late even a second. You drive around 15 minutes from the place where you take photos to Jiho’s dorm, but you came faster than you and she expected, so you text her again to meet you on the ground floor, but she didn’t text back, probably she was changing her clothes and preparing her things, so you wait at the outside while listening to your favorite girl group latest song called Stereotype. And then suddenly Jiho surprised you from behind while you still enjoying the song with your earphones on both of your ears.

“BWAH” she surprises you from behind.

“Are you surprised?” Then she asked you.

“How can I be not surprised with your presence while I’m listening to the song” You replied while still your heart beating fast because of the surprise that she made.

“Sorry about that. What song are you listening to?” She asked in curiosity.

“My favorite girl group's latest song, Stereotype” you answered while tidying up your earphones.

“Oh, that song really bops, I really liked it. How bout’ you? Do you like it?”

“Yeah, I like it too, the song was very good, and it always rings in my head.”

“Lol. Alright, let’s go, can’t wait to go walk together in a park with my Oppa!”

“Yeah, let’s go. Nothing left behind?” You asked.

“No, I have brought everything that I need"

“Alright”

You see her from the top to the bottom, she looks so beautiful, like a bunch of flowers in the spring season, even though she only wears a simple gray hoodie. Then Jiho pulls your hand immediately while you are still tidying up your things. You walk hand in hand, swinging your hands together while talking about random topics with her. You were having fun with Jiho since it’s been a long time since you didn’t go out with her. After that, both of you arrived at the park. The store looks nice and pretty, just like a normal dessert shop in Korea.

“So, this is the place? it's quite good, and the place is clean.” You said it to Jiho.

“Yeah, this is the place, close to my dorm so I can come anytime when I’m alone” she replies with a little smirk on her face.

“don’t come here too often, or you will catch a cold. who will take care of you? you know sometimes the weather is uncertain.” You tease Jiho with your words and pinch her right cheek.

“It’s okay, there are Mimi and Hyojung unnie that will take care of me.” She replied with a playful tone.

“Well, what if they’re not beside you? How? You want me to take care of you?”

“Yeah, of course, I prefer you to take care of me while sick than Hyojung and Mimi unnie.” She smirks again.

“But I don’t want to take care of you while sick, so how?” You tease her once again

“Yah... why are you like that...” She replied to you with a cute angry note.

“Eyy, just kidding, I’ll take care of you for sure. Also, try not to talk loudly like that” You said it to calm her down and try not to make attention.

"Yeh, that's good. Now let's come in, I can't wait to try the ice cream" she answered with a flat voice.

You opened the door for her, and then you came in together with her. You look around to search for an empty spot to sit, and then you find a perfect spot to sit.

“You sit first, and I’ll order for you. What flavor do you want? small or normal size cup?

“I want a chocolate mint. Normal size cup.” She answered.

“Alright then, I’ll take the same one as you.”

You walk to the order place and wait in the queue to put your orders. It’s such a long line since it’s pretty crowded but thank God it’s not really long at all. You wait more or less than 6 minutes. And then it’s your turn to put your order.

“Good afternoon, what can I serve for you?” The employee asked.

“2 chocolate mint please, both normal-sized cups,” You said

You came back to Jiho, who was very happy to eat it with you. You sat down, and give it to Jiho. Looks like Jiho was really happy not because of the ice cream, but because she met you again after 3 weeks of not hanging out together because you had a lot of things to do. You look straight at Jiho’s happy expression while she eating her ice cream until you forgot that you also bought an ice cream and realize that the ice cream is melting already.

“Hey, why are you staring at me? Your ice creams are melting.” She tells you.

“Ah, nothing. I forgot that I bought ice cream. Hehe,” You answered her.

“Really? You looked worried about something” She suspects you.

“Noo... Nothing, I’m serious.” You answer with a little trembling in your body.

“Alright then... Make sure you aren’t hiding something from me, or you will know the consequence from me.” She warns you with a little high tone.

“Yeah, I know it” You answered her with a flat tone.

You think in your little head how to talk to her that the day after tomorrow that you are moving to Japan because your company moves you to Honda Japanese division for 3 months because Honda in Japan needs your help because of the internal reason that they did not tell to you. And then you decide to get up the courage to tell Jiho.

“Jiho-yah.” You nervously call her.

“Yes? What is it?” She answers you with a happy tone and a smile on her face.

“Uh... I wanna tell you something...”

“What is it? What do you want to say?”

“I will move to Japan.” You said it with full of trembling in your hand.

“Wh-what? but why?” She answered in shock and weak at the same time.

“Yeah, sorry for that, I need to move to Japan for at least 3 months. The Japanese division needs me there. They didn’t tell me why they transferred me there, but they need me.” you said it to her full of sadness in your heart and feeling guilt for saying it.

Jiho cries a little and can only be silent with your response that you’ll move to Japan for an indefinite time. You hug Jiho and try to calm her down, rest on your shoulder, and make her stop sobbing. And you decided to ask Jiho to go for dinner tonight.

"It's okay... hon, I won't stay too long there. okay? you can call me if you miss me."

“Yah, you want a dinner together tonight at my house? I’ll make your favorite meat dishes.”

“Ye-yeah. Sure. Why not.” She answered you with a little sob.

“Alright, I'll come to pick you up at 8 PM, don’t be late.” She just nods while still resting on your shoulder.”

“Alright then, I’ll take you home. Your hair and face are messy already.”

You and Jiho get up from the sofa and straight out of the shop. After you were out, the weather was changed to cloudy, feels like it’s going to rain. You walked in a hurry with her to make sure that Jiho and yourself wouldn’t get wet from the rain. You take her in front of the door, and she kisses you on both cheeks before leaving you. You rushed to your car to go home since it was 5 PM already and you needed to clean yourself and your apartment.

You unlock your car, start the engine and depart from Jiho’s dorm parking area. You shuffled your ballad playlist on Spotify and started to play the playlist. You still can’t let go that you’ll leave Jiho for an indefinite time. Your feeling was messed up while driving. 20 minutes after driving, you park and out of your car to clean your apartment and yourself. And then your suddenly boss chats you to chat with Mr. Riki, or most staff from Japan called them Mr. Nishimura. You chat with Mr. Nishimura to clarify why you transferred to Honda Japan.

“Good evening Mr. Nishimura, I am the one who will be transferred to Japan the day after tomorrow. My Boss told me to message you.”

“Good evening. So you are the one who will move to the Japanese division?”

“Yes, Mr. Nishimura.”

“So started next week, you are transferred to Honda Racing F1. And your job is easy, taking photos of our cars in Super Formula Championship”

You are speechless by what Mr. Nishimura said. It is your dream to be a photographer in motorsports, especially in Japan. Now you are in a chaotic feeling because you’ll leave Jiho, not in 3 months, but really for a long time. And you asked Mr. Riki if you can bring someone together with you.

“Excuse me, Mr. Nishimura, can I bring someone to go with me?”

“I’m not sure that you can bring someone to go with, Honda F1 is afraid that if their employee, especially go abroad like photographers, it will affect their focus on their job” Mr. Nishimura replied.

You read the reply, you give up and are speechless that you need to leave your lover for a long time and every year. You are silent for a moment. You are still sitting in the dining room in silence, reminded that you won't be back in South Korea for a long time, meaning that you'll leave Jiho. And thinking why you are being moved to Japan.

And then you remember that you invite Jiho to have dinner for one last time at your apartment. You continue to clean your apartment, and time tells it's 6:30 PM already. You hurried to prepare the ingredients to cook and go to the convenience store to buy other ingredients and some drinks.

When you come inside the store, you seem to recognize someone inside the convenience store. It's your ex-lover — Bae Yubin. You try to hide your face so as not to be recognized by her. But unfortunately, you accidentally bumped her, and her items fell all over the place. And then when you saw her eyes, you felt like that in the old days when you were still with her for nearly 3 years, but that beautiful day ended already since Yubin chose to break up with you without any clear reason.

"Yu- Yubin? Is that you?" you stuttered while looking at her.

"Oh? It's you again. I didn't expect to meet you here again."

"Well, that is kind of awkward to meet you again here" You answered her awkwardly.

"You still with her? Or you've changed partner already?" she asked.

"Nope, I'm still with Jiho..."

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noise-misato-3-twink-eater · 3 years

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I like your new username!! Long live Dresden Dolls!

Bwah thank you!! :D yah they had a pretty lasting effect on me during my formative years, that one song in particular spoke to me a biiiiit lol. Hey I'm glad you beat the 'rona btw! I noticed you weren't postin so much and was only *just* starting to feel concerned

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crinosg · 4 years

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An explanation of who Kaya is and why she is the best Planeswalker objectively.

Alright everyone listen up. I got the take of the century for ya. And here it is.

See this? This is Kaya, and she is the best goddamn Planeswalker in all of MTG.

Why is she the best? Well sit right back and listen up, and I may just learn ya a thing or too.

Before we talk about Kaya, we need to talk about the Orzhov Syndicate.

The Orzhov are one of the ten guilds that rule Ravnica (For those who don’t know Ravnica is basically Coruscant but with magic and stuff, and its ruled by ten guilds, each which represent two of the five colors of Magic). The Orzhov Syndicate represents the mixing of Black and White mana, and they are an equal part church, bank, and crime family (Which is such a politically charged take that the only way Wizards could top it is by making a setting where the Black/White faction are a bunch of Conquistadors who are literal vampires OH WAIT THEY DID THAT TOO).

