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[witchofthesouls]

It’s sad bitch hour so I hope you’re ready, grab your tissues 🤧😢

I was watching Dumbo with my nieces and nephews and when ‘Baby Mine’ started, it got me thinking of Girl Dad! Megatron and the fact that Megatron is/was a poet.

Two scenarios popped in my head;

One: Megatron comes back from a mission heavily injured and his young daughter/s are distressed at the sight of him and the idea that he almost died, so he lets her/them climb next to him and he holds her/them and hums or recites ‘Baby Mine.’

Two: An ‘Autobots Win AU’ where Megatron is imprisoned and set to stand trial/executed and before any of that, Optimus being the bleeding heart he is even for his old friend/enemy, lets Megatron see his daughter/s one last time. The girl/s are confused and scared and latch onto Megatron and Megatron, possibly already accepting his fate of being executed, comforts them by either humming or reciting ‘Baby Mine’ until their time is up and Optimus or some other Autobots come and take the girl/s away and leaving Megatron alone.

Anon, I say lean into it because I need more heartbreak, especially after rewatching the scene. It hits harder as an adult...

In the first one, their kids' mother died from medical complications. The youngest girl doesn't remember, but the oldest sister does.

The kids only have a vague idea what's going on, but it's the oldest that grasps the full extent as-

Megatron could be heard, either by their thundering voice or their personal communication lines. The fact that he's quiet and no one is allowing them access to the medbay is absolutely chillingly telling.

Rumble and Frenzy, along with Skywarp, are keeping the girls company. The twins are the most battle capable of Soundwave's cassettes, and the Seeker can teleport with the two kids. If Megatron dies on the operating table, the aftermath will get ugly.

Their dad pulls through, but he's in really rough shape.

Que a quiet and private scene between them. The girls are in their human alt-mode to keep weight off him as Megatron hums "Baby Mine."

It's a lullaby their mother used to sing to them during her pregnancy and to help them sleep.

Even drugged to the gills, Megatron blankets them with his EM field, curling around them.

There are rising tensions within the faction, but (for once) Starscream and Soundwave are in an agreement: Keep the kids safe.

Megatron's personal quarters are absolutely a fortress in and of itself, but outside the girls watched by the cassettes or Starscream's trine. Between Thundercracker's heavy weight and willingness to cook a mech in their own fluids with a deadly hug and Skywarp's feral brutality to pitch himself against everyone and anyone, very few will directly make a move against them. Soundwave had built his cassettes upon the principles of stealth, espionage, and sabotage. There is very little that can escape Soundwave’s notice.

Megatron will want the names of the mechs that attempted anything towards his girls when he recovers.

The second scenario is honestly much more dark with all the political intrigue involved, especially if the girls do have a Cybertronian root-mode with a human alt-mode.

Autobot High Command would be deadlocked on how to handle them. The only thing they can agree on is not to send them back to Earth. Vehemently.

The girls are far too high-risk to fully leave alone, especially with major players of Decepticon High Command still out there that will use them as a focal point to rally the remaining faction. Not to mention the many interested parties back on Earth that would love to get their hands on living, breathing amalgamations between Man and Machine, especially with citizenship up in the air...

With exile off the table, the options are quietly executing them, political bonding, or indefinite imprisonment.

I think it would be Optimus that allows them to visit their father as Megatron's last rites. It would twist the knife between old enemies' wounds, especially with Optimus witnessing a tender moment of Megatron with his girls as the defeated Warlord privately comms the Autobot leader as he quietly sings to his terrified children:

:: I have one last request. ::

:: You've made it already. ::

:: Think of it as an extension, Prime. Should you choose to execute them as well, then let them die with me. Let them have that comfort. No matter how paltry it is. ::

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[bumblesimagines]

Vlad and Axsel

Request: Yes or No

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"Thanks again, Ms. Franks!" (Y/N) called over his shoulder, leaving the store. He sipped on his slushie, heading over to his jeep. He heard shouting, turning his head and seeing John B flying over a chain.

"Oh, fuck." (Y/N) jogged over, laughing. "Hey, are you okay?" He asked, trying to hold back his snickers. John B grunted, looking at his side. (Y/N) followed his gaze, seeing the blood.

"Oh, shit. Come on, let's get you fixed up." (Y/N) said, helping him up and taking him to his car. John B made the seat move back.

"Is there a woman and a man who look like No Neck Ed and Rose from that one show?" John B asked.

"You mean 90 day fiancé?" (Y/N) furrowed his brows, looking at the spot they had previously been at.

"Yep. There's Walmart budget Rose and the taller version of No Neck Ed." (Y/N) looked at him, nodding.

"Fucking drive." John B ushered. (Y/N) put his slushie and bag of cheetos down, getting his seatbelt on and driving away.

"What's up with you? Why are you running from the cops?" (Y/N) asked. John B moved the seat back to normal.

"It's, uh, long story." John B replied, reaching for a cheeto. (Y/N) smacked his hand.

"Ask first and say please." (Y/N) huffed. "No manners."

"Can I please have a cheeto?" John B asked. (Y/N) gave a nod. "Yes, you can, John B."

"You know my name?" John B asked, brows raising. He didn't expect it. Then again, he didn't expect Topper's fraternal twin to help him either. (Y/N) nodded.

"Your friend put a gun to my brothers head." He shrugged. John B blinked, watching him. (Y/N) noticed.

"Oh, don't get me wrong, I was scared for his life but he was a douchebag. He needed a nice slice of humble pie." (Y/N) shrugged. "Even though he threw it back up." He shook his head.

"Huh.." John B blinked. He never expected (Y/N) Thornton, the fraternal twin of the entitled Topper Thornton, to help him and not blame his friends for the fiasco from the days prior.

"Make a turn here."

"Sure thing, boss." (Y/N) turned a corner, stopping and watching John B get out of the car, running off and picking something off the ground. John B returned, getting in. (Y/N) drove to Figure Eight, driving to his place.

"Woah, if Topper or your mom see me-"

"Mom is out and Topper is hanging out with Sarah's bitchy brother." (Y/N) said, getting out the car with him and heading inside. (Y/N) led him to an empty room, getting a first aid kit and started to clean his injury. John B hissed, pouting and huffing.

"Big baby." (Y/N) mumbled, grinning. John B met his gaze, taking in his features. (Y/N) was obviously the hotter twin, personality and appearance wise. At least, in John B's mind he was. He and (Y/N) never really spoke, occasionally bumping into each other back when John B worked for Ward. (Y/N) and Sarah were close, practically attached at the hip. John B was surprised when Topper was the one who ended up with Sarah.

"Quick question."

"Hm?"

"Why aren't you and Sarah a thing?" John B asked, eyes raking over (Y/N)'s features. (Y/N) snorted, putting everything away.

"I don't know.. Maybe cause she's dating my brother and I don't like girls?" (Y/N) stared at him. John B blinked, sitting up.

"Y-you like guys? L-Like, you're-"

"Gay." (Y/N) nodded. "Is there a problem with that?"

"N-No! Of course not! I-I'm bisexual." John B quickly cleared up. (Y/N) hummed and nodded.

"Okay.. Need me to drop you off anywhere? A friends house?" (Y/N) tilted his head. John B licked his lips.

"The Wreck." He replied. (Y/N) hummed and nodded, getting up. As they walked down a hallway, John B paused, looking at a painting. (Y/N) noticed and turned, looking at him.

"What's up?" He asked. "Interested in Denmark Tanny?"

"Who?"

"He's the founder of Tannyhill." (Y/N) shrugged, slowly approaching him and looking at the painting.

"How did a slave found a cotton plantation?" John B asked, looking at him. He didn't know why but he just couldn't shake the feeling that the painting was connected to him.

"Cause he was a free man. He showed up out of nowhere and paid for all the land in gold." (Y/N) told him. "There's your history lesson of the day."

"In gold?" John B looked at the painting. He took off his backpack, checking inside and taking out a piece of paper. "Why do I recognise that name?" John B flipped the paper over.

"He.. He was on the Royal Merchant." John B mumbled. (Y/N) furrowed his brows.

"The ship that disappeared and left no survivors?" (Y/N) questioned. John B nodded.

"What else do you know about him?" John B asked. (Y/N) shrugged.

"Sarah mentioned that when she and her family moved in they found a shitload of his stuff and they donated it to the state archives at Chapel Hill." (Y/N) replied, staring at him.

"Change of plans, I need to go to Chapel Hill." John B said, passing by him. (Y/N) blinked, turning and following him.

"Why?" he asked, getting in the jeep with him.

"Can't say. I need to get into the archives. How can I get in?"

"Sarah gave me a trustee pass cause she said she wouldn't be interested in that type of stuff." (Y/N) shrugged, looking at him.

"Can I borrow the pass?" John B asked.

"Like you borrowed the scuba gear from Ward?" (Y/N) tilted his head. John B licked his lips, sighing.

"Sarah got mad at you and ranted to me about it. She didn't snitch on you to Ward.. It was Topper." (Y/N) told him. "Topper's the only snitch in the family."

"Okay, the less you know the better. I need you to trust me." John B said, a bit desperately.

"No can do, macho man. I can, however, go with you to Chapel Hill."

"No-"

"It's settled, baby boy. I'm going with you." (Y/N) grinned, turning the jeep on and driving away. John B ignored the fluttery feeling in his stomach. hey got to the port and got out, (Y/N) grabbing the backpack he had in the backseat. They headed to where the ferry tickets were sold but saw that they were sold out. John B jogged over, asking if they were sold out but was brushed off.

"Goddamn it." John B mumbled. (Y/N) turned his head, looking at a tugboat. John B grabbed his hand, pulling him along.

"Ever been in a tugboat?" John B asked. (Y/N) furrowed his brows.

"No?"

"Okay, we're gonna talk our way onto this barge. I got this. These are my people." John B said. (Y/N) hummed, nodding.

"Alright, boss." (Y/N) watched him walk away. He watched them talk from a distance, giving an amused grin when John B was shot down. John B returned.

"Your people, huh? They must really love you." (Y/N) chuckled. John B rolled his eyes.

"Got anything better?"

"Of course, baby boy. I'm the brains and Topper is... Topper." (Y/N) scanned the barge and hummed, grabbing his wrist and tugging him along. He grabbed some raincoats, picking up an empty tank and nodding to John B. John B went along with it, following him past the guy he had been talking to. They put the tanks down, heading down some steps and into the engine room. John B pulled him towards another room, closing the door. The boat started moving. They took a seat, feeling the room start to heat up. They took the coats and backpacks off, sitting down.

"Shit." (Y/N) mumbled, fancing himself. John B chuckled. (Y/N) took off his shirt, hoping it would help with the heat. John B eyed him before doing the same.

"Well.. Wanna play a game? 20 questions?" (Y/N) asked. John B shrugged.

"You go first." (Y/N) wiped some sweat off his forehead.

"Why did you kill Dimitri?" John B asked in an accent. (Y/N) grinned, looking at him.

"He knew too much." He replied in a Russian accent. "He was a, eh, liability." (Y/N) shrugged.

"Yes, you know, we all know too much, eventually." John B grinned. (Y/N) chuckled.

"Alright.. What are you looking for? Like, why the archives?" (Y/N) looked at him. John B looked away.

"Those are two questions." He mumbled. (Y/N) rolled his eyes.

"But.. I can't tell you."

"Why?"

"Safety reason." John B glanced at him. "I don't want you to get hurt."

"Does it have to do with your dad?" (Y/N) asked. John B stayed silent. (Y/N) frowned.

"I'm sorry that.. He just disappeared. I can't even imagine how I would feel. You know.. I'm always around if you want to rant or sit in silence. We aren't the best of friends but I can promise you, I won't go around spilling secrets." (Y/N) said. John B looked at him, sighing softly.

"Thank you.. I'll.. I'll keep it in mind." He nodded.

"And.. I'm sorry about Topper too. He's.. He's obsessed with having the perfect girlfriend and saw you as a threat. He's not a bad person. Yes, he makes stupid mistakes but.. He cares about his friends and family. He was different before he became friends with Rafe. Rafe is just such a bad fucking influence. Topper knew I was gay before my parents knew. He helped me keep it a secret until I couldn't hold it in anymore. He was devastated cause he thought I would get kicked out and he would be alone but.. I was accepted.. I guess. They just kind of ignore me until they can't." (Y/N) shrugged, looking at him. John B hummed.

"My dad knew before I did." John B smiled. "He said I stared at a lot of his shirtless friends."

"I did that too. I used to have a crush on JJ, actually." (Y/N) chuckled softly. "I don't anymore." He assured. John B ignored the jealously that spiked through him.

"Don't worry. You weren't the only one." John B sat up. He looked at (Y/N).

"I think my dad is alive.. Or at least.. Calling out to me through this weird way. Kind of like whales. You know how they communicate through these soundwaves, right? It's like that." John B told him. (Y/N) hummed.

"I.. I cannot let feelings interfere with the mission." John B said, using the accent again.

"Very true, comrade." (Y/N) nodded. John B sighed, laying back and closing his eyes. (Y/N) turned his head, looking at him. He had always found John B attractive. From his hair to his freckles to his loyalty. (Y/N) licked his lips, looking away. He never thought badly about The Pogues. Kooks were usually the ones who started the fights. (Y/N) sighed softly, laying back as well and waiting. The boat eventually started slowing down so (Y/N) nudged John B. The two put their shirts and coats back on as the boat stopped. They put their backpacks on.

"On a count of three. One... Two... Three!" John B grabbed (Y/N)'s hand, opening the door. The two made a run for it, running from a man yelling in chinese. They dodged people, laughing all the way. They slowed down and began walking, giggling.

"Jesus.. We look like shit." (Y/N) said, panting. "We're gonna have to shop for clothes." he said.

"Why?"

"They won't let us in if we look like swamp monsters." (Y/N) replied. John B hummed. They headed into the city, taking off the coats and letting the breezes and light rain refresh them.

"This place looks fancy." (Y/N) mumbled, pulling John B toward it.

"Absolutely not-"

"Absolutely yes." (Y/N) grinned, stepping inside.

"This is like an organ with the wrong blood type. It doesn't work." John B said. (Y/N) rolled his eyes.

"Relax, baby boy. I'm here to help you find your style." (Y/N) chuckled. He looked over some stuff until a man approached them.

"May I help you?"

"Yes, you may, Mr..?" (Y/N) flashed a charming smile.

"Mr. Ike." He gave a nod.

"(Y/N). My... My boyfriend, Jonathan, needs all the help he can get." (Y/N) said. Mr. Ike looked John B up and down.

"I can see that." Mr. Ike mumbled. (Y/N) chuckled. They were led to the changing room where Mr. Ike got some things for John B. John B stepped into the changing room. (Y/N) sat down after grabbing some sunglasses and putting them on, glancing around until the door opened.

"Wow, middle school dance who?" (Y/N) chuckled, looking over the tucked in button up shirt with red bowtie.

"I look like I got kicked out of the barbershop quartet." John B said, looking at him.

"How about a seersucker, Mr. Ike?" (Y/N) looked at Mr. Ike.

"What the hell is that?"

"Excellent choice." Mr. Ike nodded.

"And maybe a pink button-down, some bucks?" (Y/N) grinned.

"You're speaking gibberish. What the hell is a buck?" John B asked.

"I'll get a pair." Mr. Ike nodded, walking away. John B looked at (Y/N).

"I'm your daddy for the day." (Y/N) chuckled. John B rolled his eyes, entering the changing room. Mr. Ike returned with the clothes, giving them to John B. He excused himself to help other costumers. (Y/N) noticed that John B was staying a while and stood, knocking.

"Did you go to Narnia or something?" (Y/N) asked, opening the door and seeing John B in only his underwear. John B pulled the pants up and huffed as (Y/N) laughed.