So yeah, the Syndicate is SHIIIIIIT. Their entire MO is to trap people in endless debt to keep them enslaved forever. And I do mean forever, because if you die and you still owe them money, they enslave your soul saying that again for the people in the back ENSLAVE YOUR SOUL and make you work off the remainder of your debt as a ghost slave. The Orzhov represent the worst accesses of capitalism and false religion. They only worship money, they only care about getting more money, and they use the pretense of faith and predatory banking practices to enslave people.

You know that song by Genesis: Jesus he knows me? That’s the Orzhov in a nutshell.

And that’s not even the worst part. No this is .

These are the leaders of the Syndicate, the Obedzet. A group of ghost bankers who have been around for centuries and are obsessed with acquiring more and more money on top of the ungodly amounts they already have.

Its like someone went “Hey you know Donald Trump, Rupert Murdoch, Jeff Bezos,The Koch Brothers, and Peter Thiel? You know what would be great? If those guys never had to go away ever. And they were literally untouchable because they are ghosts now.”

So what does Kaya have to do with all of this? Well, Kaya is a Planeswalker, one of the uber powerful plane jumping mages who push the story of Magic. Her colors are black and white like the Orzhov, and she is a ghost assassin.

Not an assassin who is a ghost, no no, an assassin who specializes in killing ghosts.

See, Kaya’s power move is the ability to turn herself intangible, in this state, she can hurt other stuff that is intangible. Like Ghosts. So she’s made a job of being a freelance exorcist for hire.

So she comes to Ravnica, finds out about the Orzhov, and what do you think happens? Here’s a dramatic reenactment.

Obedzet: bwah hah hah! We have all the money ever. And we’re just gonna keep getting money and being rich off mortal misery and no one can do a thing about it, How can they? We’re ghosts! You can’t kill a ghost.

Kaya: *Phases face through wall* ARE YOU SURE ABOUT THAT?

So yeah, Kaya does basically the impossible and murders the entire Obedzet, and then what happens?

She takes over the Syndicate for herself.

And not only does she look goddamn fabulous, but her first decree as leader of the syndicate is to free all the endebted souls.

So TL: DR, Kaya comes to Ravnica, takes out the leaders of the biggest most corrupt evil bank in history, and the first thing she does as its new leader is forgive EVERYONE’S debts.

So Kaya. Best Planeswalker. Bar none. Welcome to my Ted talk.

(And yeah, this was all because she was being manipulated by Nicol Bolas to make Ravnica weaker against his impending invasion, but still you gotta admit that‘s still pretty metal what she did).

#MTG #Ravnica #Kaya #Orzhov Syndicate

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ishgard · 4 years

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Someone get Ahru and Gaius, a Witcher 3 Blood and Wine DLC wine villa out in the country side like the aforemention game's Corvo Bianco. Something that needs a little work, a little fixing up, but once its done. Its a slice of paradise for those two.

Oh friend, I am right there with you. I’ve headcanon’ed Gaius has a countryside villa that could use a little work (he WAS a pretty high-ranking guy, right? One in the capital, one in the countryside). Also have story ideas for them involving them taking shelter in and eventually coming back and fixing up a cabin in the woods somewhere. But gosh Corvo Bianco is so gorgeous and giving them that little ‘slice of paradise’ ; w ; bwah.

Peripherally related, can not even lie Geralt and Yen are some big OTP inspiration, and ‘Wolven Storm’ is one of my favorite songs for Ahru to perform.

#Anonymous #(let us find the answer together)#yen's more 'classy' than ahru but just Them In General #are good for some ahrugaius vibes #i'mma be thinking about them in a place like corvo bianco for the rest of the evening now though #aaaaaaaaaa #bless you anon

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verdigrisprowl · 6 years

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Apr 16 Dancitron Movie Night - Star Trek IV: The Voyage Home

Whales.

The robots did not appreciate half the humor in this movie.

Today Specs 7:39 pm *here comes a dragon! she has many treats with her today- including a wrapped package of glitchmice-shaped energon and tinsel cookies that she will attempt to discreetly slide to Ravage. She does try to remember these things.* ItsyBitsySpyers 7:41 pm *Ravage quickly snaps up the package and hurries over to the bar to hide it.*

[[Good evening, dragon. We have acquired more treats for you as well. They are dead, unfortunately, but he could not risk them infesting his home.]]

*He'll slide a bowl of big alien beetles to her. Each one's about the size of a human fist.* Prowl 7:42 pm *arrives and takes her seat at the table by the door. she may also be listening to the 'singing' with interest* ItsyBitsySpyers 7:43 pm [[Good evening, Prowl. Fuel, not at three times the usual payment?]] Smokescreen 7:43 pm /Smokescreen's coming in, and is going to try to swipe some drinks and snacks before sitting next to Prowl!/ ItsyBitsySpyers 7:43 pm =Hmph.= Prowl 7:43 pm *coughs into her fist* That would be appreciated. Specs 7:44 pm Thank you, Soundwave! *they may be dead, but she's still delighted. she grabs one immediately and starts tearing the legs off to eat* They're very good! *well. they're dead beetles. but it's the thought that counts, and they're crunchy enough to make up for being a little mealy in flavor.* ItsyBitsySpyers 7:44 pm *He'll handle that then - and nudge Smokescreen a little to one side with a feeler when he gets in the way.* Smokescreen 7:44 pm /He's making a move to nudge Soundwave back, but does make some room!/ Prowl 7:45 pm Hello, Smokescreen. *she's started recognizing him by sound and now she's got her visor activated so she'll have him pinned by energy signature as well* Smokescreen 7:46 pm !! /Excited waving at Prowl/ Hey Prowl! How's your week been going? Prowl 7:48 pm Fine. Your week? Smokescreen 7:49 pm It's- it's been better, but it's also been worse. I'm trying to get some more stuff planned for my Cybertron! I think I can get Knock Out interested in helping make a bath house, and I'm starting to look into what we'd need for a theater. Smokescreen 7:49 pm ... I should probably tell Megs about that later. Prowl 7:53 pm *Prowl doesn't care much about the bathhouse, but...* Outdoor theatres have traditionally done better on Cybertron due to their ability to allow for seating any size-class. Acoustics would need to be considered. How big of a stage you'll need depends on the size of the performers. *pointedly ignores the comment about Megatron* ItsyBitsySpyers 7:55 pm ((ten minutes before stream starts grab ur food now)) Tarantulas 7:55 pm *is early for once! gonna slide over to give smokey some helm pets since vprowl's not here yet* *not verbally gonna interrupt tho* Smokescreen 7:56 pm That's true! I was thinking indoor theater might be easier with acoustics, but then you get the whole issue of making sure everything is sized right- I think outdoor might be the way to go! There's a smaller theater in these crystal gardens I designed, but it's not really meant for large crowds. Specs 7:56 pm *since tara's not a beetle, it definitely won't be awkward for him to observe the predatory dismemberment and devouring of these snacks. she'll give him a friendly wave. smartest spide she knows, coming through!* Smokescreen 7:57 pm /Surprised beep at the helm pats, reaching to pet Tarantulas back in excitement. He missed Messy!/ Tarantulas 7:57 pm *honestly tara finds the chowing-down rather adorable - specs gets a shiny visor smile as he passes* Prowl 7:59 pm Outdoor acoustics are actually quite simple. There was a theatre in Praxus... you could hear a whisper from even the farthest seats. Tarantulas 8:00 pm *oh! and yeah, a greeting ping to sw* Smokescreen 8:00 pm I think I remember the kinda theater you mean! I only got to be there once or twice, but it was pretty intense, right? I wish I had the actual plans for it, though... Prowl 8:02 pm I'm certain I can find something about the one we had. I intend to have it rebuilt in my own universe. It certainly couldn't hurt to have another somewhere else. Smokescreen 8:04 pm You should! That'd be really awesome to see- and I can help you when you start building yours! ItsyBitsySpyers 8:04 pm *Soundwave nods to those who have come in, and returns the greeting ping. It looks like a relatively quiet night. So be it - he could use the break.* Prowl 8:05 pm *Tara gives off the most interesting readings on Prowl's visors. Different enough, she's momentarily distracted by trying to parse what they're saying about his energy... oh right, Smokescreen* Yes, of course. ItsyBitsySpyers 8:05 pm ((WARNINGS: Speciesism?, ableist slur, swearing, horrifying animal footage)) ItsyBitsySpyers 8:06 pm *Soundwave parks himself on his couch, stretches one arm across the back, and leaves the other hand on a leg.*

[[We continue Spock's journey tonight.]] Smokescreen 8:07 pm This series is basically Sponk's Adventure, right? VProwl 8:07 pm *appears, just barely in time.* How much did I miss? Prowl 8:07 pm Nothing yet. ItsyBitsySpyers 8:07 pm [[None. It is just beginning. Do sit?]] [[And one could see it that way, yes.]] VProwl 8:07 pm Ah. Good. *and there's the title, even! He sits.* Smokescreen 8:07 pm ... /Smokescreen's hugging Tarantulas tightly- since he's sure Messy's going to leave to go over there./ Tarantulas 8:07 pm *returns the hug! then pings smokey a greeting/promise to check in, pets his helm one last time, and makes his way to his usual couch to settle in* VProwl 8:07 pm Sorry I'm... Well. I guess I'm NOT late, but. Tarantulas 8:08 pm You're later than I am, which usually tends to mean 'fairly late'. Smokescreen 8:09 pm /He's turning back towards Roundprowl, mainly to make a point of not looking in the direction of Tarantulas or Boxyprowl./ If there's ever anything I can do to help, just lemme know! VProwl 8:09 pm I guess I'm late, then. Sorry. ItsyBitsySpyers 8:09 pm [[He'll forgive you.]] Soft huff. Nod to Tarantulas. Welcome to the Couch. Prowl 8:09 pm We weren't waiting long. Tarantulas 8:10 pm Shhshh. *nuzzles prowl as they settle in, will he allow arms around his back?* ItsyBitsySpyers 8:12 pm [[You demand much for one with their story wrong.]] VProwl 8:14 pm *he'll start violently at the arms behind his back. once he sees who it is, though, he settles back against them, with yet another mumbled apology.* ItsyBitsySpyers 8:14 pm *Concern ping. Okay there?* VProwl 8:16 pm @S «... Haven't been sleeping well. Took a nap before the show. Didn't sleep well.» Smokescreen 8:17 pm he'd give his life, not for honor but for- kirk? ItsyBitsySpyers 8:17 pm @P: [[You as well, then.]] Tiny pause. [[You are welcome to stay tonight. He would - he'd prefer that, himself. ... You may stay other days as well, if it would help.]] Swoop 8:18 pm ((ooc swoop still. don't mind me)) ItsyBitsySpyers 8:18 pm ((np! enjoy the whales 😀)) Swoop 8:18 pm ((love this movie <3 )) Prowl 8:18 pm ((ooc swoop <3 Swoop 8:19 pm ((he is still a potato)) ((a wiggly potato)) ((a crinkle cut french fry)) Prowl 8:19 pm ((poor baby Swoop 8:20 pm ((he's getting his momentum again)) ItsyBitsySpyers 8:20 pm @P: [[Or if there is anything else you require. He will offer it.]] It was his fault they all went into that... event. Swoop 8:20 pm ((y'all are lucky he doesn't get offended easy or everyone really enjoying quiet time would hurt his feelings)) Smokescreen 8:22 pm There's the Alpha Trion soundalike! ItsyBitsySpyers 8:22 pm [[The human is far less irritating.]] Prowl 8:23 pm Significantly so. Smokescreen 8:23 pm Well- maybe, but I never got to be friends with this human. VProwl 8:23 pm @S «I'd... like the company. Although I apologize if I wake you.» *he'd been sleeping with the Constructicons; it wasn't enough, so somehow he doubted adding Soundwave would be much more help either. But it was worth trying.* @S «... You've been through this more than me. What do /you/ need?» Smokescreen 8:24 pm ((i'm just imagining everyone sleeping on top of prowl)) Tarantulas 8:24 pm (( constructipile VProwl 8:24 pm ((everyone except long haul, the mattress)) Smokescreen 8:25 pm ((It's easier to sleep if you can't move right)) ItsyBitsySpyers 8:25 pm ((i love this conversation)) Specs 8:26 pm ((mccoy blease)) VProwl 8:27 pm ((why are the subtitles lagging so much ugh)) ItsyBitsySpyers 8:28 pm ((i'm sorry)) Specs 8:28 pm ((cri)) Magnum Ace 8:28 pm ((give me a sec, com went stupid Swoop 8:28 pm ((cro you need to establish your subtitle dominance over this thing)) Prowl 8:29 pm This is the same style of music as earlier. Tarantulas 8:31 pm *amused hum* Smokescreen 8:31 pm Sounds usually picks these songs for a reason. ... Wait, are whales really a thing? Prowl 8:33 pm I don't know. I've never been to Earth. ItsyBitsySpyers 8:33 pm @P: [[So does he.]] They could sit there being sleepless together. Better than being the only one awake in a building filled with those who weren't. [[He - does not know what he needs. He WANTS to... to leave, for a while. To be somewhere safe, where nobody fears - that.]] There's something weakly humorous to the next part, but it feels more desperate than funny. [[Perhaps to travel back in time. Erase... things.]]

[[He can't do any of that. Sleep is all there is.]] Tarantulas 8:33 pm *snort* Yes, yes they are. I modeled a Chimeracon design after one. ItsyBitsySpyers 8:33 pm [[...How large was that mech?]] Tarantulas 8:34 pm /Very./ Hyeheh. Blaster 8:34 pm ((sheesh VProwl 8:34 pm @S «Would a vacation help?» Prowl 8:34 pm *thanks Kirk for answering Prowl's question about how big these whales were* Blaster 8:34 pm ((bwah Smokescreen 8:34 pm I've been to Earth, but it's not like I've been in the ocean to check... ItsyBitsySpyers 8:34 pm @P: [[If he could take one.]] Blaster 8:35 pm ((oh, that one made it through ItsyBitsySpyers 8:35 pm ((hello hello)) Blaster 8:35 pm ((hiiii VProwl 8:35 pm @S «Of course you can take one. Cybertron won't fall apart in the time you're gone.» Specs 8:37 pm *well this looks absolutely terrifying. the dragon's just gonna put her tail over her eyes* Blaster 8:38 pm ((going to change muses, okay? ItsyBitsySpyers 8:39 pm @P: [[He will miss too much. And it would be unfair to leave you behind.]] *Soundwave stretches out a feeler to gently pat the dragon.*

((okiedokie)) VProwl 8:39 pm @S «You will not and no it won't. Everything will be recorded and you can download it when you get back. Take a vacation.» Specs 8:39 pm *and the dragon peeks out from under her tail. the Comfort has been accepted* Smokescreen 8:40 pm can someone nightcore this Omicron 8:42 pm *big predacon comes in, with a new hatchling on her back, looks around* ItsyBitsySpyers 8:42 pm *Uncertain shifting. Why wouldn't it be unfair? To take a vacation from what happened and leave one of the other parties to carry on their usual stressful duties, without the ability to speak to anyone else who'd been there? While they were having problems of their own?*

*But Prowl said it wouldn't. And he can't lie.*

*It still doesn't sound right.*

@P: [[He will... consider it.]] Blaster 8:42 pm ((okay, I'm good ItsyBitsySpyers 8:42 pm [[Nightcore?]] Specs 8:43 pm *chirps at Icy! forgive her for not flying over immediately, she is cronching on bugs* Smokescreen 8:43 pm ... Wait, you don't know what nightcore is, Sounds? ItsyBitsySpyers 8:43 pm [[How clever.]] VProwl 8:43 pm @S «I suggest you start by considering when, exactly, you're going to take it.» Omicron 8:44 pm *chirps back, its okay, nom away! finds a place to lay down* VProwl 8:44 pm ... Is that really all a Vulcan needs to do to look completely human? Blaster 8:44 pm -showing up really late here- Omicron 8:44 pm *was late too* ItsyBitsySpyers 8:44 pm *...Small nod. It's hard to keep arguing when Prowl sounds as serious as that.*

[[Facially.]] [[Good evening, Ice Queen. Blaster.]] Blaster 8:45 pm Hello, Soundwave VProwl 8:45 pm I mean—I always thought the only visual difference between them was the ears—but I assumed that was just because most organics with that body type look the same to me. I didn't think they actually looked that similar to /each other./ Omicron 8:45 pm good evening Soundwave... Racer couldn't make it this time VProwl 8:45 pm Is he alright? Specs 8:46 pm What happened? He isn't ill, is he? Prowl 8:46 pm Racer? Swoop 8:46 pm ((this movie is beautiful)) Smokescreen 8:46 pm d... double dumbass?? ItsyBitsySpyers 8:46 pm [[Bajorans resemble humans with badly, badly broken noses. The other differences are hidden elsewhere.]]

[[Is he well?]] Tarantulas 8:46 pm (( the MUSIC Smokescreen 8:46 pm I gotta use that sometime VProwl 8:46 pm ((four buttcheeks)) Smokescreen 8:46 pm /Also, he's going to send Soundwave some examples of nightcore!/ Omicron 8:47 pm he's growing again, not exactly ill Tarantulas 8:47 pm Growing? *immediately interested* ItsyBitsySpyers 8:47 pm *Soundwave will review them after the movie. He means to keep his focus on the few humans (and one Vulcan) he likes. And these whale creatures.* Smokescreen 8:47 pm ... Is that a lot? Blaster 8:48 pm ....what just happened? Smokescreen 8:48 pm Man- I wanna try time travelling sometime ItsyBitsySpyers 8:48 pm ((what... about... the bus)) Smokescreen 8:48 pm ((asdvndsfnm I WAS THINNKIG OF THAT Blaster 8:49 pm ((they blind as hell Smokescreen 8:49 pm sdvbnadsmbxcvbn Omicron 8:49 pm pfffttt VProwl 8:49 pm ((wessels)) Smokescreen 8:49 pm oh nooo Blaster 8:49 pm This is supposed to be stealth? Omicron 8:50 pm I think? Smokescreen 8:50 pm I don't think they know what stealth is- Is that the kinda information in yellow pages? and the whole bus clapped Blaster 8:51 pm ....... Specs 8:51 pm ... Blaster 8:51 pm I'm worried Omicron 8:51 pm good? hmm Smokescreen 8:51 pm .... is spock gonna say fuck say fu VProwl 8:51 pm ((is spock gonna fuck)) Specs 8:52 pm ((no that's mccoy's job)) ItsyBitsySpyers 8:52 pm ((if you believe the pon farr episode, yeah)) Smokescreen 8:52 pm ((asdnvcbv Prowl 8:52 pm ((ahaha Omicron 8:52 pm *Icy starting to get worried for the humans there* ...no steath VProwl 8:52 pm ((spock's gonna fuck)) Swoop 8:52 pm ((-finger guns-)) ItsyBitsySpyers 8:52 pm [[None at all.]]