"Were you seriously checking yourself out, John B. Routledge? Never took you as the type." (Y/N) leaned against the doorway.

"Don't blame you. I'd check myself out if I were you too." (Y/N) said, stepping back and closing the door. John B blinked, looking at himself in the mirror. (Y/N) had basically called him hot. John B got dressed and stepped out.

"Zipper." (Y/N) called. John B looked down and pulled his zipper up. (Y/N) hummed and nodded.

"You look.. Decent." (Y/N) stood and approached him. "As decent as a clown can get." (Y/N) grinned.

"Ooh, ouch. Nice one." John B chuckled. Mr. Ike returned and John B told him what he would like to see. (Y/N) got dressed and stepped out. John B snorted, looking at the black pants, suspenders, gray shirt, bowtie, and fedora.

"So, who's your daddy now?"

"A man of culture, I see." (Y/N) hummed. John B shrugged.

"I knew a kid who dressed like this every day during middle school." (Y/N) said, looking at himself in the mirror.

"I'm pretty sure we all did." John B chuckled. (Y/N) went back into the changing room, changing into a couple outfits until he chose one he liked. He stepped out, smiling. He wore a dark blue shirt that had about three or four buttons undone. The shirt was tucked into black pants. John B swallowed, looking him over.

"Uhm.. Y-You look great." John B said. (Y/N) hummed.

"Since we're on a secret mission.. We should assume another identity." (Y/N) said, crossing his arms.

"We need aliases. What are you thinkin'?" John B asked. (Y/N) tapped his chin, pretending to think.

"Vlad.. From... Vienna." (Y/N) said, shrugging.

"What about me?" (Y/N) tilted his head. John B mimicked his previous position.

"Axsel from Berlin." John B replied. (Y/N) raised his brows.

"Axsel fra Berlin?" (Y/N) grinned. John B nodded.

"Ja." He stuck his hands in his pockets. "Du snakker norsk?"

"Ja. Hvor mye vet du?" (Y/N) tilted his head. John B licked his lips.

"That's all I know." John B chuckled. (Y/N) smiled, patting his chest.

"You're better good." (Y/N) turned, picking up his backpack and leaving. John B followed him. (Y/N) paid for their clothes, walking out of the store and heading down the sidewalk.

"Come on, they aren't open all night." (Y/N) said. John B hummed, walking beside him.

"So, are Vlad and Axsel dating?" John B asked. (Y/N) cocked a brow, glancing at him.

"Feelings can't interfere with the mission." (Y/N) reminded him. John B nodded, looking forward. The sky began to darken, turning to night. They got an uber, not wanting to walk all the way there. (Y/N) paid and they got out.

"The library is on the other side of the student center. Ever been here?" (Y/N) looked at him. John B shook his head.

"Uh, no. Never been to a college." He replied.

"Hm, you didn't fulfill your training, huh? Liking it so far?" (Y/N) asked. John B nodded.

"Well, my parents went here and so did their parents and their parents as well." (Y/N) told him. "Sarah's dad came here too."

"Damn."

"Yeah.. My mom would kill me and Topper if we didn't go here." (Y/N) sighed.

"And you?"

"I've never really thought about going to college." John B replied as (Y/N) took out his ringing phone. 'Topper' was the contact.

"Uh-oh." (Y/N) showed him the contact, grinning.

"What would he think if he knew you were here with me?" John B grinned as (Y/N) chuckled.

"I'd have a public execution. My crime? Treason." (Y/N) replied. John B gasped softly.

"For being a Pogue sympathizer?"

"Mhm."

"Oh, oh my goodness." John B made the phone motion with his hand. (Y/N) did the same.

"You've gotta be careful fraternizing with the enemy, Axsel." John B said.

"Wait a minute. Did he kidnap you? Or drug you?" John B asked. (Y/N) let a smile slip.

"Nei, I came on my own recognizance." (Y/N) giggled.

"Oh. Do we know this enemy?"

"Ja. You snitched on him to the Big Boss."

"Oh, no, no. It's not that dirty Pogue, is it?"

"He is not what you think." (Y/N) shook his head lightly.

"Goodness gracious, he's working some good psyops on you, Ax." John B scratched his forehead. "He's a smooth operator."

"He really isn't." (Y/N) laughed as John B pretended to hang up the phone.

"He's really clumsy, randomly does finger guns.. And.. He seems to be too shy to make a move." (Y/N) smiled. John B lightly flushed, teeth catching his bottom lip.

"Come on." (Y/N) smiled. "Better be careful, Axsel. Once a Pogue, always a Pogue." They entered Chapel Hill, going up some steps.

"20 questions-"

"Again?"

"-Why are we here?" (Y/N) looked at him.

"The price of the ticket is intel. Tell me." (Y/N) stopped and faced him. John B sighed.

"Alright.. On pain of death?"

"Mhm."

"I'm on a treasure hunt." John B told him. (Y/N) blinked, staring at him.

"Like.. X marks the spot?" (Y/N) asked.

"More or less. I have reason to believe that Denmark Tanny was the sole survivor of the Royal Merchant wreck." John B said. (Y/N) blinked, brows furrowing.

"Which is why he had all that gold? Cause he ran, or probably swam, away with it?" John B nodded. (Y/N)'s lips parted.

"So.. The 'map' to that treasure is one of his belongings." (Y/N) mumbled. John B nodded.

"I'll go talk to the librarian." (Y/N) walked away. John B let out a sigh of relief, glad (Y/N) believed him. The librarian led them to another room, showing them up the stairs and getting all of the belongings.

"Ready?" (Y/N) asked, looking at him.

"Ready." John B smiled. They put on gloves and started looking through everything, trying to find clues or hints.

"He bought slaves and freed them. He was accused of inciting revolt.. This was before the Civil War." (Y/N) told him, looking away from the news article he had been reading.

"It's why they hanged him." John B picked up a Bible, opening it and reading the names and birthdays.

"His three sons." (Y/N) mumbled. John B picked up another paper.

"A picture of gold." (Y/N) hummed.

"British gold.. The type that was on the Merchant." John B glanced at (Y/N), smiling. They continued to look.

"This is his last correspondence." (Y/N) said, showing him the letter.

"That's.. That's in Gullah, the lost Creole language." John B pointed out. (Y/N) glanced at him.

"Know anyone that can read it?" (Y/N) asked. John B nodded, taking a picture. (Y/N) looked it over.

"He wrote this to Robert, his son, on the day he died.. In a language only they could understand." (Y/N) leaned back in his seat.

"That has to mean something." John B mumbled. (Y/N) nodded.

"I have fifteen missed calls from Topper.. Three from mom." (Y/N) told him, chuckling softly. "Good thing we completed the mission. Make my funeral lit, will ya?"

"Yeah, of course. Drinks for everybody." They shared a laugh. John B cleared his throat.

"Speaking of the mission.. You're way better than I expected." John B said, a bit shyly. (Y/N) smiled.

"You're not what I expected either." (Y/N) chuckled. John B faked being shocked.

"Totally ADD. I thought you were this surfer bro who liked to party, smoke weed, and fight."

"You just described JJ."

"Yeah, I realized it as I said it." (Y/N) chuckled, smiling.

"But.. You're actually super funny, bit of a weirdo... Pretty charming." (Y/N) looked at him. John B licked his lips, giving a small nod.

"So.. When we get back.. What's it gonna be like?" John B asked, anxiously waiting for an answer. (Y/N) licked his lips.

"Uhm.. Like always?" (Y/N) said, shrugging as John B nodded.

"I'll go back to being Topper's gay twin brother who breaks up fights and has no friends other than Sarah Cameron." (Y/N) shrugged. "I had loads of fun." (Y/N) assured, patting his thigh. John B offered a small smile.

"I did too." He looked forward. It started to rain as the ferry got back. They got off, walking in the rain.

"Guess we'll have to say goodbye to Vlad and Axsel. So, if we see each other on the street-"

"Yes, of course. I am a true professional." John B grinned, using the accent again. (Y/N) smiled and nodded.

"Been a pleasure working with you, comrade." (Y/N) stuck his hand out. John B took it, slowly shaking it. John B didn't let go when (Y/N) went to pull his hand back.

"I have something to confess." John B said.

"You didn't kill someone, did you?" (Y/N) asked. John B snorted and shook his head.

"I.. I've been in love with you since the day I started working for Ward. You were always kind to me, even when Topper got annoyed at you for it. You never insulted me or any Pogue. You were considerate and always greeted us with only kind words. I love that you don't care about rich or poor and you just see people for who they are. If you don't want anything to do with me from now on, I'll be fine with it. I had the greatest day of my life and I spent it with my longtime crush. I-" John B was cut off by (Y/N) leaning forward and kissing him, arms wrapping around him. John B stumbled back a bit but kissed him back, tension and anxiety leaving his body. (Y/N) gently cupped his face.

"I want this too.."

#x reader #x you #x y/n #x male reader #x male!reader #outer banks x reader #outer banks x male reader #outer banks x you #outer banks x y/n #john b x reader #john b #john b x male reader #john b x you #john b x y/n

[darkbearobservation]

May I request TFP Autobots and Hellboy (Movies) Crossover imagines? Can you especially emphasize on their first meeting and what they think of each other? Preferably post canon in TFP. Thank you bunches!

Ohh yeah! It came out very long, but I just loved the idea! I really enjoyed writing this.

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----- "Ratchet, you called me, what happened?" Optimus asked, approaching his old friend. "I recently detected Decepticon activity." He replied, not bothering to turn his helmet towards Optimus. "Where specifically." "On Mont Maudit, specifically on a mountain in the Alps, on the border line between France and Italy." He typed in his digits, showing the location. "They must have found energon there." Optimus fell silent. Then he looked at the screen. "Is the group of Decepticons large?" "No Optimus, it's small." “Okay, so Ratchet, Arcee, Smokescreen and I are going to investigate, get the bridge ready.” He spoke and walked away. “Whatever you say, Optimus.” --- “On the Mont Maudit? And what had we forgotten there?” Hellboy asked, settling into the plane's seat. "The reports said that the villagers in this area complained about balls of lights stalking their homes, beings that come out of the water and then disappear, little men who leave their crops and livestock a disaster." Abe sat down facing Hellboy, putting his report folder and some papers on top of it. "Mont Maudit is popular for legends of witches, gnomes, ghosts, demons, saints, and monsters in general." “I think I have read or heard a legend from this area that, thanks to someone, the beings were trapped in the snow and since then they cannot leave. So they became more aggressive in recent decades." Liz approached in the seats, standing on tiptoe and putting her luggage in a closet. She then joined Hellboy and Abe, sitting next to Red. “Wow, this will be fun.” Sarcastically he murmured, lighting his cigarette. --- "Oh my God! May I accompany you?!” “Miko, no.” Arcee stepped aside, approaching Ratchet. "But whyyyyy????" She whimpered annoyed. "You bring a lot of problems." Ratchet snapped with venom. "Me? Bring problems? What's going, I don't even do it!” She raised her lower lip, offended. No one answered Miko's answer, nor did they flinch at looking at her! She felt sunken and sad... Until she saw Smokescreen. A sly smile appeared on her face. “Hey! You!" She murmured, waving her hand at him to come closer. Smokescreen looked to his sides, and put his digit on his chassis, making a movement on his nonexistent lips, saying "Me?" “Yes you Smokescreen! Come here." She waved her hand more. Smokescreen approached the Asian girl, Miko waved her hand more so that he leaned, he did. "Hey Smokescreen, Optimus and Arcee are going to make a patrol in the area that I want to visit, but they won't let me!" She got dramatic, closing her eyes, wrinkling her face, and placed the palm of her hand on her chest, concealing pain. “My parents had promised to take me there before, but their jobs broke our plans! Please Smokescreen, please! It's my dream!" Her eyes filled with tears. Smokescreen pulled away with shook, not knowing what to do. "What should I do?" The young autobot asked himself. "It is her desire for him after all, nothing will happen if I take her on this patrol, right?" He questioned himself. Seeing the poor blushing little face of her crying with puffy eyes, he had no choice to accept. Miko was glad in the outside, smiling, but internally she had fireworks of joy. It always works playing with feelings, right?

--- "It's good here." "The temperature is -18ºC, damn you red demon." Trembling, an old local man, surrounded by the old man, complained, leading them to a cave, where supposedly balls of light had been reported entering and leaving, that is, witches. "It's supposed to be here." Abe grabbed closer to his leather jacket. "Is there anything else that has been reported in this cave?" “I heard from some mischievous children talking about alien robots, who go in and out of this cave. But surely it is their imagination, since lately the children had become obsessed with a series of television on animated science fiction, I had seen several series, only technology is present there. » "Anything else?" "No." “Okay then, we will camp outside the cave. We will wait until night to hunt down the monsters.” --- “Arcee, you will check the western part of the mountain, Smokescreen, the eastern part. I will review the South and the North. If you detect the cave, warn on the communication radio.” "Got it Optimus." Arcee spoke. "Perfect then, see ya." Smokescreen walked away from his group. After he had walked enough, he opened his chassis. From it came Miko, panting. “I was suffocating from the unbearable smell ! When was the last time you had a bath?!” "I don't remember having bathed..." "You are disgusting!" "Do you want me to remove you from my chassis and carry you in my hand?" Miko began to tremble from the cold air. She lowered her gaze and breathed out. "Perfect then." Smokescreen laughed. They walked only ten minutes until Miko spoke in an annoyed tone of voice. "I am dying of cold." She curled up and tensed from the cold, trying to keep her body warm. Smokescreen quickened its pace. Before long they found a cave. “It must be this cave.” “Let's get in then! Or I will die of hypothermia” --- “Look, there are the skulls of some infants.” He touched a small skull with his boot to verify his statement. "Horrible." Liz wrinkled her face. "I forgot to mention that some babies had disappeared in the past two weeks." "Were they baptized?" Abe asked. "We don't have churches in our town, and if we want to baptize the newborn, we must come down from the mountains, something uncomfortable and difficult for us, that's why we just don't do it." "Are you atheists?" Hellboy hit the skull aside. "I would say that most do, but there are some who are Gnostics, nothing more." The older man shrugged. “Red, Liz, we'll have to climb to get to the witches' nest.” Abe pointed his fine finger at a cave that was almost on the ceiling.