[[...He wonders if there is a cephalopod institute.]] Omicron 8:52 pm ((nice)) (ORCA!) ItsyBitsySpyers 8:52 pm *...They LOOK like fish.* Blaster 8:52 pm They're not very good at this Smokescreen 8:52 pm ((Spock has and will fuck again Omicron 8:53 pm fish swim side ways VProwl 8:53 pm *... looks at tarantulas. is there?* Smokescreen 8:53 pm ... no teeth?? But why Omicron 8:53 pm whales swim up and down mostion *nodding* ItsyBitsySpyers 8:53 pm *Joins the looking at Tarantulas.* VProwl 8:53 pm ((spock voice: "i've fucked before and i'll fuck again")) Specs 8:53 pm Some things don't need teeth. Like skin parasites. Tarantulas 8:53 pm *is being looked at* ...Probably? Smokescreen 8:53 pm ... Is that why I've never seen a whale? Blaster 8:54 pm That's terrible Specs 8:54 pm Humans really will eat anything. Omicron 8:54 pm *Icy makes a face* Specs 8:54 pm ((I love that "I'm going to have to steal these" face)) Tarantulas 8:55 pm *does two seconds of research and pings sw a link to the NRCC* https://www.gulfbase.org/organization/national-resource-center-cephalopods ItsyBitsySpyers 8:55 pm *...Places post-film priority on that over nightcore. If octopuses can't make him feel better, nothing will.* Omicron 8:56 pm (that Vancouver aquarium?) Specs 8:56 pm ((SPOCK)) VProwl 8:56 pm ((kirk's face)) Blaster 8:56 pm .............. Omicron 8:56 pm ..............??? ItsyBitsySpyers 8:56 pm ((monterey bay aquarium)) Blaster 8:56 pm -snorts- Stealth ItsyBitsySpyers 8:57 pm [[....They have invented the direct opposite of stealth.]] Blaster 8:57 pm Yep VProwl 8:57 pm ((i just, can't get over kirk's face journey)) Specs 8:57 pm *the dragon stifles a snicker* Anti-stealth. ItsyBitsySpyers 8:57 pm ((it's great)) Prowl 8:57 pm ((I love Kirk in this movie so much Tarantulas 8:57 pm (( 'THE HELL' Smokescreen 8:57 pm the hell they did Blaster 8:58 pm ((jyeeeep)) Smokescreen 8:58 pm he's trying to get his words noticed ... he's no longer allowed to say fuck Prowl 8:58 pm I thought he did very well. Omicron 8:58 pm primus ItsyBitsySpyers 8:59 pm [[The hell you say.]] Smokescreen 8:59 pm I thought so too! Slang is weird. Specs 8:59 pm ((Lisa you are TEARING ME APART)) Smokescreen 8:59 pm I like her. Tarantulas 9:00 pm H-how did they - ? ItsyBitsySpyers 9:00 pm ((ftr: this being an old movie, it has since been established that they're HELLA intelligent, have their own pod dialects, etc)) [[Who are Robin Hood and Friar Tuck?]] Blaster 9:01 pm No idea ItsyBitsySpyers 9:01 pm [[He doesn't remember them giving aliases.]] Omicron 9:01 pm These organics have no sense of stealth or disguise VProwl 9:01 pm (("lds")) Smokescreen 9:01 pm LDS? VProwl 9:01 pm ((real smooth kirk)) ItsyBitsySpyers 9:01 pm ((snorted one too many mormons)) Specs 9:01 pm ((not a humpback whale thing, but my favorite whale pod is the one where the pod leader has no dorsal fin and his probable-girlfriend is missing a chunk of her face)) Smokescreen 9:01 pm What's that? Omicron 9:01 pm (aw) ItsyBitsySpyers 9:02 pm [[A tire iron? A vehicle repair tool.]] Specs 9:02 pm ((they're a very small family pod IIRC, but they're still going! I love them!)) Omicron 9:02 pm (I like J, K and L pods of orcas around here..... we had babies) Blaster 9:02 pm I think that's a threat Specs 9:02 pm ((babies!!!!!)) Blaster 9:03 pm Like...she'd take it an swing it like a weapon at them Prowl 9:03 pm Ha. Omicron 9:03 pm [I hope they live] pfft ItsyBitsySpyers 9:03 pm ((so do i))

[[Spock, please. Do not talk for now.]] Prowl 9:03 pm His honestly may go more smoothly than Kirk's lying. Smokescreen 9:04 pm Mannn I wanna go time travelling like this VProwl 9:04 pm ((i'm so disappointed that none of the robots in this room can appreciate the humor of a guy with an obvious russian accent cheerfully asking where to find nuclear vessels in the mid 80s)) Swoop 9:04 pm ((*wessels)) VProwl 9:04 pm ((wessels)) ItsyBitsySpyers 9:04 pm ((LOL and yes, me too)) Specs 9:04 pm ((neither can the dragon, but the humanspecs appreciates it)) Blaster 9:04 pm ((just...wow. Guys, no Omicron 9:05 pm pfft VProwl 9:06 pm These are the only two that are doing a half decent job of maintaining their cover. Omicron 9:06 pm *sniffs and eyes bar thoughtfully* ItsyBitsySpyers 9:06 pm *Soundwave pings Prowl. And Tarantulas.* @P/T: [[Listen.]] VProwl 9:07 pm *he's listening.* Smokescreen 9:07 pm oh no asdfgbnbvcbvn' Swoop 9:07 pm ((he's so entertained)) Tarantulas 9:07 pm *pings back, yes?* Omicron 9:07 pm .........really? Tarantulas 9:08 pm *snickering, oh beautiful* ItsyBitsySpyers 9:08 pm *They'll see shortly.* VProwl 9:08 pm *.................. crosses legs.* ItsyBitsySpyers 9:08 pm *Barely manages not to huff loud enough for everyone not on the couch to hear.* Smokescreen 9:09 pm p. Pfpff Specs 9:10 pm *pizza tossing? that looks fun.* Smokescreen 9:11 pm I wanna toss dough Omicron 9:12 pm *Icy wonders what pizza tastes like* Prowl 9:12 pm Toss what? Specs 9:12 pm It's not that-. *oh. she forgot how big cybertronians are* Hm. It might be a little difficult for you. Smokescreen 9:12 pm They were tossing this pizza dough! I've learned a few things about how it works and it sounds really fun is he gonna tell her all about the space whales Prowl 9:13 pm And pizza is... a type of fuel? ItsyBitsySpyers 9:14 pm [[Organic fuel.]] Smokescreen 9:14 pm Yeah! It's something you eat with friends! Omicron 9:14 pm I would assume so for humans? Prowl 9:14 pm Ah. Smokescreen 9:15 pm Let her come to the 23rd century! ItsyBitsySpyers 9:15 pm =DOG.= *And that is Ravage's high-as-hell contribution for the night.* Prowl 9:15 pm *excellent contribution, Ravage* Specs 9:15 pm *the dragon has become a drug dealer for cats. what a life she leads* Smokescreen 9:15 pm You got that right, Ravage! Omicron 9:16 pm *Icy snickers and there's a mew from her back in response to ravage* Blaster 9:16 pm . . . ItsyBitsySpyers 9:17 pm *Soundwave glances over to Icy. The mew again.* Smokescreen 9:17 pm Also Sounds- Sounds? Do whales still exist? Specs 9:17 pm *chirps at the mewer. hello friend! she is eating bugs.* ItsyBitsySpyers 9:18 pm [[They do.]] Omicron 9:18 pm *Icy grins wide at Soundwave, the predacon did say she would bring the younger hatching this time* Smokescreen 9:18 pm Wait, really? Can you show me sometime? Omicron 9:19 pm have you seen planetary whales smokescreen? ItsyBitsySpyers 9:19 pm [[...Show you?]] *Confused tilt.* [[They are in the middle of the ocean.]] Smokescreen 9:19 pm Nope! I've never seen them- I didn't know for sure they were real until now. ... Well, yeah- but there's gotta be some way to see 'em, right? Specs 9:20 pm Go into the ocean. If you can swim. ((BIG MOOD)) Smokescreen 9:21 pm I can't swim though Specs 9:21 pm Neither can I. Prowl 9:21 pm You don't need to breathe, Smokescreen. Just walk. Tarantulas 9:22 pm *pointed side glance at sw, pls don't ask him to get whales now to add to the cephaloparty* Smokescreen 9:22 pm But the ocean gets pretty dense, doesn't it? I'd probably get crushed by the pressure Omicron 9:22 pm don't go swiming Smokey ItsyBitsySpyers 9:22 pm *Don't worry, he won't. Smokescreen might want a cetacevent though.* Omicron 9:22 pm as far as I know a lot of mechs can't handle the pressure. Blaster 9:23 pm ..... Tarantulas 9:23 pm (( omg "cetacevent" Smokescreen 9:24 pm That's why I wanna see if there's a better way to check 'em out! Specs 9:24 pm *HAH* Omicron 9:24 pm ....good human female Specs 9:26 pm Ow. Omicron 9:26 pm ......I want a cloaking thing for dreaded Wings ItsyBitsySpyers 9:27 pm [[She reacted to feeling the transporter. He wonders if it feels like our bridges.]] Smokescreen 9:28 pm I hear humans usually purge using our bridges the first time, though. So maybe these are gentler? Omicron 9:29 pm I would hope so, or the humans would never keep anything down pfft Specs 9:29 pm *snickers* Doctors are doctors. Smokescreen 9:30 pm ... ca can I say the line sounds Prowl 9:31 pm What line? Omicron 9:32 pm go medics ItsyBitsySpyers 9:32 pm [[What line?]] Smokescreen 9:32 pm they said something about the spanish inquisition and- I don't want to say it now but you know what I mean, right? ItsyBitsySpyers 9:32 pm [[Oh. Yes, he knows that joke. Go on.]] *The twins like to use it at him.* Smokescreen 9:32 pm /He's quickly changing to a red paint job./ Nobody expects them! ItsyBitsySpyers 9:33 pm =HA= Smokescreen 9:33 pm I've been waiting for a chance to say that! Blaster 9:33 pm -snickering- Smokescreen 9:33 pm also I want a whole series of this Omicron 9:33 pm Pffft Specs 9:33 pm *the dragon is a terrible person and making a beetle dance. she's having a great time* ItsyBitsySpyers 9:33 pm ((i like how bones has to be told there isn't time to attend to the broken bone guy they knocked over)) Tarantulas 9:34 pm (( it's super cute Specs 9:34 pm ((bones is perfect)) Blaster 9:34 pm ((gotta love medics Smokescreen 9:34 pm let her come along! Omicron 9:34 pm ((yesss)) Tarantulas 9:34 pm Rude! Omicron 9:34 pm HAH! Specs 9:34 pm Hyeh. VProwl 9:34 pm ... She could have gotten them both killed. Smokescreen 9:35 pm ... does that count as pulling a miko Omicron 9:35 pm true Blaster 9:35 pm That...was dangerous Smokescreen 9:35 pm sneaking along for a mission in a potentially deadly way Omicron 9:35 pm but oddly fitting? Specs 9:35 pm She's a caretaker. I don't know many docents who wouldn't risk their own lives to keep taking care of their charges. ItsyBitsySpyers 9:36 pm [[She could have, yes. If their transporters were any older, she very well might have.]] [[He has seen the accidents. It is... unpleasant.]] Blaster 9:36 pm ....don't wanna know VProwl 9:36 pm She couldn't have kept taking care of them if she got herself killed with unknown technology. Smokescreen 9:36 pm I wanna know- what kinda accidents are there? VProwl 9:36 pm Nor does she have any right to endanger SOMEONE ELSE'S life in the process. Omicron 9:36 pm I would rather not please Specs 9:37 pm And that is where the other portion of the docents come in, yes. *the dragon smiles in the "normal" way, showing all those teeth* Although we're a very selfish species. Humans are probably less so. ItsyBitsySpyers 9:37 pm @S: [[Being turned inside out, being melded with the other life form in the transporter, pattern data loss...]] Omicron 9:37 pm That human has claws? Smokescreen 9:37 pm ... Oh. Oh, ouch. ItsyBitsySpyers 9:38 pm =Flat claws. No good.= Omicron 9:38 pm *growls at the screen, little attempt to mimic on her back* Specs 9:39 pm *gets real poofy and growls too. gotta do what the Big Dragon do. And it's horrible to slaughter innocent animals for fun.* ItsyBitsySpyers 9:40 pm [[Effective.]] Specs 9:40 pm ((oh that's a mood)) Blaster 9:40 pm -breaks down laughing- ItsyBitsySpyers 9:41 pm *Is vaguely pleased to see that. Blaster probably doesn't get many chances for it.* Omicron 9:41 pm *Icy jerks, looking around, what the frag why did she black out for a minute and where is her hatchling???* ((>.> *eyes internet)) Specs 9:42 pm Spock would be allowed to bite him for that. VProwl 9:42 pm Don't taunt him for making a guess. It's obvious he doesn't have any alternative. Blaster 9:42 pm -not many, recently, no- Blaster 9:43 pm -recovers a bit, and huffs- I'm good Omicron 9:44 pm *Icy's tracking her escaped hatchling, don't mind her in the back* Blaster 9:45 pm ..... Omicron 9:45 pm what is that?? ItsyBitsySpyers 9:45 pm [[A probe. It is trying to speak to the whales and causes damage in the process.]] Omicron 9:46 pm something from earlier? Specs 9:46 pm *the soft dragon is chewing on beetles* ItsyBitsySpyers 9:46 pm [[Yes. It is the entire reason they went back in time to fetch whales.]] Omicron 9:47 pm aah ItsyBitsySpyers 9:47 pm [[There was nothing to answer it, so it stays put, damaging Earth.]] Omicron 9:47 pm *fluffy dragon gets tail batted at by hatchling* Specs 9:48 pm *the dragon poofs in surprise, before looking down at the smol. well, hello. have a lick to the forehead, little one.* Omicron 9:49 pm *hatchlings gives a happy squeaky mew, inching forwards to see whats being nomed* Specs 9:51 pm *that's a beetle! maybe don't eat that. it's dragon food, not predacon food. but inching forwards means getting GROOMED. lick lick. only clean hatchlings here.* VProwl 9:52 pm ... Why does everything have subtitles except the whales' conversation? *that's the only part he needs translated.* Omicron 9:52 pm *Icy tilts head listening intently to the sounds while hatchling meeps abou being groomed* ItsyBitsySpyers 9:52 pm [[Perhaps we are not meant to know what they said.]] [[Secrets for their audials only.]] VProwl 9:53 pm If so they wouldn't be broadcasting it on an open frequency. Smokescreen 9:53 pm the most secret whales Tarantulas 9:53 pm I've never attempted to interpret whalesong, but my guess is it might not be able to be translated in a comprehensible manner, either. To us or the humans, that is. VProwl 9:54 pm That's absurd. Omicron 9:54 pm its sounds....like scratchy metrotitain song Specs 9:54 pm *alright, meepy baby. stay still, you need cuddles and grooming.* Blaster 9:54 pm What's absurd? ItsyBitsySpyers 9:55 pm [[Humans do not understand the /other/ animals on their planet.]] VProwl 9:55 pm The notion that a language can't be made comprehensible. Prowl 9:55 pm I'm sure a translation is possible. Just that no one's attempted it. Omicron 9:55 pm *hatchling flops on the ground, making faces but not moving away* VProwl 9:55 pm Exactly. Not attempted or not succeeded. Specs 9:57 pm *faces are fine. some babies just don't wanna be groomed as much. as long as she doesn't run away from the cuddles, it's all good. the dragon can reduce the grooming if it's so uncomfortable.* Blaster 9:57 pm It's an early human movie. I'm gonna go with not attempted ItsyBitsySpyers 9:57 pm [[Was that a valid... 'punishment'?]] Tarantulas 9:58 pm *mumbles* I beg to differ. Not everything is translatable, not really. VProwl 9:58 pm It's a documentary. It depends on what you think the purpose of punishment is. Smokescreen 9:58 pm It was a funishment! Blaster 9:58 pm Still gonna go with them not even trying ....... Being promoted can be punishment enough Omicron 9:59 pm *hatchling meeps, she got cleaned before!....but is good kitty and stays flopped* Specs 10:00 pm *well, fine. if she's ALREADY a clean hatchling, she doesn't need that much grooming. cuddles are fine.* ItsyBitsySpyers 10:01 pm [[If he understands his history correctly, next time, they will try to find their god at the center of existence.]] Smokescreen 10:02 pm That was fun, Sounds! Also what Omicron 10:02 pm *...hatchling meeps one last time before purring...kinda. cuddles are good! and Icy's not far* ....primus? Prowl 10:02 pm Fascinating. Specs 10:02 pm Will they eat their god? Tarantulas 10:02 pm *gets vaguely bitter for a moment because he realizes the whales probably won't survive for too long, transposed into the future like that, for very many reasons. tch. well, they did their job* Blaster 10:02 pm ...they what? ItsyBitsySpyers 10:02 pm [[That is, the next time he has one of these documentaries. Not next week.]]