--- "It's still cold in the cave." Miko trembled, holding her arms and rubbing them, trying to increase the heat. "Do you want to stay in my stinking chassis?" His smile widened from "ear to ear". The teenager frowned and put her lips in a fine line. Smokescreen just laughed softly. They advanced, until they heard a scream. They stopped. "Surely it is the wind." Miko argued. "Wind?" "Yes, I heard from Raf saying that in the caves, as there are many holes there or something that the wind upon entering produced sound-" Without finishing her sentence they heard another scream. Then another, another, and another. The screams were agony, some were higher than the others. Without a doubt, Miko's theory was momentarily rejected by the two friends, and they cautiously made their way to the source where the screaming was. Miko noticed that the temperature in the cave started to rise, surprisingly. As they turned a corner to the right, they noticed two "hallways". They stood between them and tried to identify which of these "hallways" the screams came from. "Left." Smokescreen claimed. "Left." The Asian girl agreed with her friend and nodded. The two entered the left "hallways". The screaming stopped, but they were more certain that they were reaching their destination, they trusted this. “Damn witches, they started to breed like rabbits!” A deep voice screamed in displeasure. "Stinky." A female voice spoke, but in a disgusted tone of voice. “Witches?” Miko questioned herself mentally. But her curiosity forced her to run towards the voices, which made Smokescreen gasp in surprise when she realized that she was very close to the entrance of a smaller cave than the previous ones. Smokescreen's ultimate terror was when she turned abruptly toward the cave entrance. He had to risk and run, making noise and tremors on the floor. What if it was Soundwave? Turning, he found this image: there were corpses all over the small cave, the blood was scattered on the ground, some "witches" that he thought they were, had some extermination ripped out, but they were few. But most of it was that their heads were exploded, as if a bomb had been put in their mouths. He encountered two humans, a man with wrinkles on her face and a woman with short hair. They had also... What were they honestly? A red human with severed horns and a blue humanoid? Were they other rare human races? The human with the wrinkled face dropped his weapon and fell to the ground, and the red man opened his mouth and dropped the cigarette he smoked. “Holly molly...” Red muttered. "Oh dear..." Abe muttered. "Oh God..." Liz murmured in unison with the old man. They were all in awkward silence. Miko gasped and her eyes lit up. "Did you guys do it?!?!? This is amaizing!!!!” Everyone was left with confused faces upon hearing the teenage girl's words. --- "Miko, you will never go out on a patrol with us, never." Angry Arcee spoke. "And I don't regret doing it." She sat on the sofa in a huge fur jacket and snuggled into it, pulling out her mobile phone and staring obsessively look at it. “Raf, look.” She approached the boy with glasses to show his photo in his eyes. "We had encountered with nonhumans." Raf adjusted his glasses and narrowed his eyes. "Were you in a city?" "No! We had found them in the cave! They killed witches! Look!" Show other photos. One of them showed Hellboy holding the head of a witch kissing her passionately. Raf wrinkled his nose. “Don't make up stories to get attention, Miko.” Jack spoke from his computer, finishing his homework. "Do not criticize! You haven't even seen the photos!” “Can I look, Miko?” The leader of the autobots approached the sofa. "Of course!" She got up from the sofa, dragging the fur jacket in her path. The photos looked friendly, first were some selfies of her and people outside of him, then came some funny photos of them doing silly things with the corpses, such as Hellboy dancing tango with one. “Also I asked for their phone numbers and they were so nice to give them to me. I also gave them mine so we can stay in contact.” Miko boasted. "YOU GAVE THEM WHAT?!?!" Ratchet yelled.

#Hellboy #Abe Sapien #Liz Sherman #Miko #Raf #Jack #Ratchet #Arcee #Smokescreen #Optimus Prime #Transformers #Transformers Prime #TFP #dark bear writes

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Depth Strider

Summary: the team fortress mercs gain the attention of an unlikely diety

Pt2:

Chapter 1:

Depht strider

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Was she really going to do it?

She sits there on her motorcycle, as the sun sets, looking at the water that rocked softly against the cliff.

Was she really going to intervene?

She tugs at the hem of the fluffy jackets neck, she was running out of time to make a decision.

Of course she was going to.

She takes off the jacket and stretches taking a run to the water, diving head first with her clothes all draped in water.

The bubbles from her breath Rise up to the waters surface.

The tides come to life as a roar expands in the water like a soundwave.

Her pupils contracts, Forming a reptile like appereance with her emerald eyes, shining softly unbothered by the water.

Her soft thin hands are now deep dark red coloured scaly claws.

Her legs seem of an animal as she strides through the water feeling her wings impulsing her through the dephts of australians ocean.

Oh no, the submarine is already there.

She headbutts it making a dent in the carcass.

Her nose,that became smaller,Like a snout, sniffs something.

Blood.

--Oh fuck!--her voice is distorted, thanks to the water.

She swims under the submarine trying to find a way to claw her way in.

Its a miracle that she hasnt been detected yet.

Her claws dig into the metal exterior holding for dear life as the big submarine impulses through the Ocean.

She can barely hear whats going on.

She needs to find a way in.

Jerico sighs ,when was the last time she attempted this?.

A small jellyfish seems to casually swim towards her, and sticks close to her.

And then the submarine trembles as a huge wave cracked, then the weather Turned badly.

A storm fell on the sea without mercy.

A friendly orca casually helps jerico to jump to an Open hatch.

And as soon as she gets in a mist of evaporated water envolves the room shes in, drying her.

The place is still rocky, her aunt and sister knew how to put up a show.

Everybody in there was freaking out,a perfect moment for her to sneak in the ventilation system.

She needs to Freed them first.

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Hot summer wind hit teufort hard.

That same day,the team of mercenaries disbanded, as their employers died misteriously.

They all went their separate ways, apparently.

Before that however everyone decided to have one last beer togheter

Yes, even spy.

They were being loud, acting as if they all cared for eachother,they did, just they didnt show it to the others.

There,in the corner of a bar, a woman,Drank from her beer while looking at the men in the bar, one of them failed once again to flirt with the female barista.

Jerico felt bad for that guy.

So, she stood up, and Walked over the barista.

Okay jerico, you dads dorky charm needs to work on this Lady.

She cracks her knuckles,leaning over the bar.

The same female barista approaches her.

Jerico returns the smile--Hey,I was just sitting over there--she points with her gaze back at the corner she was sitting-- and couldnt help but just, look at you, I really like how you styled your hair today!

The baristas cheeks turn bright Pink,sttutering over her words-- o oh th thank you!you you also look very cute today!

Jeri giggles, well, im sure youve got more work to do, but how about you give this guy a chance,or if you dont want to, maybe give a chance to me ~

And what do you know?, the barista took some minutes off to talk to the guy sitting with the other men.

--Not only that girl Is a miracle worker but a saint-- a french Man said.

The guy looks at him, and scowls--Go to hell spy...

Jer looks at the men interact from afar,toying with the piece of paper the barista gave her with her number on it.

The old von terra charm never gets old!.

Its now around five pm, and she hears curses from outside the bar as she exists

That same Group of men seem to have some troubles with their car.

--Need help folks?--She asks, hands holding her motorcycle helmet.

--Im sorry --That same guy she acted as a wingman back at the bar said-- I dont see how a Lady like you can know about cars.

'Spy' slaps his arm--scout,thats no way to talk to a Lady

'Lady my ass' she thinks.

--But we'd appreciate the help--the french Man says.

Jerico smiles,that radiant smile of hers is enough to make some of them flustered--Great lemme see--She shoves her helmet to Scouts hands--hold this for me sweet-talker.

She goes under the car, and makes a tiny exclamation sound, then they hear a tiny clicking sound.

--Okay try it now

Spy gears up the car,it sounds as beautiful as it did before

--Mon dieu-- he says under his breath

By that time jer was already standing besides him--Merci mon chéri --the Man kisses the back of her hand while holding it.

Yet he sees nothing but a sweet kind smile, and somehow no blush.

--No need to thank me

She then moves on to the other Mans van.

--mundy is a bit stingy with his van, treat her like a baby -- a Man with a Texas accent said as he opened the vans hood.

--I Will, my dad was a mechanic, so I know what cars can mean to people, altough im alright if he wants to guide me through it, I mean it seems like its very personal so,I dont want to screw thing up

Jerico was indeed a miracle worker because for once Mundy, aka,sniper talked to another human being without sounding awkward

Scout just mouthes 'what the fuck' as the rest of the mercenaries watch their awkward teammate becoming a chatterbox with the misterious Lady helping them.

After ten minutes its all done, and they are good to go

--oi, thanks Sheila--mundy says, scratching the back of his neck.

--Dont mention it--jeri smiles.

--i dont want to sound weird but,whats your name?

--Jerico, jerico von terra

--Thanks jerico--the Man blushes, thank the god that his texan friend decided to help him.

--Come on we gon be late!

--Im coming Dell im coming!

And so the aussie Man, walks to the van and they drive off.

Jer puts on her helmet and drives just behind them,without them noticing.

They peeked her interest.

And what a rowdy bunch they were.

And so for the past months she has been following the other in each corner they went.

Scout,never shuts up.

Spy is a bit too classy.

The texan Man, Dell is very Smart and sweet.

Sniper, seemed awkward, and he was, but while he was on a supply shopping spree she saw the tiniest hint of his good heart.

But then there was this other Man, a cheeky German doctor, who liked to play god.

She remembers when was the first time they actually spoke.

He was still in América, going to a café by himself one day.

She decided to follow him, asking herself if he found it,would he find her creepy?

But as she was, the goddess of willpower, had low tolerance for people who berrated someone or made fun of other people.

She didnt like bullies at all.

The german Man had odd manners and behaviour , jerico wasnt weirded out, after what her family has got going on nothing surprises her.

That day at the café however , her temperamento got the best of her.

A Man taller than the german doctor,who his teammates reffered to him as 'Medic' , pushed Him--You should look where youre stepping, freak

Medic could fend off for himself, but jerico was faster than him.

--How about you say sorry for bumping into him?

Jeri came behind medic with her arms crossed.

--What is he?your boyfriend?--the Bully asked

She chuckles and looks at the german Man with a Sly smile--Hes very handsome, he could be my boyfriend, but you,poor you Will die alone with that assholness of yours

The Man didnt seem to take that too Kindly,he tried to slap her but her hand catched her wrist.

--i May be using a skirt but trust me boy I can kick your ass in more ways than you can imagine,lets make this easy shall we?

Yet the Man didnt want to make nice, he tried to hit her, to break free.

--Ill take that as a no

Medic was too amused so he sat back with a huge grin on his face.

And low and behold jerico did kick the bullies ass.

She twisted his wrist,the german doctor swore he could hear cracking as she did so, quickly positioning behind the Man and hitting behind his knees making him fall, jer still had a strong grip around his wrist,her foot stomped on his back , keeping him down.

--Leave.

Her voice is strong and firm,she lets go and the Man runs away, tripping in the main road.

Medic laughs trying to seem somewhat sane.

--May I repay you zhe favour my dear?

And so they stayed over, sitting in a quiet corner and chatting.

He was very charming,And actually got some giggles out of her.

But of course not everything can be fun and happy.

#part 2 of the chapter coming right up!!!!! #f/o community #f/o #romantic f/o #f/o x s/i #self shipping #my f/os #self ship #self insert #f/os #f/o tag #f/o fic #sniper #sniper/mundy #medic/lugwig #medic #engie #spy #🖤🐉someone has to keep an eye on y'all lot🐉🖤 #🖤shot trough the heart🖤

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Highland Destiny Chapter 21 ~Faith and Hope~

"Jaaaa-mie, breakfast is ready!"

Jamie smelt burned food as he came out of the shower and walked into the adjoining bedroom. Wrapping a towel around his waist, he sat on the slipper chair to check his phone.  Burnt waffles!   He smiled. This was Claire's third attempt in the week in making waffles after revealing that he loved them.

"Jamie, is there really a need for Angus to drive me to the doctor's today? Surely, I can go by myself. My car hardly gets used, and really, it needs a run." Claire ambled into the bedroom with a mug of black coffee, wearing a short silk floral blue robe loosely tied around her waist, her stomach protruding at the opening.

Jamie sighed, looking up to his wife. "Sassenach, we've been through this before. I can't have ye walking around on yer own in town while I'm away in Paris. I can't take any chances with all the headcases crawling out of the woodwork."

The news of Jamie's marriage had spread like wildfire when they returned to Inverness three and a half months ago. He hadn't liked the intrusion on Claire's privacy as the press found out the identity of his wife. There were several candid pictures taken of her in town and unscrupulously published in a tabloid newspaper. The last straw was when Jamie's representatives had intercepted hate mails and messages on his public social media accounts. Although most were petty and seemingly harmless, one message was traced to Laoghaire MacKenzie's brother with death threats. The threats came after it was revealed that the MacKenzie/Christie case may be taken to the Scottish High courts.

Fearing for his wife's safety, more than his own, Jamie had ensconced themselves in his penthouse apartment with the round the clock security surveillance. He loathed leaving the cottage since it was the first place Jamie had felt at home since leaving Lallybroch, and for the most part, Claire loved it there. Jamie was aware it would have been a matter of time before the media discovered their hideaway, and he was mindful that Tom Christie knew the address of the cottage.

Claire stood in front of him with an exaggerated pout as she handed him the coffee. Jamie knew his wife was restless after being relieved from work after a photographer had nearly hampered an emergency case Claire was working on; moreover, there was the doctor's warning about stress because of her high blood pressure.

Jamie took the coffee off Claire's hand and placed it on the table. He undid her robe to kiss her belly before pulling her down onto his lap, her legs straddling him. "Now Sassenach, ye promise me ye'll not try to lose Angus this time. The poor man was almost out of his wits with worry the last time ye tried to abscond. I know ye don't like the security and the fuss, but we have the baby to think about now, aye? And I'm so sorry I cannae be with ye for the doctor's appointment." He leaned forward for a kiss, his large hands firm on her hips. "Mmm, ye taste of hazelnut chocolate spread."

"I promise." Claire sighed as her arms snaked around his neck. "Besides, I have a project that I'm working on, and I'll need Angus' brawn with the shopping, so I need to stay on his good side. Shall I message you later when I find out the gender of the baby?"

"Ye can call me anytime, Sassenach, but no... I want the gender of our baby to be a surprise. But keep me updated what the doctor says about yer health." Jamie's first and foremost concern was Claire's well being as he tried to push away thoughts of how his mother had died, giving birth to a stillborn child. He didn't want to leave her, but he needed to sort out some paperwork in Paris concerning Château Cheval Blanc.

"Alright then, if you want it to be a surprise, the baby's room is off-limits to you. I plan to decorate it while you're away, and Geillis and Gail promised to come around to help with some ideas."

"Mmmm...off-limits. Got it. Now let see what delectables you have for my breakfast," Jamie breathed nuzzling her neck as he slipped off Claire's robe down her arms. 

"Jamie! We just did it this morning, and you have a plane to catch!" But his warm breath against her skin was already sending tingling sensation down her spine.

Jamie ignored her remark. "Christ Sassenach, yer tits are so massive, and yer arse is so plump and round." He nibbled her earlobe delicately, one hand cupping the weight of her breast and another squeezing her arse, as he pulled her closer to his hard arousal. "Feel that Sassenach, that's what ye do to me when ye walk around half-naked. Damn, ye're so bonnie...so sexy," he whispered in a ragged voice.

"And you're so ravenous and insatiable...how are you going to survive a few days in Paris, huh?" Claire whispered as her hips started to move against him, pulling his head down to her breast. She smiled as he groaned, his hip movements matching her own.

Impatiently, Jamie raised Claire by the hips to pull down her panties and whipped off his towel before lowering her down to his cock. Then he reached down to their adjoining nakedness and stroked her sensitive spot. "Weel, ye just have to talk dirty to me tonight on the phone. They call it in French,  en libre service ." He chuckled softly as he heard her gasp, knowing she was shocked and roused at his suggestion.

Claire's head lolled back as Jamie bent his head to tease a nipple. " En libre service?  Alright Jamie, tell me more about it...what would you like to hear as by way of example..." she whispered as a whimper escaped her lips.

Jamie raised his head from her breast, and with one hand behind her neck, pulled her closer. As Claire began to rock more frantically against him, he whispered all the naughty things he intended to do to her once he was back from Paris.

.........

Joe had suggested accompanying Claire to see the doctor, which he had done on previous occasions as Jamie had been very busy with work. He had recommended as soon as she was back from Lallybroch to make an appointment for a screening test, acknowledging that there was a high probability of abnormality with her baby after she had ingested ketamine a few weeks back. Joe had voiced his concern to Claire, but she had been adamant that whatever they find wrong with the baby, she refused to terminate her pregnancy. Joe knew if Jamie had found out that there was a risk of developmental challenges, disability or risk to Claire's life, he would have had wanted a say as Joe had known how his mother had died. Stubborn as Claire was, she had prohibited Joe from voicing his concern to Jamie, thinking this was probably the only chance she'll ever be pregnant. As it turned out and much to his relief and surprise, and after a series of doctor's appointments, Claire and her baby were in perfect health. And today they were about to find out the gender.

"Are you excited, LJ? I'd say though, you look massive for 21 weeks," he chortled as he looked her over on the examination bed and held her hand. "Importantly though, I'm glad that you're passing through all examinations with flying colours and you're positively glowing."

Claire's face turned a shade crimson as she thought of Jamie, secretly attributing her glow from their lovemaking earlier in the day. "You know, as much as I'm enjoying this pregnancy, I can't wait for the baby to be born. Jamie is driving me nuts with his worry. He has enough on his plate already, and he still insists on cooking when he comes home from work. And for crying out loud, he even hired a cleaner to come twice weekly. And he's so paranoid with the trial, he had the cleaner screened thoroughly."

"Well, after what you've been through, coupled with being a first-time parent, I can hardly blame him. And you missy, knowing how stubborn you are, you tend to do as you please which makes all the more difficult for him. Go easy on Jamie...you know how much he loves you and with his mother's history..."

Claire sighed. "I know, I know. It's just so difficult not doing anything but I guess, I'll be busy enough doing the nursery."

"Mrs Fraser, Dr Abernathy, hello, are we ready for the scan?" Claire and Joe turned towards the door as her doctor, Dr Grant, a woman in her fifties and a female sonographer walked in. "We've done this before, and it shouldn't take long, so whenever we're ready..."

Indeed it was all very a standard routine test, and Claire only felt the mild discomfort of the coldness of the lubricating gel slathered onto her belly, and the handheld probe pressing near her full bladder, making Claire want to burst. When the first images appeared on the screen, she could hardly make out any semblance as the monitor was not in her direct vision, but she could hear soundwaves coming from the ultrasound probe. But when Joe's head tilted funnily and his brows furrowed, Claire became worried.

"Joe, what is it?" Trying to suppress a rising panic, she tried to turn her head around to her side to take a look at the screen monitor, but she couldn't make out the images.

Joe's eyes were about to pop out. "Is that what I think it is?" he asked nobody in particular.

"Joe!!!!! For fuck sake Joe, what is it?!?"

Dr Grant smiled. "Congratulations Mrs Fraser...it looks like you're expecting twins."

"Twins? There was no mention of twins in Claire's previous examination," Joe said with utter disbelief.

"Well, they call it the hidden twin and sometimes they're not detected until later. See here?" Dr Grant pointed, "There's the second baby. And it's quite clear from here the twins are girls."

"Sweet Mother of Jesus H. Roosevelt Christ! Jamie wanted a surprise... well... he's definitely in for a surprise."

..........

"Och twin girls, Claire, double the trouble an' double the fun. Ah bet Jamie nearly had a heart attack," Geillis smirked as she danced around the nursery, not really concentrating in measuring the walls for wallpaper.

Claire was sat in a reclining chair she had recently bought, sipping cold lemon water as she watched her friend. "Jamie doesn't know."

"What? Why didnae ye tell him?" Geillis stopped mid-twirl.

"Well, I did ask him before he left for Paris if he wanted to know the result of the scan and Jamie said he wanted it to be a surprise. And surprise he will get." Indeed a surprise considering Claire was still in a state of shock. She had yet to wrap her head around the prospect of having twins, let alone the impact it would have on their lives and her career as a doctor. She had wanted, after her maternity leave, to complete her residency at the Northern Royal Infirmary, instead of continuing to work at the Scottish Ambulance Service. Murtagh had thought too that it was for the best as he didn't want any more press lurking around the emergency department.

"But Claire, he was probably talkin' aboot the gender. Surely he would want tae ken how many mouths he has tae provide for. No' that he cannae afford it,"

"Good Lord, Geillis, it's bad enough him knowing I have a baby...imagine what he would be like when he finds out we're having twins. So promise me that you'll zip your mouth, alright? The only people who know about the twins are Jenny, Joe and you. So not a word!"

Geillis made an action of zipping her mouth, her cheeks dimpling wickedly. "That wee secret of yours will be hard tae keep an' surely, Jamie will start to wonder you're unusual size at yer next stage of pregnancy. An' how about the bairns' shower? An' the nursery? How will ye keep that all a secret from Jamie?"

Claire waved the key to the nursery room. "The nursery is off-limits to Jamie, and he knows that too, but as a precaution, in case he does get tempted to take a peek, the door will be locked. And Jamie will be too busy at work in the next few months...he said so himself as he planned to have paternity leave. And as for the baby shower, Jenny had already offered to organise it. That woman is truly a wonder."

"Speaking of the wee fox cub, there are pictures of him in Paris hittin' the news already. The press in France sure loves him. Ah wonder how the public took the story now that he's nae longer in the single market."

"I don't want to know Geillis, and I don't read news about Jamie. I just hope he doesn't blurt out that we're having a baby because he does have that tendency. Thank God the press doesn't know about it yet, and I guess, having Angus around to drive me about and accompany me, has its perks."

.........

October

Jamie noticed his godfather came more often to the gym than he used to. Usually taken to running to keep himself fit, he had been doing a lot more strength building and trained more often with Jamie. And the change didn't stop there. Ever since Jamie was a wee bairn, he'd always only seen Murtagh with a full beard, so it was a shock when his godfather walked into the gym with a clean-shaven face.

"Dare I ask what's with the sudden change in your looks?" He tried to suppress a smile, but Jamie had a sneaking suspicion it had something to do with his aunt Jocasta. Ian had already informed him that his aunt will be flying back to Scotland soon and visiting Inverness and apparently, to be there when Claire gives birth to their baby.

"Dinna bother and one word about my beard, I'll wallop ye," Murtagh warned in a gruff voice as he started his warm-up exercises doing arm swings and standing-trunk-twists next to his godson.

Jamie didn't say another word, and Murtagh only broke the silence as they went on to their next warm-up on the stationary bicycle. "How's Beauchamp?" Despite Claire not working for the Ambulance service anymore, Murtagh continued to call her by her maiden name.

"Aye, she's braw." Jamie paused, hesitating as he pedalled vigorously on the bike. "Say, what do ye think about Claire's size? That bairn she's carrying looks massive in her tummy."

Murtagh glanced at him as if he was asking a stupid question. "Weel, with yer muckle size, what did ye expect? Obviously, the baby must take after ye...size-wise that is."

"Hmm, I've never seen a pregnant tummy that huge. I'm just worried about Claire...she can hardly get off the chair, and she tires easily. Do ye think that's normal?" Jamie asked, reflectively.

"I dinna ken. Why ye asking me? Ask yer sister," Murtagh muttered as he doubled his efforts on the bike.

"I did. I know Jenny has more experience when it comes to pregnancy, but she just dismissed it as Claire being a tall lassie. She said, the taller the lass, the bigger the tummy. That doesna make any sense at all."

"When is she due?"

"In two months...December she said. But the way I see it, she looks like she's about to pop."

Murtagh just mentally shrugged, not really interested in pregnancy talks. "Jamie, I've meant to ask ye something..."

Jamie got off the bike and waited for his godfather. When Murtagh finally finished, they walked over to the rowing machine. "What is it?"

"Aye weel, I was thinking..."

"Aunt Jocasta?"

"Ye're very perceptive! How dae ye ken?"

"For fuck sake Murtagh, I saw ye fondling my aunt's arse back in Lallybroch as both of ye dancing to slow music during the party...the whole hamlet knows," Jamie pointed out laughing, as he settled down on the rowing machine.

Murtagh's face turned red, and it was even more evident without his beard. But Jamie couldn't tell if his reddened face was down to being found out or exertion from their warm-up.

.........

November

Claire was doing some finishing touches to her hair, and as usual, her locks refused to cooperate, so she opted to leave it loose around her shoulders instead. It was aunt Jocasta's birthday, and she had the whole French restaurant booked for the venue. As Jamie was going to be late for the dinner, Murtagh and Jocasta had offered to pick Claire up on the way.  

Claire was slightly worried about going to the party as she knew pregnancy with twins means she can go on to labour before the nine months term. She was already on her 37th week, and Jamie had no idea she was carrying more than one baby. Dr Grant had informed her during one of her more regular visits that at 38th week they would have to induce the birth, assuring her everything was perfect even if she had been complaining of sharp back pains. Twice, Claire had gone to the hospital with Geillis thinking it was time and each time it had been a false alarm. Despite the possibility of complication, Claire had insisted on keeping it secret, knowing Jamie was too busy with work. She wished now she had confided to more people, but Geillis had promised all will be well and to stop worrying as it was not good for the bairns.

When the doorbell rang, Claire waddled to the door, feeling slightly out of breath, as she felt shooting pain in her back. It was Murtagh on his own as he had left Jocasta in the car.

"Christ lass, are ye alright? Ye looked a bit flushed," Murtagh asked with concern in his voice.

And just as Claire had feared and of all days to happen, her water broke.

"Oh...ahh...I think I'm about to give birth," Claire breathed heavily, holding onto the door. As she felt herself sway, Murtagh, caught her in his arms just on time.

..........

Jamie was just finishing some paperwork when his godfather had called to inform him Claire was taken to the hospital. At the mention of the word hospital, he didn't let Murtagh finished his sentence and was already on his feet, dropping everything he was doing. His heart was hammering as Jamie weaved through the traffic, willing his car to go faster, cursing himself for working late. All sorts went through his head and the one memory he didn't want to think about kept resurfacing in his mind: his mother's death giving birth.  Dear God, please let her be safe.

When Jamie reached the Northern Royal Infirmary, Joe was already there to greet him. "C'mon buddy. You're about to become a da! Claire's in labour. I think the babies are too eager to come out," Joe announced calmly as he led Jamie to the lift that would take them to the maternity ward.

"Babies? Da? I thought she wasn't due until December. Murtagh only said Claire was taken to the hospital, so I presumed it must have had something to do with her high blood pressure..."   Christ, what the fuck is going on...why is Claire having the baby now?

Joe caught himself. "Erm, I mean Claire and the baby are ready. It happened so quickly, and we didn't think...Anyway, she's fully dilated and is on active labour now. The contractions are so close together...so you'll be a da anytime soon."

Fully dilated? What the fuck does that mean?  Jamie had attended only a couple of Lamaze classes with Claire, and he remembered the breathing techniques. 

Joe looked at Jamie oddly. "What are you doing, Jamie?"

Jamie was doing rapid, short breaths. "Practicing for the birth? Isn't that what I'm supposed to do? Christ, am I doing it all wrong?"

Joe smiled and slapped Jamie on the back. "That's Claire's job. You're only there to assist her with the breathing. C'mon, calm down. Claire's doing wonderfully, and Gail is there with her."

"Oh Christ Almighty, I'm really going to be a da. Oh God...oh God. Christ, can't this lift go any faster?" Jamie was impatiently moving around and fidgeting in the lift much to Joe's amusement.

When the lift finally opened, Joe guided Jamie through the corridors of the maternity ward, and Jamie grimaced inwardly as he heard birthing screams and moans at each door he passed by. "Right buddy, do you want to be in the room with Claire, or do you want to wait until it's over? You don't have to you know...Claire's in good hands."

Jamie didn't hesitate, as he removed his tie and stuffed it in his suit pocket. "Aye, aye. I want to be there. I'm ready." He slammed a fist on his hand, puffing big breaths out as if he's about to enter a boxing ring.

"Right, you need to wear scrubs as we're going to the operating theatre."

Jamie's face turned white. "What? Why the operating theatre? Are there any complications? I thought everything was going well?" 

"Standard procedure buddy just in case the doctor deems it necessary to perform caesarian..." In actual fact and what Joe didn't tell Jamie was that most twin or multiple births are done in the operating theatre in case one of the babies refused to come out of the womb and the doctors are forced to perform a caesarian.

"Caesarian? Th-they'll cut her open? Claire had always wanted a natural birth...is it truly necessary?"

"Not necessarily...like what I said it's all precautionary. Calm down now...Claire needs you, remember that. "

A few minutes later, dressed in scrubs, a very nervous Jamie was led into the operating theatre. He stood there for a minute, dumbfounded taking the whole scene in, thinking what a pair of healthy lungs Claire had, and the sounds she was making made him tremble on his feet. Jamie saw his wife surrounded by medical staff, and there were monitors and bright lights everywhere and not the birthing room he had expected.

"YOU BEASTLY SCOT, WHERE THE FUCK HAVE YOU BEEN?" Claire screamed as soon as she realised Jamie was there, to the astonishment and shock of the doctors and nurses. Ever since she was wheeled into the hospital, Claire had been shouting all sorts of profanities that would shock a naval officer. Even Jenny and Ian, who were attending Jocasta's party, and were immediately on the scene, was shocked but amused at Claire's very colourful use of the language. 

"Mr James Fraser?"

"Aye?" Jamie's eyes darted from the doctor's face to his wife, who had a look as if she's about to commit murder, her riot of curls wild if not plastered to her perspiring face.

"Yer wife is about to give birth, you can stand here or take a stool next to her."

Jamie didn't need prodding and immediately went to Claire, nearly slipping and sliding under the operating bed from his awkward and shaky movement. As he caught himself, Jamie leaned over his wife, one arm around her head and the other, taking her hand in his. "Ssshh Sassenach, so sorry...so verra sorry. I'm here now, and I love ye...love ye to bits. And ye're so beautiful...and I love ye..." He regretted holding her hand after realising what a strong grip she had, her fingernails digging into the back of his. He winced but kept his hold firm, as his other hand stroke her hair, keeping it away from her face. 

Claire let out another howl as she pushed with her back. "I FUCKING HATE YOU JAMIE FRASER. LOOK AT WHAT YOU'VE DONE TO ME. WAIT TILL I GET MY HANDS ON YOUR BALLS.....AAAAAHHHHHH!"

Jamie swallowed audibly as he felt Claire's body convulsed with pain. He closed his eyes, wishing he could take the pain away from her, and for once, he felt utterly useless.

"I can see the head Mrs Fraser, just a little bit more," a gentle voice reminded Claire, as she prepared to push, her face contorted in pain. 

Jamie's face was as white as the hospital's bedsheets, as Claire grunted and his heart thundered between his ears. His wife's nails, earlier digging painfully into the back of his hand was no longer felt as he heard the sound of a baby's wail to rival his wife. The room suddenly spun, and Claire's cries and the medical staffs' mutterings became distant. "Congratulations Mrs Fraser! Looks like this wee one inherited your pair of lungs," he heard one of the doctors said before he succumbed to the oblivion.

A couple of minutes later, a nurse hovered over Jamie, and he came to his senses immediately as something pungent and strong was waved under his nose. Realising at once what was happening, he quickly got onto his unsteady feet, breathing as many big breaths as his lungs can muster. He leaned over Claire, who was sobbing uncontrollably. Taking her into his arms, he looked around to catch a glimpse of the baby, but he couldn't see it. "Sassenach, shh...it's over now, the baby is here. Ye were so brave...so incredible, and I love ye so..."

"Right, Mr and Mrs Fraser, are you ready for baby number two? This next one is very impatient to come out, and we don't need to wait," announced a doctor with a smug smile on his face.

"W-What?? Wait a minute...what ye mean number two?" Jamie's voice faltered before he fainted once again for the second time, his head making a resounding thud on the floor.

It was too late for any of the nurses to check on Jamie, as the second baby came out without a hitch and with less push required from Claire. 

Once the babies were safely delivered and taken to be cleaned, the bewildered staff looked at Jamie's immobile body, still on the floor and then Claire, who was wildly dishevelled and wet from perspiration and exertion.

"Well, my darling husband wanted a surprise, and I merely obliged," Claire shrugged with a smile as she leaned back against the pillow, feeling all of a sudden tired and spent; nevertheless relieved and ecstatic that their baby girls were safe, whole and healthy.

..........