[[He does not know which god, and he will not tell you what transpires. It is to be watched.]] Smokescreen 10:02 pm /Also- he's going to tap Prowl and offer a few energon goodies!/ VProwl 10:02 pm I thought their god was on Earth? Animating bushes and snakes and the like. Specs 10:02 pm *ah, the movie's over. the dragon chirps at Icy- it's time for her to go, but she can't leave the meeper alone.* Omicron 10:03 pm that does not sound wise to eat a god Smokescreen 10:03 pm I'd eat a god Specs 10:03 pm We ate ours. VProwl 10:03 pm Did he achieve space travel too? Prowl 10:03 pm The Klingons killed their gods. They likely ate them as well. ItsyBitsySpyers 10:03 pm [[He assumes it did. The center of existence is a long way from Earth.]] Blaster 10:03 pm What. Eat a...where did this topic come from? Omicron 10:03 pm humm, well, that's intresting Tarantulas 10:04 pm ...How do they propose to find the center of existence? VProwl 10:04 pm Hm. He made it farther than Primus. Specs 10:04 pm In all fairness, I suspect that the Eaten was far worse than Primus. Desperate times call for desperate measures. Blaster 10:05 pm -this topic concerns him on many levels- ItsyBitsySpyers 10:05 pm [[With a map, he assumes. He hasn't seen the full story yet. The species involved were unusually reluctant to discuss it with outsiders.]] Tarantulas 10:05 pm I know you call the Eaten a god, but was he /really/, though? ItsyBitsySpyers 10:05 pm ((10:25 is tonight's end point; carry on!)) Smokescreen 10:05 pm I'm going to head off, I think. I really need some recharge! What's the movie for next time? Omicron 10:05 pm *Icy makes a face, laying down with hatchling in sight....but she really has no idea who created primal predacons???? * ItsyBitsySpyers 10:06 pm [[Next time, we will see a film Rumble recommended called... The Shape of Water? He wasn't aware water had a shape. Hmm.]] Smokescreen 10:06 pm oH OH YES Rumble's got good tastes I think! Omicron 10:06 pm I like water 😊 is it cold? Specs 10:06 pm If you put it in a glass sphere, it's an orb. Prowl 10:06 pm *questions Rumble's taste in anything* ItsyBitsySpyers 10:06 pm [[Yes, he is told there was an entire war in the cold at the time.]] Prowl 10:07 pm That sounds unpleasant. ItsyBitsySpyers 10:07 pm [[A good point, dragon.]] Smokescreen 10:07 pm Wait, really? Why would they do that? VProwl 10:07 pm The "cold" part is metaphorical. Omicron 10:07 pm cold is good though Smokescreen 10:07 pm If you put water in your mouth, it's mouth shaped. Prowl 10:07 pm Cold as in no direct action taken then? VProwl 10:07 pm The "war" didn't break out into open violence. Ergo, it was cold because they weren't exchanging fire. Omicron 10:07 pm I can survive in cold, its much better then heat oh... Blaster 10:08 pm Sounds familiar Tarantulas 10:08 pm *shivers, despises cold weather* Prowl 10:08 pm What sort of movies does Rumble usually recommend? Omicron 10:08 pm *Icy makes a face....miiight be a out. She likes fighting in the cold* Smokescreen 10:08 pm Prowl- Prowl, Prowl Prowl Prowl- before I go, you want any energon goodies? Prowl 10:09 pm I suppose. Smokescreen 10:10 pm /He's going to put some down in front of Prowl, grinning at her!/ I'll see you next week, yeah? Specs 10:10 pm *sighs, and gets to her feet with the utmost reluctance* I should get going too. *sighs, and gives the meeper one last snuggle for the road* Thank you for everything, Soundwave! Prowl 10:10 pm Yes, I'll be here. ItsyBitsySpyers 10:10 pm [[Oh. A cold war, not...]] *He resists the urge to sigh into his hand. Time to clean and refine Rumble's internal dictionaries again.* [[Typically, fighting, action scenes, and wild adventures. He's made the occasional exception.]] [[Goodnight, dragon. Be well.]] VProwl 10:10 pm Maybe it's a spy movie? *there's a lot of spy movies set in the cold war. Prowl's seen...... two.* Tarantulas 10:10 pm *spider-paw waves at those who are departing* Omicron 10:11 pm *icy chirps at fluffy dragon, hatchling mews after, aww no fluffy friend!* Prowl 10:11 pm That might be interesting. Smokescreen 10:11 pm /He's looking over to Tarantulas, before quickly looking back. Probably not a good time to ask for affection/ I'll see you then! Thank you for having this, Sounds! Be sure to listen to that nightcore playlist so you get exactly what it's about. At full volume. Prowl 10:11 pm Smokescreen, I'll send you the theatre plans once I've located them. ItsyBitsySpyers 10:11 pm *Soundwave's got designs on showing another one in the future once he gives it an inspection.*

[[Naturally. There is no better way to listen to new music.]] Smokescreen 10:12 pm I'm glad we're on the same *wave*length about that! ItsyBitsySpyers 10:12 pm [[OUT.]] Tarantulas 10:12 pm *snickers* ItsyBitsySpyers 10:12 pm *Don't you pun with his name, you brat.* Smokescreen 10:12 pm Bye Sounds, love youuu ItsyBitsySpyers 10:12 pm [[Ugh.]] Omicron 10:12 pm *snorts, then chirps at soundwave questioningly * ItsyBitsySpyers 10:12 pm *Glances over to Ice Queen.* Prowl 10:13 pm *collects the energon treats carefully, will distribute them to some of the officers at work tomorrow* Smokescreen 10:13 pm /He's blowing a kiss at Soundwave before walking out./ ItsyBitsySpyers 10:13 pm *Small shudder.* Tarantulas 10:13 pm *patpat sw* Blaster 10:13 pm -sighs- Okay, my break's over. Thanks for that. ItsyBitsySpyers 10:14 pm [[You are welcome. Try not to run afoul of alien messengers.]] Omicron 10:14 pm *Icy looks at her feline offspring flopped on the floor, does soundwave still want to meet or shall she take her?* Prowl 10:14 pm He might be worse than Elita. Blaster 10:14 pm I'll try to keep that to a minimum. ItsyBitsySpyers 10:14 pm [][][]Might?[][][]

*Soundwave will go for a quick meeting, but his mood is rapidly deteriorating. It can't be long. Longer next time.* Blaster 10:14 pm -waves- G'night ItsyBitsySpyers 10:15 pm [[Goodnight.]] Prowl 10:15 pm I don't know him well enough to judge accurately yet. VProwl 10:15 pm I think I'm going to get a restraining order against him. ItsyBitsySpyers 10:16 pm [[You are the captain. He assumes there is nobody higher capable of denying you.]] Tarantulas 10:16 pm ....How do you mean, restraining order? Omicron 10:17 pm *hatchling is still flopped, though wiggling* VProwl 10:17 pm I can't just grant it, I have to take it to court. Since he hasn't threatened me, my case is weak; but I've recorded all of our conversations, I have evidence of a sustained pattern of harassment and ignoring me when I plea for him to leave me alone. ItsyBitsySpyers 10:18 pm *Soundwave stretches out a feeler to get a good look at the hatchling through the claw optics. A tendril wiggles in greeting. Hello, small one.* Tarantulas 10:18 pm But multiversally speaking, if the order is granted locally, how will it be enforced anywhere else...? ItsyBitsySpyers 10:19 pm [[He supposes that is up to the mechs in charge of keeping order in any given area.]]

[[Here, at least, that is him.]] Omicron 10:20 pm *Hatchling gasps, its a Thing! That's amazing. Wide gold optics....small paw touches the feeler* VProwl 10:21 pm That's another problem. Cross-jurisdiction restraining orders are... possible, but very difficult. There's legal precedent for them, though. Prowl 10:21 pm I'm sure something can be arranged with Praxus as well. VProwl 10:22 pm Anyway. *sighs* Even if it's slim, I'm still looking into it. I don't see any other way to get him to leave me alone permanently. Tarantulas 10:22 pm Ah - hmm. *will keep his thoughts to himself for now* *instead, prefers a brief snuggle, seeing as he'll be leaving soon himself* ItsyBitsySpyers 10:22 pm *Soundwave tries not to scare the hatchling. He has been blessed by a tiny paw. His day has improved, if only by a little. It'll resume being rough as soon as they're gone, but that's life when you're devoted to fending off enormous chaos gods.* *Gently reaches across to Tarantulas and returns the pat from earlier.* VProwl 10:23 pm *... briefly turns to squeeze an arm around Tarantulas.* Omicron 10:25 pm *hatchling sniffs the feeler, inching closer....manages to find and sniff at the lens? have a kitty nose in it and a face plant if that helps soundwave feel better and have a cute clip for later* ItsyBitsySpyers 10:27 pm *It does, and it was definitely recorded. He huffs and relaxes a hair - but it is time to close up, he thinks. There are those in need of rest.*

*He withdraws the feeler, pats the hatchling, and nudges them back toward Icy.*

[[Another time. He would like to know more about them then.]] Omicron 10:29 pm *icy nods, he still has the trip to the ship? she comes over to scoop up the meeper, she might have a name soon! humms her thanks and starts to leave* [thanks for the stream!] ItsyBitsySpyers 10:30 pm ((no prob! have a good night 😃 )) Prowl 10:30 pm I think I'll be going now. Thank you, again, Soundwave. *stands up and nods to Soundwave and then Prowl, that energy signature is familiar enough at this point* Prowl. Goodnight. ItsyBitsySpyers 10:30 pm [[Goodnight to both of you.]] VProwl 10:31 pm Evening, alternate. Tarantulas 10:31 pm *gets a last few cuddles in before politely bowing out, also* VProwl 10:32 pm *and a nod to Tarantulas as he leaves.*