Jamie looked down at his wife, the twins nestled against her chest. After Claire and the babies were cleaned, they were rolled into their own private room in the hospital and were given an hour of family bonding. The bairns have latched on immediately as Claire breast-fed them and now slept contentedly. Jamie wasn't ready to share them to the world just yet even if he knew friends and family were waiting outside. Taking off his shoes, he slid into bed next to Claire, putting his arm above her head as he laid on his side, watching his bairns sleep.

He leaned towards his wife and kissed her on the forehead. "Ye were so incredible, Sassenach. The birth...ye...and everything has been a miracle. I dinna ken how ye've done it, but ye were so brave and strong." Jamie contemplated for a bit as he leaned to kiss the babies' head, inhaling their clean smell. "Ye've given me so much...yer love, our babies. I have so much joy in my heart that I feel I'm about to burst anytime soon."

Claire smiled, tenderly at her husband. "And I love you, Jamie Fraser and I'm sorry for shouting at you. How's your head?" she croaked hoarsely as all her screaming from earlier started to take its toll.

Jamie chuckled. "Och, it's fine. I dinna mean to faint like a wee lassie on ye, but it must have been all yer screaming that did it to me. I couldna bear the pain ye were going through. I wanted to take all yer pain, and I would have gladly suffered it for yer sake."

Claire was just lifting her face to kiss Jamie when the door to their room suddenly opened.

"Right, ye two, that's enough. Ye have plenty of time for cuddles later. We want to see the baby!" Jenny announced as she burst into the room, followed hesitantly by friends and family.

"Jenny!" Ian tried to pull back his wife, shrugging apologetically, but Jamie signalled them all to come in with a nod of his head, not moving from his position.

Jenny and Geillis were immediately leaning over Claire's side, crooning at the sight of the bairns as the rest congratulated the new parents.

"Och, they're no' identical... one's got dark hair an' the other lighter," Geillis chirped excitedly as she gently touched each baby's head.

Everybody crowded around the bed to have a better look. "Do we have names for the bairns yet?" Aunt Jocasta piped in as she stood by his nephew's side, one hand on his shoulder.

Jamie straightened up from his position. "Weel, everybody, Claire and I'd like to introduce ye to our beautiful lassies, Hope and Faith Fraser...our wee bundles of joy and miracle..." 

"Hope and Faith...how fitting after what both of you have been through," Joe said, smiling.

"Aye, Claire and I have talked about names. We have already decided on the name Faith awhile back if the bairn is to be a girl. But my wife never told me about a second girl," he laughed, lightly tapping Claire on her nose.

Claire looked at Jenny, smiling. "We thought too of the name Brian after your father, if the baby was a boy."

Murtagh peered his head to take a look. "So which one is which?"

"Well, Hope is with lighter hair and Faith is with the darker hair," Claire explained, her tired face breaking into a contented smile as she leaned her head towards Jamie's shoulder.

Jamie felt Claire's head bobbed up and down, trying to keep lucid in front of their friends and family. To his relief, the nurse came in to take the babies and announce visiting hours were over. By the time all of them left, Claire was already sound asleep, weary from all the excitement and effort of giving birth. Jamie remained where he was, holding his wife tight against him, thinking of the future for his young family. He said a silent prayer of gratitude as he stroke Claire's hair, and for the first time that day, Jamie allowed tears of happiness to flow freely until he too eventually fell into a peaceful sleep.

#melodyheart #highlanddestiny #Claire Beauchamp/Jamie Fraser #outlanderfanfic

[shikai-the-storyteller]

CYBERVERSE WATCH: S3 Episode 17, 18, 19, 20

Episode 17

Oh nooo Windblade u good??? LASERBEAK AND WINDBLADE OMG!!!

Beaky please don’t peck my girl (that is kinda cute though)

Windblade she isn’t a pest!!!

Laserbeak watches her fly off like “I get no respect and no thanks???”

HECK YEAH GET THEM FLIERS!!! Jetfire please be careful bud, Starscream has some old beef with you

OH NO ALL THE ALTERNATE UNIVERSE SOUNDWAVES

The only downside to knowing all these characters and getting excited about cameos is it’s that many times more likely that a character I like will die 8(

YEAHH WAY TO GO LASERBEAK you’re the real MVP

JEEZ HE GOT OPTIMUS RIGHT IN THE CHEST

HEY CAN SOMEONE PLEASE SAVE OPTIMUS

OH SHOOT WHO IS THAT

OH FRICK OH FRICK ITS MEGATRON!!! HELL YEAH

Megatron, a million universes away: My “Optimus is in trouble” and “Starscream is being a menace” senses are tingling, gotta go back to Cybertron

FRICK that was a cool entrance

Oh man what happened to his eye--HOLY FRICK HE LOOKS HOT

AYYYYYY ITS THE OG BLACK HELMET MEGATRON LOOK AHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

MAN I FRICKIN LOVE MEGATRON

KUP NOW ISN”T THE TIME FOR YOUR COMMENTARY (that was cute though)

Oh my gosh when Starscream started to say “You’re too late to save your--” for one very frightful minute I thought he was going to say something about Optimus like “partner” or something and I felt every muscle in my body tense up lmao, I should’ve known better but RATS

WHAT

WHAT THE FRICK THAT WAS SO FRICKIN COOL

IS THERE ANYTHING HOTTER THAN WAKING UP TO SEE YOUR OLD FLAME STANDING OVER YOU GLOWING LIKE A VENGEFUL ANGEL ABOUT TO KICK STARSCREAM’S BUTT

POWERS OF CYBERTRON UNITE??!?!?!?!?

EVEN OPTIMUS GOT SOME

BOYFRIENDS PUNCHING STARSCREAM’S ARMY OF QUINTESSONS TOGETHER!!!! SHADOWSTRIKER!!! BEE AND SOUNDWAVE!!!! GOSH THIS IS SO GOOD

WRECK THEIR SHOP SOUNDWAVE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Starscream you’ve sentenced them like five thousand times what’s new about this OH RIGHT I FORGOT ABOUT THAT GLOB STUFF

ASTROTRAIN!?!?!?!?

Starscream: NO ONE CAN STOP ME *CUTS TO WINDBLADE* wanna bet nerd

I LOVE my beautiful girl

Oh that is some nasty looking Quintesson tech

Uh oh u good Windblade???

Croaton can you please slap Starscream out of the sky before you leave it’d save us a lot of time

Aw man I wonder what Megatron saw that made him sorta regret the stuff with Starsc

WH

HE”S BARING HIS SPARK!?!?!? WAIT IS THAT ANOTHER MATRIX

ARE THEY GONNA FUSE????

MEGATRON PRIME

GOSH I REALLY THOUGHT THEY WERE GOING TO FRICKIN SPARK FUSE THERE FOR A SECOND

*CUE “THE POWER OF LOVE” AT FULL VOLUME*

Ok but what the heck did Astrotrain do???

If you get along with someone you don’t like the universe probably won’t end pfft, thanks Kup

CREEPY BUGS???

Megatron please take his hand :(((

IM LOSING IT MEGATRON REALLY IS A HUGE KID *takes out a piece of chalk and draws a line between them* this is MY side of Cybertron, this is yours

guess galavanting through space didn’t change him TOO much

Guhhh these opposing sides shots always break my heart I WISH THEY COULD OVERCOME THEIR DIFFERENCES AND BE FRIENDS AGAIN SOMEHOW....

Dang Astrotrain is HUGE compared to the rest of the bots, I wonder what he looks like in bot mode

SO MUCH HAPPENED IN THAT EPISODE (and I had to take a break in the middle of it) I FORGOT I STILL HAD THREE LEFT thank the stars

I genuinely can't believe Megatron essentially drew a line between him and Optimus and went "This side of Cybertron is MINE, the other side is yours" 

*cue shenanigans of Autobot and Decepticon buddies trying to secretly cross the line to visit their friends in the other faction* 

gosh fanfic always depicts Megatron and Optimus sneaking around meeting each other for smoochies I'd LOVE to see their subordinates being the ones doing the sneaking around while Megatron and Optimus are just like "GUYS....". Fingers crossed for the next episode!

Episode 18

CYBERTRON LOOKS SO PRETTY....

oh my gosh they actually built a wall

WAIT DID CLOBBER SERIOUSLY SWITCH SIDES OMG SHES AN AUTOBOT NOW

WHAT BEE CAN FLY!?!?!? WHAT!!!

LMAO LOCKDOWN NICE BOARDER PATROLLING

Well it took all of 30 seconds to confirm my theory lmao man I frickin love this show

Man I can’t believe how quickly they beat the Quintessons, I REALLY THOUGHT THE AUTOBOTS AND DECEPTICONS UNITING AGAINST THEM WOULD BE THE BIG SEASON FINALE I’m thrown for a loop now lol

ew those colors remind me of Sentinel Prime I hope that’s not him

OH WAIT IS THAT IACONUS MY BAD

PRIMA???? OH?????

Grand Imperium?????

Omg did Rack’nRuin switch sides too? I thought they were Decepticons

JETFIRE COME ON BUD OPTIMUS IS TRYING TO HAVE HIS MOMENT

Croaton city!!!

LMAO SKYBITE’S SHARING HIS POETRY....CUTE...

But where is Soundwave!!!!!

I’m with you Bee, those insects are creepy

WOW ASTROTRAIN IS HUGE

“And WHO rescued you from that tyrant” OH??? ANOTHER UNIVERSE’S MEGATRON MAYHAPS???

“I must know if the barrier holds!” OH!!!! Oh no is the final battle gonna be against all the other universe’s people who Megatron burned as he gallivanted through the multiverse??? I SURE HOPE SO

Gosh not to be predictable but that new armor looks so frickin good on Megatron

OPTIMUS IS SO STRONG

POOR OPTIMUS....

“During wartime, decision-making came so easily” MAN....THAT HURTS.....

oh he’s looking for Windblade!!!

AW SHADOW STRIKER C’MON, I THOUGHT YOU GUYS WERE BUDS NOW

“I know better than ANYONE what it’s like to be left broken on the battlefield. I did what I could” MY HEART JUST SWELLED THREE SIZES FOR SHADOW STRIKER....I LOVE HER....(ALSO THAT HURT)

Bee it REALLY seems like you should’ve had a plan / backup team for this!!!

BEE YOU’RE GONNA RESTART THE WAR!!

RODIMUS!!! YOU’RE BACK TO YOUR RED FLAME SELF!!!

WHIRL!!! OMG MY BABY

Wow that wall does a crummy job of keeping out fliers

SOMEONE PLEASE CATCH WINDBLADE

Thank you Whirl

OH JEEZ HERE COMES MEGATRON

SKYWARP!!! (I say while being super scared for my faves)

Whoa Megatron actually backed down

Nice

CHROMIA!!!! SAVE HER PLEASE

Episode 19

Ohhh are we gonna get to see Caminus??????

BEAST MACHINES?????

omg they’re gonna have to collect Windblade’s mind like they collected Bee’s memories

Chromia that doesn’t sound too convincing (you’re super cute though so I forgive you)

MORE BIRDIES!!!

A CYBER HORSE????

IT”S A  JET!?!??!

OH MY GOSH OH MY GOSH OH MY GOSH IT”S CRYSTAL CITY!!!!!!

AGAIN, I WANNA SHAKE HANDS WITH EVERY BACKGROUND DESIGNER WHO WORKED ON THIS SHOW

OHHH mirror selves!!! Scary but pretty!!

OH MY GOSH!!! IS THAT RAVAGE!?!?!?!?

PLEASE LET ME SEE MY LITTLE BOY!!!!! AHHHHHHHHHH

AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!! PLEASE BE RAVAGE

HOLY FRICK THAT LOOKED AWESOME??? KNIGHT??? A REALLY COOL KNIGHT???? WHO ARE YOU

Thunderhow??

My first thought was “Someone got their Warriors Cat oc into Transformers” and that cracked me up

KNIGHT OF THE PRIMES???

THIS STAINED-GLASS STYLE ANIMATION IS GORGEOUS

I like this dude but something tells me they’re gonna have to fight / kill him later

Bee’s smile is so cute!!

lmao nice lore-speak Chromia

They should just blast through the walls of the maze

“That sounds like a nightmare” “Scrap that!” THEYRE SO CUTE omg way to break the rules you two

CRYSTAL WINDBLADE!!!!

oh shoot many crystal windblades

I love the little “tink tink tink” sounds her feet make

Just her arm???? Jeez louise are the rest of the episodes gonna be about collecting Windblade?

Oh it’s Thunderhound

Optimus is just like “PLEASE leave me alone”

Petition for Optimus Prime to just get a frickin vacation

Episode 20

Man I’m so sad this series is almost over

Everyone in Mac’s bar without Mac..... :( Cute to see Percy as the bartender though

IS...IS THAT WHEELJACK?

OMG WAIT THAT”S THE COSMIC RUST WHEELJACK BACK FROM LIKE EP 2 or 3 IN SEASON 1????

“The Past” I FRICKIN KNEW WE’D SEE YOU AGAIN!!! IT WAS TOO WEIRD HAVING HIM WANDER AROUND IN AN EPISODE WITH NO EXPLANATION LIKE THAT

COWBOY WHEELJACK IS SO GOOD

Man Cyberverse is so frickin weird, I love this cartoon

Oh there’s my boy Soundwave

JEEZ THIS DUDE’S GOT NO FEAR

Megatron looks so cute...

“This is Autobot territory! You can’t--oh guess you can” pfft

I can’t believe Transformers is a western now

Optimus is the sheriff around these parts lol

Aw man Optimus JUST put that thing in there

OPTIMUS IS SO STRONG....I LOVE MY BUFF BOY

WILDWHEEL? Oh my bad, guess that’s not Wheeljack

“No one ever tried to find me” :(((( I wonder how many other bots felt that way

“I was one of the good guys! But you left me on that planet!” OW....

Pretty terrible shot Wild Wheel

OH NO....Innocent civilian got hurt, now Optimus is serious

Wild Wheel Optimus has been through a WAR your cowboy training aint gonna cut it

WELL THAT WAS A. WEIRD EPISODE. ALRIGHTY THEN I can’t wait to see how Wild Wheel is going to pop up in future episodes

Me: haha evil cowboy robot Wild Wheel: I felt abandoned because no one searched for me and I was forced to do horrible things in order to find my way home Me, tears streaming down my face: Haha....cowboy robot

#i talk #Cyberverse spoiler / #I'm watching Cyberverse #primordial robot hell

[verdigrisprowl]

Mar 8 Blurr’s Horror Stream - Girl on the Train

Prowl was injured. And thus, extremely chatty. It greatly amused half the room.

Welcome to the 'speedxstealer' room. The chat room has been cleared by the moderator. B l u r r: / oh right. He's here. Dragging himself in / Airachnid changed their nickname to Airachnid. Shockbox: *Arrives punctually, as usual.* B l u r r: / waves a claw at Shockwave / Shockbox: *He makes a small wave back.* Error logging out. Whirl: *trots on in, stopping by Blurr's couch before he claims his hammock* Ey, Teach. Scorponock changed their nickname to Scorponok. B l u r r: / waves at Whirl / Hey. B l u r r: / turns to the door and taps claws on his hip / Come on. Scorponok: [ scuttles in and shuffles by a couch. Slow sluggish scorp ] Whirl: How's your whole situation? *gestures vaguely to Blurr's head* Airachnid: [peeks into the room before taking a seat in the hammock] B l u r r: ... It functions. Whirl: *peers at Blurr, twisting his head around like a bird* Yeah? No more issues? B l u r r: Sometimes it shuts down. But, Axis has narrowed that down. B l u r r: Aside from the rust, it's fine. I think. Whirl: I guess that's the best we can hope for. Your medics are inept, mech. *shakes his head and, apparently satisfied, turns away* B l u r r: Mm... /shrugs / Whirl: *he'll bob his head at Scorponok before addressing the hammock thief* I am fully about to sit on you. Airachnid: Please do not. Scorponok: ... [ small head bob ] Scorponok: [ cross claws and settles helm on them. Little clickers clicked together ] Whirl: Then you'd better scoot a bit, cos here I come. *he's clambering into the hammock, and if Airachnid does not make room, she will be flattered by the Whirlbutt* B l u r r: / sits on his couch with a vent. / Airachnid: [QUICKLY SCOOTS OVER] ItsyBitsySpyers: *Soundwave arrives later than usual, and has orange tape on him in odd places, but he's here.* Shockbox: *Grabs a small thing of snacks before quietly approaching Blurr.* Shockbox: I have brought the results of my dissection with me. Would you like them now? Whirl: *turns to look at Soundwave and begins to bob his helm in greeitng but stops mid-bob* ...trying out a new look, Chatterbox? B l u r r: ... Yes. /nods andlooks up at Shockwave / Of course. SmallPredacon: *a small predacon appears* boomtank changed their nickname to boomtank. Airachnid: [she does notice the tape] Shockbox: *Blurr is handed the Cybertronian equivalent of a flash drive.* SmallPredacon: *the small predacon appears to be attempting to stand on its hind legs. it doesn't look comfortable.* boomtank: -is on time-ish for once- ItsyBitsySpyers: [[Temporarily. Something Buzzsaw needed him to do.]] Shockbox: *Noticing Soundwave in the corner of his optic, he turns and nods.* B l u r r: / takes it and looks it over, optic wide like a cat's / Hnnh... ItsyBitsySpyers: *Parks himself on his usual couch and looks atthe Small Predacon. Is this one of Shockwave's?* ItsyBitsySpyers: *Nods to the others* Shockbox: *Turning back to Blurr* I hope you find its contents to be satisfactory. Shockbox: *It /should/ be, anyway.* SmallPredacon: *it doesn't say. either way, it parks itself next to soundwave.* B l u r r: / flips the device and curls his digits around it. / I will, I'm sure. Shockbox: *Shockwave nods and moves to his usual place.* Whirl: *figures it's an art thing and shrugs; he turns his attention to this small predacon. After staring at it for a few long moments, Whirl makes a soft, static-like sound and then... peeps* Whirl: *like a baby bird, at the little pred* Airachnid: [she gives a helm tilt at the Predacon, but does nothing else] SmallPredacon: ... What. Whirl: What does that sound mean to you? Whirl: If anything. SmallPredacon: ... It means "peep." Whirl: *nods* Gotcha. *the lack of reaction has led him to deduce this is not, in fact, one of Shockwave's preds* Whirl: *or so he thinks* Shockbox: *Everyone else is curious about the predacon, and so naturally, Shockwave is as well.* ItsyBitsySpyers: *Confused look, but he supposes if the predacon wants to sit there, he'll let them.* SmallPredacon: *why is everyone staring at him* Shockbox: *But he does not take it upon himself to initiate any interaction.* ItsyBitsySpyers: [[Greetings. Designation?]] Whirl: *settles into the hammock more comfortably and turns to face the front* SmallPredacon: ... Pardon? Why do you— *looks at himself. oh.* Scorponok: [ omg it soundwave. He will wave a claw a little bit. He's currently huddled by a couch but lil wave ] SmallPredacon changed their nickname to FakeProwl. FakeProwl: *let him just. fix his hologram.* Airachnid: [cue a few blinks] B l u r r: [[ also lemme know when y'all are ready. ]] ItsyBitsySpyers: *Soundwave glances away to nod at Scorponok - hello there - then looks back and IS HORRIFIED* ItsyBitsySpyers: ((ready!)) Whirl: *looks back again, stares a moment, and then bursts into snickers* Whirl: ((ready!)) boomtank: ...... Whirl: Getting in touch with your wild side, Prowl? Shockbox: *Vaguely amused.* FakeProwl: Bonecrusher's been meddling with my holomatter avatar. ItsyBitsySpyers: (txt): Apologies, error, unintentional, error. FakeProwl: He apparently left it set to one of his art projects. Shockbox: (( ready.)) boomtank: ready!)) FakeProwl: ((ready)) Airachnid: ready)) FakeProwl: You're forgiven. Whirl: It was a good look for you. *still snickering* ItsyBitsySpyers: *Note to self: Find a way to fuss at Bonecrusher for that later.* FakeProwl: I do not want to look like a Predacon. Even if it's a good-looking Predacon. B l u r r: / well, he'll just spread out on his couch. May as well relax. Or try to . / ItsyBitsySpyers: *Ravage comes strolling up late and makes a beeline for Blurr. You now have a cat blanket.* Scorponok: [ shuffles a little closer to the crowd so he can watch the movie with his four eyes ] Whirl: *laughs* Hey now, I wouldn't go THAT far. Just a general improvement. Airachnid: It was a good look for you. B l u r r: / oof/ Hello, Ravage. FakeProwl: I prefer my current avatar. It looks how I'm supposed to look. Whirl: *he's gonna turn back to the screen and dangle one leg over the hammock; the Usual Crowd seems to be absent. Whirl isn't sure that's a good sign, but he will handle it* Whirl: *looks to Scorponok, tilting his head* How're you holding up, mech? B l u r r: [[ lemme know if it drops bad ]] Scorponok: [ looks up at Whirl ] eez... not fun. Whirl: Yeah, I'd imagine not. *pauses, somewhat awkwardly; he doesn't  know Scorponok very well, but the little guy's been pretty decent to him. And he is bad at comforting* Whirl: But, hey. Uh. Closure, right? *STUNNING* Scorponok: ... [ tilts helm and just settles helm on claws. Big ol four sad eyes] Scorponok: Yeez. Clozuree. ItsyBitsySpyers: *Ah. So Blackout's definitely gone, then.* Whirl: *switches to comms for the sake of privacy and not being disruptive* @S: You planning on sticking with Teach, then? Airachnid: [she senses that Scorponok is sad, but she's bad at comfort as well] ItsyBitsySpyers: *Gentle nudge against holoform. Would he like the usual lean, or is that too much to handle in his current real-world state?* Scorponok: [ clicks claws] @W: Yeez. He eez nice to me... Whirl: @S: Hey, that's a rare pivilege, mech. Treasure that. FakeProwl: *avatar flickers in surprise. he looks at soundwave.* Scorponok: @W: But he haz a zpine Scorponok: [ how can he be the spine if there is already a spine! ] Whirl: *Whirl; stares at Scorponok, and sends a wordless interrogative ping; he doesn't understand* Scorponok: [ noise ] @W: I cannot be zpine if he haz zzzat already. Airachnid: [suddenly spine discussion] Whirl: @S: Oh. Ohhh. Well. *he considers this* I mean. It might be a while before you find another... er. Host? Is that the proper term? Maybe it'll be good to strike out on your own a while? Whirl: *he doesn't know nearly enough about how symbionts work* Scorponok: @W: I am not uzed to being alone... [ clicks claws nervously ] I want Blacky. Blacky alwayz knew what to do. Let me ride all over. ItsyBitsySpyers: @Prowl: (txt): Current separation preferable? System errors not wanted. FakeProwl: Separation? Whirl: @S: Yeah, well... I mean. What we wat and what we get are almost always two different things, mech. *his 'tone' is not harsh, even if the words sort of are* Whirl: @S: If all else fails, maybe you can strike out into the multiverse. Look for an alternate. Scorponok: @W: What eef zey all have a Zcorponok? Whirl: @S: Then you'll have to think of something else. ItsyBitsySpyers: @Prowl: (txt): Prowl speaking out loud. Also, lean meant. ItsyBitsySpyers: ((i was making food, what did i miss between baby in bath and just now)) Scorponok: [ if he could lip wibble, he would. Settles helm on claws. Blink back those sad coolant drops] @W: Ztay with Blurr... be pirate, maybe. boomtank: -has no idea what this moive is about anymore- Airachnid: [she never knew] Whirl: @S: Honestly, mech? I think that's the better plan. ItsyBitsySpyers: *What is Whirl talking about with Scorponok? He can see that sadness...* Whirl: @S: Maybe you'll find a different host. Maybe you'll not need another. Who knows? It's not a bad setup, all things considered. B l u r r: [[ uhm well, the babysitter basically quit and left. It's covering the stories of three women ]] FakeProwl: Oh. FakeProwl: *leans on* B l u r r: [[ Rachel, the drunk woman, keeps calling the man with the blonde woman ]] B l u r r: [[ that dude ]] Scorponok: @W: Can try... but don't know for zure theez anzwerzzz... Scorponok: [ clicks claws and whirrs gears in back ] Whirl: @S: Hey, none of us do. If you feel like you're fumbling around in the dark, well... at least you're not doing it alone, right? ItsyBitsySpyers: @Prowl: (txt): Still out loud. Only lean if wanted. Distance kept if preferred. ItsyBitsySpyers: *But for now, he'll stay where he is and continue watching the movie and the scorpion* FakeProwl: I forgot to lean. ItsyBitsySpyers: *PRIMUS, PROWL.* Airachnid: ...? [she is confused who Prowl is talking to] ItsyBitsySpyers: *Rumble walks in and slowly makes his way toward the hammock.* //Heard drummin'.// Whirl: *blinks, genuinely startled--he'd been rather focused on his convo with Scorponok* You missed it, mech. Whirl: *;leans back and snaps his claw lightly; need a lift?* Scorponok: @W: Don't know if i can ztay with Blurr... Doez not have right energon zometimez. ItsyBitsySpyers: *Small nod. And a wave to the Other Bug.* Airachnid: [waves back] Whirl: *he is gonna reach down and carefully clamp that enormous claw around Rumble like a claw machine grabbin a prize* boomtank: .... Whirl: *and plonk him down in the hammock* boomtank: Right. She's got problems. B l u r r: Why say it like that? FakeProwl: I'm not keeping up. Why is she getting off the train? Whirl: @S: Well, if you join his crew, and he's your captain, then he'll get you what you need. Or he SHOULD, if he's a half-decent captain. Airachnid: She talked about the house, maybe she is going back there. Scorponok: @W: He alwayz givez me what I need. Even findz energon for me. But it'z hard to find... but he haz friend there now. FakeProwl: Who's on the phone? Whirl: @S: Heh. Yeah, he does. You can do what you like, mech, but I think if you stay with Blurr you'll be all right. B l u r r: Her ex. ItsyBitsySpyers: *Rumble startles a little, but hey, this works. Gets comfy.* FakeProwl: Why is she bleeding? Whirl: *whoops, he thought the nod was... a "yes go on and pick my up" nod. Either way, congrats. You're sharing a hammock with Whirl and Airachnid* ItsyBitsySpyers: [[Perhaps she is hurting herself?]] FakeProwl: Did she attack the person her ex left her for? Airachnid: The blood was on the back of her head. She either was injured or fell backwards. B l u r r: If she didn't, she should. Whirl: No, it was a different person. FakeProwl: Was it the person in the house? Scorponok: @W: Yeez... maybe. He izzz nice to me, but he izzzn't Blacky Whirl: See, the girl she watches every day, she doesn't know--but she got mad at that woman cos she thought she was married to someone, and kissing someone she wasn't married to. Whirl: Doing a bit of projecting, far as I can tell. FakeProwl: So she attacked the person in the house because she thought she was cheating? Whirl: *pauses for a moment; he doesn't know how to say this in a way that isn't blunt. After a few more moments, he tries anyway* @S: Nobody else ever will be. Whirl: *nods at Prowl* Yep. FakeProwl: How did she get in the house? B l u r r: That's the mystery. FakeProwl: Why did she throw the eggs? Airachnid: Who knows. Whirl: But yeah, the lady she watched from the train--she was the babysitter for her husband and the person he left her for. Whirl: But I dooon't think she knows that? Scorponok: @W: I know diz... makez me unhappy. Whirl: Not sure. This movie's chronology is all over the place. B l u r r: That's the point. ItsyBitsySpyers: ((i'm glad someone is following this because i am just tired enough to be completely lost XD )) Airachnid: same)) B l u r r: [[ you're supposed to be lost. ]] Shockbox: (( Honestly...) B l u r r: [[ apparently the movie is supposed to make you feel like her. ]] boomtank: no idea what is going on)) Airachnid: I already get confused, I don't need to be more confused)) Airachnid: life is confusing enough)) Whirl: ((i need to brb)) B l u r r: [[ Rachel, the alcoholic, had a husband who left her for the blonde woman. The young girl, Megan, babysat for her ex husband and the new wife and their baby. ]] FakeProwl: Humans cheat a lot. Why are they monogamous? It's bad for them. B l u r r: Why do they need to cheat? Airachnid: For the most part, yes. ItsyBitsySpyers: [[From his understanding, it is a tradition.]] ItsyBitsySpyers: [[The monogamy. Not the cheating.]] ItsyBitsySpyers: [[...Though perhaps that too.]] FakeProwl: If they said it was okay for them to date other people they wouldn't be unhappy. B l u r r: Some people don't like the idea of sharing. FakeProwl: I'm wrong. They would be unhappy. But they would be less unhappy. ItsyBitsySpyers: *Rosie didn't like the idea. Rumble vents. Maybe this wasn't a great movie to come see.* FakeProwl: Ownership is an unhealthy relationship dynamic. FakeProwl: Is that the person that the drunk person's husband left her for or is that the babysitter? B l u r r: Eugh, that's how Velocity was. / shifts and holds onto Ravage so they don't fall / ItsyBitsySpyers: [[Why would anyone enjoy having their passwords discovered?]] B l u r r: That's the babysitter. ItsyBitsySpyers: *Ravage accidentally sinks his claws in just a lil.* FakeProwl: Is Scott the name of the babysitter's husband or the babysitter's affair or the drunk's ex husband? Airachnid: Someone foolish. B l u r r: That's Scott, I think. B l u r r: That's the babysitter's husband. FakeProwl: He probably killed her. B l u r r: She's having an affair with someone else. B l u r r: Or, well, was. B l u r r: I mean, they can't cheat if they're dead. /hums and pats Ravage / Airachnid: Exactly. FakeProwl: Fifty-five percent probability. Whirl: *remains silent; he has nothing to add to the relationship discussion* ItsyBitsySpyers: [[...Of being unable to cheat after they're dead?]] ItsyBitsySpyers: *Confused as Pit* FakeProwl: Of her husband killing her. ItsyBitsySpyers: [[Oh. Yes.]] Whirl: *antenna pins back a little* B l u r r: By all accounts, all of them should be dead. B l u r r: Every single one of them cheats. Except maybe the alcoholic. She's the only one that doesn't. Airachnid: She's only guilty of drinking too much human highgrade. FakeProwl: Cheating doesn't deserve the death penalty. FakeProwl: But none of them should be in relationships. Whirl: Probably not. ItsyBitsySpyers: [[No. No they shouldn't.]] FakeProwl: The therapist is the worst. Therapists should never be in relationships with their patients or ex-patients. Airachnid: [sage nod] Whirl: Agred. B l u r r: Mm... I think cheating deserves a good slaughter. Just depends, I suppose. Airachnid: Cheaters often never stop. So why not kill them? FakeProwl: No. That's bad. They're terrible people but they don't deserve to die for it. B l u r r: / shrugs / B l u r r: Killed mine. Solved it real quick. Whirl: *tilts his head* Oh, hey. Ravage. Airachnid: Exactly, it solves the problem real quickly. FakeProwl: You're an awful person and he didn't deserve to die for cheating. B l u r r: [ pat pat Ravage's helm. He's warm under this cat / B l u r r: Mm, that's what they tell me. ItsyBitsySpyers: =Hmm?