*before turning to Soundwave and giving him a tired look.* Well. Off to battle nightmares, then? ItsyBitsySpyers 10:33 pm *Grabs as much comfort as he can from distractingly furry cuddles before rising and commanding the doors to lock with a subtle wave. He'll turn toward Prowl, offer a hand, and bob his helm in the direction of the stairs. Still coming?*

[[Mm. As if there were any other option these days.]] VProwl 10:34 pm Better get on with it, then. *he takes Soundwave's hand and follows him upstairs.* ItsyBitsySpyers 10:36 pm *Ravage will follow them up to help as much as he can by standing guard. May it be of some comfort in a time when there is little to be found.*

*At least there'll be warmth, two trusted mechs, and the knowledge that one of them understands.*

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the-cactus-eater · 6 years

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10 Songs I’m Obsessed With + Tag 10 Blogs

I was tagged by @imitationalligator, go check out her blog she’s awesome! 💞

Here are 10 songs I love. Warning, my taste in music is pretty much trash but here we go:

1. “California Girls" by the Beach Boys

2. “The Less I Know The Better" by Tame Impala

3. “I Feel It Coming" by The Weekend

4. “Dreams" by Fleetwood Mac

5. “Baby Baby" by Tanuki

6. “Rock With You" by Michael Jackson

7. “Here is No Why" by The Smashing Pumpkins

8. “Killer Queen" by Queen

9. “Buddy Holly" by Weezer

10. “Plump" by Hole

I’m tagging:

@amelia-onfire @geekyspacefeminist @savethepopulati0n @rarnonaflowrs @phossmos @go-bwah @etoranze

I can’t think of anyone else off the top of my head to tag, but if we’re mutuals feel free to have a go!

If I tagged you please don’t feel obligated to do it if you don’t want to, it’s just a bit of fun 💖

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jasperrollswrites · 7 years

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The Baritone and the Critic

More commissions. This is a bit of a silly one but I feel it’s important, because it features yours truly. Done for AgentofEmpathy on FA. There was going to be an original song but it would’ve made the story too long.

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In comparison to the sweltering heat outside, the main theater of the auditorium was enjoyably cool. It had to be, since the stage lights would be heat enough on the actors, and if anyone in the audience ended up passing out, it'd probably be pretty embarrassing. There wasn't a full audience in there right now, of course. They'd come later. Right now, the wide open room, filled to the brim with art deco style architecture, had only two occupants.

They were sitting in one of the front seats on the balcony. One was in fairly okay shape. He wore a red shirt, with a brown jacket over it. His dark brown hair was short, with a slight flick at the ends. He looked pretty young, no real blemishes or anything on his face. The other was slightly chubby, wearing a tight dark blue hoodie. His dark brown hair was quite long in comparison, reaching down towards the small of his back, but it didn't look like he took particularly good care of it - it was washed at least, but clearly hadn't been combed.

"What is it, tonight?" the long-haired one asked, turning towards his companion.

"Uhh...some opera. The Magic Flute." they replied.

"Oh, I actually know that one."

"You know an opera, Jasper?" the one in the brown jacket responded, laughing a little.

"Yes," Jasper replied, indignantly. "I am slightly cultured, Spencer. I bet you didn't know it."

"Fair enough." Spencer admitted. "How do you know so much, though?"

"I had a children's book version of it when I was a kid." Jasper said, reminiscing. "Well...I mean it looked like a children's book, but all the dialog was straight from the story, so it was kind of confusing for an 8-year old."

"What's it about?"

"Uh...it's kind of weird." Jasper began. "There's this prince from another country, and the queen of that country tells him that if he saves her beautiful daughter from some...evil guy, she'll let him marry her. But then it turns out that the guy who kidnapped the queen's daughter might not be evil after all...he has to go through some trials...there's a lot of stuff about being in the Masons, I think, 'cause Mozart was a Mason or something like that."

"And what about the flute?" Spencer asked.

"Oh, yeah, that like...barely comes up I think. Like, the prince gets given it about halfway through by some servant boys, and it gets used like once for some deus ex machina near the end, I guess. I'm probably remembering it wrong."

Spencer stood up, stretching his legs a bit. "Man, why are they keeping us around here?" He asked. "It's not like there's anything left to do. Cleaning's all done. People won't be coming for like...3 hours."

"To check nothing else gets messed up I guess?" Jasper replied, still sitting as he pulled out his phone. "I mean, I don't mind getting paid to sit around for 3 hours."

"Yeah, guess so." Spencer said. "I'm gonna go look around." Jasper made a noncommittal humming noise, evidently more interested in his phone. Spencer looked down as the phone's speaker began making music. Looked liked he was playing air hockey or something. Spencer turned away, making his way to the back of the balcony, before heading through the doors that lead outside.

As Spencer closed the door back to the auditorium and entered into the corridors wrapping around it, he was struck by how silent it was. The light red wallpaper was brightly lit, and there were no windows. It felt like it was completely divorced from the rest of the world - that there was nothing beyond the walls of these corridors. He walked down the plush red carpet on the stairs, towards the lower floor of the auditorium. Opening one of the wide doors, he walked back in. He could barely hear the hiss of Jasper's game up above. The lights were low, except on the stage, where a single spotlight was pointed at the centre. Spencer walked along the rows of seats, all red and slightly plump with comfortable fluff. It was a pretty classy place, with the pillars a stark alabaster white, with lines of gold curving around in intricate patterns. They didn't seem to have done anything special for the play, however. Spencer guess it might be a pared back production, for whatever reason. Maybe they didn't have a big budget

He walked silently around the orchestra pit, then began climbing the hard steps to the stage. As he did, he was surprised by the sound of his footsteps - they'd been silent on the carpet of the audience area, now they were much louder. He turned towards the balcony, in time to see Jasper look up from his phone. He looked quite small from where Spencer was standing.

"Are you going to sing for me?!" Jasper yelled, feigning delight.

"Very funny!" Spencer yelled back.

As he stepped up onto the stage, however, Spencer felt a bit funny. He wasn't much of a singer. Everyone sung to themselves in their room, or in the shower, or something, but Spencer hadn't really done in front of audience. Jasper's comment had made him feel a bit indignant. Maybe he should sing. He might be really good at it. You never knew.

He looked around the stage, looking behind the curtain and into the wings. There were a few props lying around, stuff he assumed was needed for the opera tonight. A gramophone was set out, although it looked pretty dusty, the metal of the...speaker looking dirty and unpolished. A handkerchief with a red edge had been laid on the part where the record was placed. He picked the handkerchief up, using it to dust the gramophone a little.

"No respect, really." He muttered to himself. He felt himself a little stung by Jasper's remark, the more he thought about it. It had been kind of a mean thing to say...well, okay, maybe not, but the implication was rude. He looked back towards the centre of the stage, where the spotlight was shining. If he sung, that would shut Jasper up. And if it didn't, well...who else would know? He walked towards the spotlight, handkerchief still in hand. Now that he was in the centre of it, it was hard to see the audience. He looked up to where he thought Jasper was. He could just barely see him, his feet up on the ledge of the balcony, still messing around with his phone. Spencer scratched his upper lip a little, feeling it itch a bit. As he pulled his hand away, a few hairs pushed through the skin, growing faster than normal.

What should he sing? It was an opera tonight. Something classical would fit. Canon in D. Everyone knew that one. He felt a little nervous, but closed his eyes. There was no-one there except Jasper. There was nothing to be afraid of.

He began to hum the opening notes, holding the handkerchief tightly in his right hand. First a B, then an F, then G after that, followed by a D...as he carried along with the song, he tried to be a bit louder, letting his voice project a little. Didn't they say something about speaking from the diaphragm in drama lessons at school? It was a little tough to do, so he might as well just keep singing from the throat.

As he sung, the hairs on his lip were pushing out more now, gaining in thickness. A mustache was forming across his upper lip, although it didn't look like much at the moment. As he moved on to the next measure of the song, he raised his voice further, trying to reach Jasper's ears now. He put his left hand on his stomach, and as he did, it bloated outward slightly. He began to sing the song's main melody, a series of sonorous "la"-s bouncing around the room. It wasn't bad, he thought. But maybe it wasn't loud enough...

As he thought that, Jasper spoke up. "Can't hear yooouuu! Speak up!" He said, kind of mockingly. Spencer stopped abruptly and frowned up at Jasper. His voice sounded strange, like he hadn't cleared his throat. It was hard to see through the glaring spotlight but...yes. He was still wrapped up in his phone. Now that felt really unfair. Of course he couldn't hear Spencer if he was more concerned with his stupid game! Lazy, fat idiot. He looked a bit bigger than before. But the spotlight wasn't on him, now, was it? It was on Spencer.

A game...maybe a song from a game would be more his speed. But what song? They weren't really known for anything particularly operatic...except. Spencer grinned to himself. He knew the perfect song. He took a breath in, his belly swelling a little bit more as he did. He could almost hear the organ playing.

"Bwah. Hum. Ah-hem." He gave out a few test notes, trying to sing from his diaphragm. This was a lower song than Canon in D, so he'd need to be going for...what was it? They had names for this kind of thing. A low and bassy voice. Baritone, his mind offered. Probably. He did a bit more vocal testing. "Bwaaah, bwa-bwaaahhh..." the more he did it, the easier it felt, and the more he did it...the more he grew.

The hair on his upper lip was now pushing into a proper mustache, and as it reached its full length, it curled round a little at the ends. He coughed a bit, and without really thinking about how he didn't have a mustache a minute earlier, stroked it. Hair was now pushing out over his skin now, but this wasn't the dark hair of the mustache that now adorned his face...this hair was white. His belly swelled further, becoming impossible to miss, causing his shirt to ride up. He smirked, feeling ready to let his real voice come out. He opened his mouth, and out came the baritone he was looking for.

"Who's done me a thousand wrongs, ever since Donkey Kooooong..." he held the last note, his voice quivering. He closed his eyes, put his left hand to his chest, while raising his right into the air dramatically, the handkerchief flipping over in his hand. The white hair was pushing out all over now, in his arms and hands, across his belly and chest...on his face. He felt a little itchy, but he couldn't let it stop him from performing.

"Slithering down every pipe, despite his plumb-shaped body type..." his voice was beginning to change, not just now he was singing in baritone. He was rolling his Rs, his words gaining a slight Mediterranean tone. His belly kept on pushing outwards with every note he held, the hairs across it thickening...he wasn't just looking a bit hirsute. This was becoming proper fur adorning his belly. He cracked open an eye, to get a look at Jasper...it was hard to see, but his "friend" seemed to be paying attention...although he looked a bit bigger than before.

"Who's gonna run in fear, while screaming 'Mamma-miaaaaaaa'?" He was really enjoying those long notes. With every single one, his belly swelled - it was getting beyond just chubby, or fat, this was becoming obese. It was starting to sag down, but Spencer didn't feel impaired at all. As his shirt and jacket rode up, however, they too began to change. His shirt remained red, but the material it was made of was becoming more comfortable...a little more plush. Little buttons bloomed out, as a split formed down the middle, the shirt becoming a little waistcoat, with a spiralling design being drawn into it.

Meanwhile, his jacket was changing a lot more. The brown colour was deepening, turning towards purple, before rolling back, into a ocean blue colour, that stood out in the light of the spotlight. The back of the jacket began to push down, over his swelling buttocks, into the coattails of a much smarter blazer. The sleeves of the jacket folded back, as cufflinks set themselves into the softening material. The collar rose up around his cheeks, which were beginning to get plump with fat, and fluffy with white fur. His pants were being stretched to the limit, by his oversized body, but he was far more focused on the performance.

"Who leaves me gray and grim? Oh, what does Peach see in him?" As the white fur pushed out over his face, his hair began to change too. The curl in the dark brown hair got more intense, quite literally curling up into little rolls of hair, and as they did, they began to lose colour, turning grey, before reaching a white tone closer to that of the fur he was growing. His nose was sinking into his face, the fur covering it up. He took a deep breath, pleased with his first verse, his open mouth revealing a set of blunt buck teeth. He was about to launch into the second, when a cruel, gravelly voice interrupted him.

"Oh, goodness me. You call this opera?" It was Jasper, it could only be Jasper, but...he sounded wrong. It was hard to see him past the spotlight. "I've heard elementary school choirs that sang better than this!"

Spencer felt the anger rising up in him. What was this guy's deal? To be so rude, for no reason, especially to someone like him...

"Do you know exactly who you're talking to?" he said, trying to resist singing it out.

"A hack?" came the response from the darkness of the auditorium.

"Get some lights on this man!" Spencer yelled, and at his will, a set of lights swivelled towards the audience and turned on, pointed at where Jasper was sitting.

Jasper recoiled from the light, but it was clearly a changed Jasper. He too, had bloated in size tremendously, much fatter and larger than he had ever been before. Gone was the blue hoodie and jeans - now what adorned him was a brown tuxedo, with a bow tie tightly tied around his fattened neck. His skin was now a light purple, his hands fat and stubby. His hair was still long, but it was beginning to brighten, into a fiery orange.

He raised a hand to protect himself from the light. His wide mouth opened slightly, revealing two rows of yellowed, cavity filled teeth - too many sweets, nowhere near enough brushing. "Listen, pal," he growled out. "I don't know who you think you are, but you should definitely know me, well enough."

"Can't say I've ever heard of a tub of lard like yourself." Spencer retorted.

"Tub of lard!! Take a look at a mirror, buddy!" Jasper fired back. Spencer was thrown off by his comment. What was he talking about...he looked down, and finally noticed his own, bloated body.

"Where did...that..." Spencer murmured, his head getting fuzzy. He was sure he hadn't been this fat earlier...had he...? He looked down at his hands...fur was all over them, they were getting so fuzzy he couldn't see the definition between his fingers any more. He turned them over to see a paw pad on the palm of his hand - his hands had blurred together - it looked like he was wearing mitts, but they were definitely his hands. He could feel them. They were his hands.

"See, the difference is," Jasper began, "Unlike you, I'm good at being fat. Look at you! You can barely recognize yourself! Honestly, is this the kind of quality we're supposed to look forward to now? Where's the manager? I have a complaint to file."

The blobby, furry fellow on the stage shook his head, clearing the fuzziness. "Listen, you! I am the Phantom! I'm the master of this stage, and small-minded critics like you have no place in this theater!" As he announced his own name, a set of furry, floppy ears popped out of the top of his head, pushing through the flat, white head of hair that he now owned.

The monstrous purple creature giggled, doubling over a little, before breaking out into a cruel, mocking laughter that reverberated around the auditorium. As he laughed, his belly swelled further, his size overall inflating, becoming bigger than any human, his blazer being pulled to its limit.

"You? YOU!?? YOU'RE the Phantom?!?" He exclaimed incredulously. "Oh, that's the funniest thing I've heard in weeks! You! The Phantom! You should go into comedy, you'd make a killing!" He wiped his eyes.

"And, what, exactly, is so funny about my name?" Phantom replied.

"Oh...oh, you dear, naive, thing. You really don't know me, do you?"

"I think I have made it clear I don't have the time to remember the names of whiny small-time critics such as yourself."

The purple creature extended his arms outwards, displaying his hands theatrically, revelling in the spotlight that had been thrust upon him. "Small-time? My child, nothing could be further from the truth! My name is Jasper Rolls! Esteemed critic, part-time writer of Broadway-worthy plays..." Jasper leant forward, gripping the edge of the balcony with zeal. "...full-time monster, to puny little opera singers like you. My word can make or break you...and with the indignance you've shown to me, I'm heavily favouring break!"

"Well, then, Mr. Rolls." Phantom replied, smirking. "Maybe I can change your opinion."

"Oh," Jasper Rolls replied, with a drawl. "I rrreally doubt that."

"You do? Well, just watch!" And with that, Phantom leapt up, with a surprising amount of athleticism, and flipped back, almost floating across the stage, before landing with a heavy thump on the gramophone. There was a moment of strange noises, and then, Phantom's belly turned transparent, revealing a couple of things - his legs had phased away, leaving him with a ghost-like tail, and the gramophone was stored inside his monstrous belly.

Jasper raised his bushy, fiery orange eyebrows, as his hair curled upwards, into a devils-horns hairstyle. He might have been a bit quick on this one, he thought to himself. He sat back, reaching out to the side, where a box of popcorn that wasn't there before had placed itself, and began to stuff his face, ready for the real show.

His belly dragged down by the gramophone in his ghostly body, Phantom floated towards the centre of the stage. He was going to show this critic a thing or two. This time, the music wasn't just in his head - the sound of a loud organ blared. The lyrics were coming into his head - he'd always been good at improvising on the spot. He sang out, a few test notes, his voice reverberating around the auditorium. The lights turned on by themselves, props began to move onto the stage. This was where it really started.

"I do hope you enjoy this one, Mr. Rolls!" Phantom remarked. "It's been written especially for you."

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The pair were back atop the balcony, taking up several more seats than they had before. It had been easy for Phantom to get back up there, given that he could float around as he pleased. The gramophone still rested in his translucent belly. Whatever had happened in the intervening minutes, the result had been that the two seemed to have warmed to each other amicably.

"Oh, people think of me some sort of parasite, never happy with what I see on the stage." Jasper was saying. "They just don't get it! I appreciate good, quality theater! That's all I want. It just so happens that 99% of what these idiots put out is pure garbage."

"I would have to agree," Phantom replied, resting his hands on his stomach. "But, I hope you don't mind me saying, you are perhaps too quick to judge. I mean, I barely got through my first verse, and you were already chewing me out."

"Oh, well, if you've led my life...snap judgements are easy to make," Jasper said. "I spent the longest, most abominable time trying sort out this troupe of kid actors...ugh, it was torture. They never listened. I only just got out of it, so I was a bit on edge. But..." He held his hands up in admission, then set one around his companion's ghostly shoulder, smiling perhaps the most warmly he had in awhile. "I'm perfectly willing to admit when I'm wrong, my friend."

Phantom returned the gesture, smiling as well. "I will admit my own shortcomings on judging you, as well." The pair looked at each other, feeling a little strange about gaining a friendship, after both of them spending so long alone...but it seemed like one that would last for a good while. Phantom couldn't wait to see where it would lead them.

#writing #transformation #mario + rabbids kingdom battle #phantom #psychonauts #jasper rolls

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