= Airachnid: Oh sure he did. Whirl: Guess what? Turns out I know -yet another- mech who's a cannibal. He's a good pal, so I promised him my leg, if I die. B l u r r: He deserved it. Cheating wasn't all he did. Whirl: So be sure to save a leg for Windchill, yeah? Airachnid: Fine. B l u r r: But, that was the catalyst. / hums and tilts helm back/ Isn't that right? K-Kyeheheh /snicker snort / ItsyBitsySpyers: =Mm.= FakeProwl: How many people did he kill? ItsyBitsySpyers: *Sets his helm back down.* FakeProwl: Not in battle. How many people did he kill in cold blood? ItsyBitsySpyers: [[How many did who kill?]] B l u r r: who? FakeProwl: *points at Blurr* Whoever he's talking about. B l u r r: Velocity? /scoff/ Pits... FakeProwl: The cheater you killed—how many people did he kill in cold blood, outside of regular combat? B l u r r: Why do you need to know? FakeProwl: Because you said he deserved to die but haven't presented any evidence that he deserved it. B l u r r: / stretches arms up and hums/ He did deserve it. They ALL deserved it... Airachnid: When did this discussion become a court case? B l u r r: / and this lady is making his feels hurt / B l u r r: ... all except one. /sticks a digit up / FakeProwl: It's a court case? ItsyBitsySpyers: [[No, it is not a court case.]] ItsyBitsySpyers: =What one.= Whirl: *mutters* It better not be JT. B l u r r: Mm... /tilts helm/ Dodge didn't deserve it... Whirl: Because *I* want a piece of that mech, myself. Airachnid: [should she be concerned about Prowl and how he's acting stranger than normal] B l u r r: /scritches behind Ravage's audio / But Velocity most definitely deserved it. Whirl: Now, I'm no expert. Whirl: But if she fought you every step of the way, wouldn't that be a little something we call, y'know, a red flag? Whirl: On you two not being what you'd call compatible? FakeProwl: That's why humans should have more than one relationship. FakeProwl: So he could have a baby with somebody different and be with her without having a baby. B l u r r: First off, why are they going through so much effort to carry a parasitic being for nine months. Airachnid: Humans are strange creatures. Whirl: *shrugs* Procreation is important to some folks. ItsyBitsySpyers: [[He does not understand why they do not have a Well.]] ItsyBitsySpyers: [[It would be easier than the process they use.]] B l u r r: Humans are just odd and complex. Airachnid: It would be. B l u r r: Though, simple in their own right. Whirl: *shrugs* I mean, they just don't have one. Like we don't have one. Whirl: We don't have anything, anymore. ItsyBitsySpyers: [[Something to be fixed.]] Whirl: Hopefully someday, yeah. ItsyBitsySpyers: [[...Unfortunate.]] B l u r r: so if she's so against having the parasite, why doesn't she just say it to the husband? Airachnid: Maybe the husband wants it? ItsyBitsySpyers: [[...Is there a legal charge for simply Entering? Without Breaking?]] ItsyBitsySpyers: [[...Trespassing. Never mind.]] FakeProwl: Yes. It's still— yes. ItsyBitsySpyers: *He realized it right after he asked it. How embarassing.* B l u r r: ... /tilts helm/ Hnnh. /scratches finial / boomtank: .... FakeProwl: *pats Soundwave's arm* B l u r r: I think that's the reason Ratchet told me I'm not allowed to drink anything too high in grade... boomtank: Rachel is a bit...uh...out of it B l u r r: My processor already does half this scrap without it. Whirl: Yeah, I definitely wouldn't put any strain on your processor. Especially not if you still have that THING installed. B l u r r: That THING is not coming out. FakeProwl: *pat.* I like you. ItsyBitsySpyers: *Is vaguely (but motionlessly) startled by the pat, and amused. Nods.* ItsyBitsySpyers: *Uh.* Whirl: *shakes his head* Suit yourself. Whirl: ((PROWL)) Whirl: ((2CUTE)) B l u r r: It's what I need to be faster. B l u r r: Besides, I stole it. It's mine. ItsyBitsySpyers: @Prowl: (txt): Sentiment returned. FakeProwl: ((he's gon be real embarrassed when his brain comes back to this planet)) Shockbox: (( Gay.)) Whirl: Like I said: suit yourself. FakeProwl: Good. I'm glad. B l u r r: Mm... Besides. Getting drunk doesn't seem to appeal to me. ItsyBitsySpyers: @Prowl: (txt): However, Prowl speaking aloud. Own secrecy request endangered. Perhaps additional emotional confessions reserved until Prowl: repaired. B l u r r: .. /engine rumble / I hate that word. FakeProwl: ... Am I making emotional confessions? Whirl: *swivels his helm around* You are. FakeProwl: Oh. Airachnid: You are having emotions for once. FakeProwl: I am? Whirl: Are YOU drunk? FakeProwl: No. I have a pipe in my head. Whirl: First the holoform, and now you're just telling everyone what you think of them. Whirl: ...*squints* FakeProwl: My real head. ItsyBitsySpyers: *Prowl. Please. For the love of...* Airachnid: ...that certainly would explain a lot of things. Whirl: I'm guessing it's an accident and not some new and bizarre fashion statement? ItsyBitsySpyers: [[He suspects the man's reaction is why the other one did not express her desire to avoid reproduction.]] B l u r r: I don't like people like her, either. /vents/ ItsyBitsySpyers: =Agreed.= B l u r r: / pets Ravage's helm / FakeProwl: Yes, it was an accident. Whirl: Well, good luck with that.  *dryly* Maybe take some lessons before you decide to take on a pipe in battle again. FakeProwl: I think it was an accident. I don't know if the mech with the buzzsaw did it on purpose. I don't think he did. FakeProwl: ... What kind of lessons would stop a pipe from accidentally flying in my face? B l u r r: I wonder if scraplike that helps, though... /mumbling / Whirl: I was making a joke. About you losing a fight with a pipe. ItsyBitsySpyers: =Like what.= FakeProwl: I didn't get it. B l u r r: Hm? /looks at Ravage/ ItsyBitsySpyers: =If scrap like what.= B l u r r: Oh, the alcohol. Whirl: I gathered. ItsyBitsySpyers: [[No. It doesn't.]] B l u r r: Mm. Whirl: I dunno, it helps ME. B l u r r: According to Ratchet, it doesn't help me. B l u r r: He's documented terrible episodes afterwards. Whirl: I heartily recommend it. But not for you, you've got half a brain and a mod you can't handle. ItsyBitsySpyers: *Soundwave's leg bobbles slightly. He doesn't notice it.* FakeProwl: ... Oh! He's been lying to her about what she did. B l u r r: I can handle my mod... /frowns a little / FakeProwl: He had sex with the babysitter and killed her. Whirl: Interested. Maybe he--ah. Whirl: *points to Prowl* I'm with you on this one. B l u r r: ... Yeah. That was what he was like. B l u r r: Always yelling and screaming about something... /scratches helm / ItsyBitsySpyers: [[Velocity?]] B l u r r: Mmhm. ItsyBitsySpyers: [[Hmm.]] Whirl: Lord, why did you even put up with it? B l u r r: Whatever we did, nothing was good enough for his prim, perfect self. Whirl: Should've been the snot out of him the first time. FakeProwl: He was gaslighting her. He's awful. He's an awful person. B l u r r: I killed him. I solved that problem. B l u r r: Except... you know /taps helm / Whirl: Unfortunately for us ALL. I hate that guy. ItsyBitsySpyers: *Says nothing. He's gaslit people before.* ItsyBitsySpyers: *And knows what it means about him.* Whirl: Pfft. FakeProwl: I hope he dies at the end of the movie. Whirl: Honestly I am gonna enjoy this part. Her going through the process of finding out he's cheating on her. Airachnid: [she's done the same so, she cannot talk much about it] Whirl: I mean, her relationship was founded on her cheating with him--what did she think he was gonna do? B l u r r: / snort/ Velocity wasn't always so bad... B l u r r: Just when I got to know him. Whirl: Prowl, I gotta say, you're vicious when you're honest. *snickers and look back* You' Whirl: re downright likable. FakeProwl: Oh no. FakeProwl: What did I say? Whirl: That you wanted this guy to die. Airachnid: That the husband should die. Whirl: The jerk, the gaslighting fella. FakeProwl: He's fictional. Nobody real will die. ItsyBitsySpyers: *...Has a slightly painful thought. Pushes it far, far back in the depths of his mind.* B l u r r: [[ i think it's based on a true story tho lmfao ]] B l u r r: [[ im like 70% sure it is. I'd have to double check ]] B l u r r: [[ either that or it's based on similar cases ]] B l u r r: / sinks down into the couch more under Ravage / B l u r r: / This movie hits his emotions harder than he thought / ItsyBitsySpyers: *Ravage sniffs Blurr, mildly concerned.* Whirl: Yes. I gathered. *patiently* B l u r r: / pats Ravage / B l u r r: / he's fine / B l u r r: / just having a few memory flux moments / ItsyBitsySpyers: *Hmm. All right.* Whirl: She's a damn sight more forgiving than I'd be. Whirl: I'd just let her rot. B l u r r: Okay, but, she doesn't have a right to be angry, though B l u r r: I mean, she stole someone else's husband... Whirl: I know, right? What was she expecting? B l u r r: Seriously... FakeProwl: She has a right to be angry. Everyone has a right to be angry. They should all be angry. Whirl: That's why I'd leave her to rot. ItsyBitsySpyers: *Ravage glances at the screen and growls* FakeProwl: Except for him because he's a terrible person. B l u r r: Most of them should be dead. Airachnid: Indeed. It would make things less complicated. Whirl: Anyway, I disagree. She acts all surprised and self-righteous about him going behind her back, when there is a precedent for it. Whirl: Just plain stupidity. Whirl: Lord, he's clearly trying to trap you both, just off him. B l u r r: / ow / B l u r r: / sinks lower / ItsyBitsySpyers: //Throw it in his face.// FakeProwl: He probably encouraged her alcoholism on purpose so she'd be an unreliable witness and wouldn't be able to trust herself. FakeProwl: Some abusers do that. B l u r r: ... That other lady is useless, too. B l u r r: She didn't do anything. ItsyBitsySpyers: @Prowl: (txt): ...Seen or personal experience? Instruction: Use words "I see" or "Interesting." FakeProwl: What? B l u r r: ... Pits, I hope someone kills him. ItsyBitsySpyers: @Prowl: (txt): Statement: "some abusers do that". Soundwave: curious; does not want personal data exposed. Therefore, replace words. FakeProwl: Oh. ItsyBitsySpyers: *Please don't let this backfire. He doesn't want to be responsible for making that public if it's personal.* FakeProwl: *hold on. word substitution is hard.* FakeProwl: ... Seen. FakeProwl: *got it.* ItsyBitsySpyers: *...Okay. Okay, that's not as bad as if it were the other answer, but now he knows Prowl can't substitute words right now.* ItsyBitsySpyers: //Kill him.// Whirl: KIll him! B l u r r: Slaughter him! Whirl: What a useless piece of slag/ Whirl: HA B l u r r: Yes, good! with the wine bottle opener! Perfect symbolism! Airachnid: Good. B l u r r: / kicks a leg up for extra emphasis. Holding onto Ravage / FakeProwl: I hope the wife testifies that the ex-wife killed him in self-defense. Whirl: She probably won't. B l u r r: Ohhhh, yes!! Dig it in! Whirl: She's an idiot, and useless. FakeProwl: With her history of alcoholism and known reputation for erratic behavior she might be arrested for... FakeProwl: I think the wife is on the ex-wife's side. ItsyBitsySpyers: [[They're being arrested anyway?]] Whirl: But I guess you're right. Whirl: I'd assume that if she really was, she'd have intervened before her husband, y'know, choked her to death. FakeProwl: Yes. They killed a person. They should be taken in until the police know what has happened. B l u r r: Funny how that works... /grumbles/ Airachnid: Honestly, what do you think the cops what have done to two individuals covered in blood near a dead body? FakeProwl: *points at the movie* Released them after sorting things out. Airachnid: They would probably be poor cops if they let them go. FakeProwl: Yes. ItsyBitsySpyers: [[He thought they would not be released.]] Airachnid: Fair enough. But at least they were released. FakeProwl: Most movies have satisfying endings. FakeProwl: They're designed that way. Whirl: *streeetches* ItsyBitsySpyers: [[They are better than our old stories in that way.]] ItsyBitsySpyers: *Small leg stretch.* ItsyBitsySpyers: *Ravage mushes Blurr's face with a paw, vaguely curious. Is he finished with his strange emotions?* B l u r r: I think most stories can have satisfying ends... /tilts helm/ So long as you're the one making your own. B l u r r: / nO / B l u r r: / lifts a claw to poke this paw / Whirl: Decently put together, I suppose. *glances to Rumble sidelong; the messiness of this film's relationships and their implications weren't lost on him* Whirl: *he's trying not to be obvious that he's checking on the other mech's spirits but he is being obvious* ItsyBitsySpyers: *Rumble looks pretty down. Then again, he looked pretty down when he came in. It sort of didn't change.* FakeProwl: They shouldn't have had two humans with pale hair. ItsyBitsySpyers: *Ravage lifts his paw and chuckles, full of teeth.* Airachnid: Yes, that would have made things easier. ItsyBitsySpyers: [[Why not?]] Whirl: Honestly it just wasn't all that thrilling. It was just kind of melodramatic. FakeProwl: Humans need to have different hair, different skin, or different clothes, and if they have different clothes but the same skin and hair then they can't change their clothes. FakeProwl: I can't tell them apart if they don't do that. Whirl: /Prowl Airachnid: I've been on Earth for quite some time, and they almost all look the same to me. ItsyBitsySpyers: *He was unaware of this problem. Hmm.* Whirl: 's/ been more entertaining today than any movie. *snickers* FakeProwl: Why? Whirl: You're stating the obvious and being very blunt. ItsyBitsySpyers: [[Understandable. The Autobots' pet humans did have limited wardrobes.]] ItsyBitsySpyers: *He supposed he never had to worry about that very much.* Whirl: I dunno what medicine theyve got you on but it must be a DOOZY. FakeProwl: I'm always stating the obvious and being very blunt. Usually nobody else realizes it's obvious. Whirl: *he has assumed, this whole time, that Prowl's behavior is because he is high as balls* B l u r r: / smirks at ravage and pats helm / Whirl: You're usually a /little/ more judicious with what you say. Trust me on this. FakeProwl: Am I being less judicious? Shockbox: (( So I sort of died, apologies about that.)) Shockbox: (( Going to...ollie out of the chat now. Decent film, sleep well, all. )) Whirl: ((rest well!)) FakeProwl: ((gnight~)) Whirl: Yep. Airachnid: goodnight!)) FakeProwl: How? ItsyBitsySpyers: ((night Victor)) Airachnid: I have to say, Prowl's now attitude it's very refreshing. And amusing. Whirl: I think the shining example was overtly telling Chatterbox over here you like him. *nods to Soundwave* Whirl: I mean, we all KNOW, of course. ItsyBitsySpyers: *Whirl gets the -angriest buzz- via private message* FakeProwl: Then why is it amusing if you already know? Airachnid: I meant new rip)) Whirl: It's not JUST that, it's just... the whole shebang. FakeProwl: ... Chatterbox. Chatterbox. Whirl: *looks Soundwave's direction, pinging him back, generally nonplussed; Prowl already said it. Everyone heard it./ He's just repeating it* FakeProwl: I don't like "Chatterbox." I think it's disrespectful. Whirl: Yeah, Soundwave. As he's more commonly known. boomtank: -may need to be woken up- ItsyBitsySpyers: *Grateful ping to Prowl.* ItsyBitsySpyers: *Rumble flicks a snack at Blaster's face. Gotta cheer himself up after that movie.* Whirl: iT'S NOT your nickname. Whirl: *It's not YOUR B l u r r: [[ sorry. dealing with work drama ]] ItsyBitsySpyers: [[It's his, yes. And he dislikes them.]] ItsyBitsySpyers: [[Though that is the least objectionable one you've given him.]] FakeProwl: Yes. It's a bad nickname. Whirl: Well, you know, you could've, maybe, I don't know--told me that. Even once. Whirl: Not you, prowl, him. boomtank: -jerks slightly and sits back up- ...It's over? Whirl: The only one I know you hate is Hot Wheels/ Airachnid: It's been over. FakeProwl: I know. It's Soundwave's nickname and it's a bad one. boomtank: Oh...oops ItsyBitsySpyers: [[He stopped bothering after approximately the twentieth one he was given since his initial foray into the multiverse.]] FakeProwl: That's a lot of bad nicknames. Whirl: ...*peers* Twenty other people have called you Chatterbox? B l u r r: / right. Okay. Stretches / ItsyBitsySpyers: [[No. Several people have given him multiple names.]] ItsyBitsySpyers: [[Chatterbox is an improvement on Panda, Lollipop, and Noodles.]] Airachnid: ...panda? boomtank: -yawns and stretches- You got some strange nicknames ItsyBitsySpyers: *Minor dismissive wave.* [[Earth creatures known for a failure to reproduce.]] FakeProwl: Those are all bad nicknames. Whirl: So, okay. Let me get a straight answer out of you, Soundwave, for once--do you genuinely hate that nickname. Airachnid: Ah. Alright. FakeProwl: ... Noodles makes sense because your feelers look like noodles. Whirl: Yeah, but it's not as creative as Chatterbox. ItsyBitsySpyers: [[Strange doesn't cover it.]] ItsyBitsySpyers: [[He doesn't -hate- it. He doesn't like it. He prefers his designation. That is all.]] FakeProwl: I don't understand creativity. ItsyBitsySpyers: *Looks over at Prowl. Don't you start calling him that.* Whirl: Not everyone has the spark of an artist, Prowl. Whirl: And fine, fine. boomtank: At least you haven't been called 'Tinker Tank' by a much larger tank. FakeProwl: I have the spark of a car. ItsyBitsySpyers: *Rumble actually squawks a laugh.* Airachnid: [she's just, going to laugh] Whirl: I mean, I can't argue with that. FakeProwl: *looks back at Soundwave* Why am I being looked at. Whirl: *the nickname is officially dead* ItsyBitsySpyers: *Rumble mumbles "tinker tank" to himself before quieting again.* boomtank: ...oi B l u r r: / scritches Ravage's audio / I forgot. I have something for you. B l u r r: Before you go. ItsyBitsySpyers: [[Nothing. You wouldn't call him that,.]] Small nod, small nudge. It's all right. ItsyBitsySpyers: =What?= ItsyBitsySpyers: *And Whirl earned 200 points of respect today for killing the nickname* FakeProwl: No. I only call you your name. boomtank: -not gonna say WHO the nickname came from because he has a feeling it would not go over well- Whirl: *he legit had no idea it bothered Soundwave. He was never told* B l u r r: ... /vents and pokes Ravage's jaw/ Some snacks. Whirl: *and he's veto'd some nicknames from Smokescreen before, he sort of knows how it feels* ItsyBitsySpyers: *Sna... ohhhh. Whisper.* =Send later.= Airachnid: [she wishes she could "veto" Smokescreen's horrible nickname for her] ItsyBitsySpyers: *Blaster might as well, Rumble and Soundwave are gonna spend the rest of their life wondering* Whirl: *all you gotta do it be intimidating enough* Airachnid: [she has, he's too stupid to listen] boomtank: -Have a feeling bringing up Tarn is a Bad Idea- Airachnid: [and he knows it irritates her, and he lives to irritate] ItsyBitsySpyers: *Ohhh. Yes, no, don't do that.* Whirl: *it's not your fault. Not everyone can be as grotesquely alien as Whirl* Whirl: *it really helps bump the intimidation factor* boomtank: -Yeeeep. Gonna just...move on from that, yes?- B l u r r: / tilts helm/ Send later? Airachnid: [SHE HAS 10 LEGS, THAT SHOULD BE GROTESQUE ENOUGH] ItsyBitsySpyers: *Ravage mouths "Prowl". Don't give him dead people bits in front of a cop.* Whirl: *GET ON MY LEVEL* FakeProwl: I'm bored because the movie is over and none of you are being interesting. Airachnid: [SHE'S TRYING] Whirl: *I don't even LOOK like a Cybertronian* ItsyBitsySpyers: *Soundwave sits up. Well then.* B l u r r: / rolls optic / Whirl: Do you really want me to be interesting, Prowl? Really? Whirl: Do you understand the consequeces of that request? Airachnid: [does she? no, mecha think she's from a different planet] FakeProwl: I didn't make a request. I made a comment. FakeProwl: You shouldn't be interesting. Whirl: *snickers* FakeProwl: *points at Airachnid* Or you. *points at Blurr* Or you. B l u r r: / caCKLES/ Whirl: *outright LAUGHS* B l u r r: Oh, I'm sorry, was I supposed to be entertaining you? Whirl: We got a real rogue's gallery going on in here! ItsyBitsySpyers: *He doesn't know if he should laugh or despair* boomtank: ..... Airachnid: [she's just going to stare and laugh a bit] boomtank: Prowl? FakeProwl: Yes? ... YOU can be interesting if you want. B l u r r: / snort/ I could make this little get together REAL interesting. Whirl: *please, you've got the same general shape and a pretty face. You're pretty normal-looking* Whirl: *streeetches and nudges Rumble* Glad you could make it, mech. FakeProwl: Don't make this little get together really interesting. I'm 87% sure somebody innocent would die. ItsyBitsySpyers: //Huh? Oh. Oh, yeah. Uh. Me too.// B l u r r: K-KYAHAHAHA!! Probably! Airachnid: No one is innocent here. ItsyBitsySpyers: [[...Who in here is still innocent?]] B l u r r: / wow that's the first time he's laughed in like a month / ItsyBitsySpyers: [[This is a legitimate question.]] Whirl: Maybe Blaster. boomtank: -snorts- boomtank: Try again Whirl: *peers at him* But he looks like a renegade waiting to happen, if you ask me. B l u r r: None of you are innocent. boomtank: Already did that Whirl: The real question here is... who's the LEAST innocent? FakeProwl: Somebody innocent enough that they don't deserve the death penalty. Scorponok: [ clicks claws? ] FakeProwl: And he would probably go outside and kidnap somebody more innocent than us. Scorponok: Zzzori. Zzori is least innocent! [ bug friend defend! ] Whirl: Least innocent means the worst person in the room. The most reprehensible. Scorponok: [ confused ??? ] FakeProwl: I was replying to Soundwave's question. Whirl: I mean, you're a 'Con, so you're probably pretty reprehensible, but I don't think you're on our level. Quite yet, anyway. ItsyBitsySpyers: [[Zori has killed exactly three mechs and they were going to kill him first.]] A pause. [[And a flobster. But that was an accident.]] ItsyBitsySpyers: [[He is very innocent.]] Whirl: Yeah, if Zori were in here, he'd be the most innocent. Whirl: But he'd also absolutely not get killed. Scorponok: [ shuffles ] B l u r r: I wouldn't kill him. Airachnid: I wouldn't. Whirl: I wouldn't LET anyone. boomtank: He is the phrase 'too cute to die' B l u r r: Actually... I don't really think I'd kill any of you. Maybe. /hums/ ItsyBitsySpyers: *Soundwave pings Scorponok a thank-you for mentioning the Bug.* B l u r r: Not by choice, anyway. ItsyBitsySpyers: *...And in turn, everyone defending his not being killed.* Scorponok: [ clicks claws and shuffles over to Soundwave. Stare up at with big ol four eyes ] ItsyBitsySpyers: *Glances down. Hm yes what? Offers a servo.* FakeProwl: You can't kill me. Airachnid: [she has a weak spot for arachnid-like Cybertronian life forms] Whirl: Wait, which one of us is that aimed at? Scorponok: [ clicks claws at servo. Sad eyes ] ... [ stare at and chitter ] FakeProwl: Blurr, but it's true of all of you. Whirl: You're a hologram. FakeProwl: Yes. B l u r r: Obviously. Whirl: But technically your body is probably very vulnerable right now. FakeProwl: I'm a hologram. B l u r r: Although, finding you once proves I can just do it again. Barred you don't tattle. ItsyBitsySpyers: [[His frame is well-protected.]] Whirl: And you're also apparently high as frag. FakeProwl: That's true. I was referring to the context of this gathering. I can't be killed while I'm here. FakeProwl: I'm not high. B l u r r: No I suppose not. B l u r r: He's not high. ItsyBitsySpyers: *Soundwave pats the spot next to his other side on the couch. Scorponok can sit there.* Whirl: Obviously, he is. Scorponok: [ drags himself up on this side and still stares at Soundwave ] Whirl: I mean, he got jabbed in the eye, he's probably on some blockers or something. Scorponok: .. .Zzzzoundwave? ItsyBitsySpyers: [[Yes?]] B l u r r: ... What are blockers? B l u r r: / oh my god / Whirl: Anyway, suffice it to say--I don't thionk anyone in here has any immediate plans to kill anyone else in here. Scorponok: [ nervous shuffling of this bug ] Can zit here? For little bit? Whirl: Medicine. Cuts off your pain receptors. Can make you pretty loopy. Whirl: Doesn't work on everyone, of course. B l u r r: ... huh. B l u r r: Never got those. ItsyBitsySpyers: *Nod. Offers pats.* FakeProwl: No, I turned off my pain receptors. They haven't given me any blockers. Hook is keeping me updated on everything the doctors are doing. B l u r r: Then again, I was advised to grit and bear it. Whirl: Maybe they don't exist in your dimension. *shrugs* B l u r r: Oh, they do. B l u r r: They're just called something else, I guess. Whirl: *peers* Whirl: How would you even know? ItsyBitsySpyers: [[You were probably never given them because your timeline's doctor is a fraud and a madman.]] B l u r r: He is not... B l u r r: Okay, he might be a little bit of a fraud, but he's definitely worth his practice. Whirl: Anyway... well. Whatever you say, Prowl. *you're obviously loopy and Whirl's assuming it's medicine-related* Whirl: I don FakeProwl: Who was that question to? Whirl: t like any of your doctors, Teach. B l u r r: ... Axis isn't so bad. B l u r r: You haven't met him, though. boomtank: -right, this is more interesting to watch- Whirl: Guilty by association. B l u r r: Oh, come on. B l u r r: He's decent. ItsyBitsySpyers: [[He was not referring to Axis. He knows nothing of Axis. Yet.]] ItsyBitsySpyers: [[They are likely an improvement.]] Airachnid: [she has an excellent doctor and doesn't know the rest so is going to stay silent] Whirl: *shakes his head* It's gonna take something more than your assurance to convince ME. Whirl: I mean, yeah, you're... probably right, Soundwave. Relatively, just about anything would be an improvement. FakeProwl: *looks at Soundwave* Is anybody talking to me right now or are they talking to each other? Scorponok: [ is pat ] Scorponok: [ shifts and shuffles ] Zzzoundwave? [ clicks claws ] ItsyBitsySpyers: [[They were talking to each other.]] A pause. [[...Well, now he is talking to you.]] Whirl: Prowl, maybe you should. Take it easy. Whirl: I am talking to you know, by the way. ItsyBitsySpyers: *Soundwave looks over to Scorp. Question mark on screen.* FakeProwl: I'm taking it easy. I'm in a hospital bed. They won't let me curl up. Scorponok: [ lifts claws. Scorp wants some hug ] boomtank: Because you have something lodged in your helm B l u r r: It's not that uncomfortable once you get used to it. Airachnid: [she's watching Scorponock, it's too cute for her spark to handle] B l u r r: At least it only pierced your helm. I'm sure it would hurt so much more to have it melting off. Not that I'd know. ItsyBitsySpyers: *What is-- oh, all right. He recognizes that. His arms are a little busy, but he will give Scorponok a noodle hug.* ItsyBitsySpyers: *Call it a soft spot for deployers of any timeline.* Whirl: *Whirl is not going to comment on things related to damaged helms and levels of pain thereof* Whirl: *he has had only one very intense experience with that, obviously* Scorponok: [ noodle hug! noodle hug! Practically crawls all over Soundwave ] Scorponok: [ thuds helm on his helm. Chitter ] ItsyBitsySpyers: *Whoa, wait a minute, hold on now--Primus!* Whirl: *optic flicks sidelong to Soundwave and Scorponok, and snorts very slightly* Whirl: *it's an improvement from earlier* boomtank: -that's cute- FakeProwl: Yes. A melting helm would probably hurt more than a pierced helm. ItsyBitsySpyers: *Is SMOTHERED IN BUG because Scorponok is damn huge and he is not so much. In fact, he has probably mostly disappeared.* Whirl: *snort turns into a snicker, which blossoms into an outright laugh* Airachnid: [she may or may not be covering her mouth with her hands because she shocked by the Cute] boomtank: -hides face behind his datapad to try and muffle his laughter- B l u r r: It does hurt trust me. Scorponok: [ just curls his many little legs in and basically wraps around. Tail swish ] ItsyBitsySpyers: *A gentle noodle rearrangement of limbs to avoid poking Prowl's holoform with them.* [[Scorponok. You are... ah. Slightly too large to be one of his deployers.]] Scorponok: [ curls tail up and makes a static noise. Shuffles back and sliiides down to the ground ] Zzorry. ItsyBitsySpyers: *Thank goodness. He thought he was going to be mashed into the couch. Leans forward and pats very gently.* ItsyBitsySpyers: [[It is fine.]] Scorponok: [ rotates gears in his back and looks up at. Lil sad eyes and big sad eyes. All sad eyes. ] Scorponok: [ looks at Prowl and then Soundwave ] Zzzorry. Mizz hugz. FakeProwl: I don't miss hugs. FakeProwl: I was wrong. Now I'm thinking about hugs and I want one. Scorponok: ... [holds up claws? ] FakeProwl: I don't know you. Scorponok: ... [ 8( ] Scorponok: I know you. You here all the time. FakeProwl: We don't talk to each other. We aren't friends. Whirl: You can be around someone and still not KNOW them, mech. You don't know ME, and I've talked to you a lot more'n Prowl has. Scorponok: No, we are not friendzzz. ItsyBitsySpyers: *Well, Whirl blabbed to everyone anyway, so he'll tug the avatar closer with one arm and hold the other arm out for Scorponok to come hug. BUT JUST THE ARM.* Whirl: *PROWL BLABBED, THANK U VERY MUCH* Whirl: *WHIRL JUST REPEATED IT* FakeProwl: *he wasn't actually expecting a hug. but now he has one. that's okay. this is an okay thing.* Scorponok: ... [ chitters at Soundwave and clicks claws along his arm. He is grateful for a hug ] FakeProwl: ... I forgot that saying words sometimes causes people to react to them. Scorponok: [ but he will turn and immediately climb on Blurr's back and cling ] B l u r r: Hnnngggghhhh.../ trying to support a bug and cat / ItsyBitsySpyers: *Ravage yowls and scrambles off* B l u r r: / aw his cat pal / ItsyBitsySpyers: *He's too small to be mushed by a scorpion, damn it.* Scorponok: [ chitters at Ravage and waves claw ] Zzzorry! ItsyBitsySpyers: *Mlem mlem. Clean paw pad.* ItsyBitsySpyers: *Reabsorb scattered feline dignity.* B l u r r: / stands up as best he can with this bug on him. Hunched a bit, but pushing it / Pits... Whirl: *streeetches* All right, I need to get out of here before I feel the urge to hug someone, too. That would be frightening. B l u r r: / looks at Ravage/ Sorry, mech. He's gotten used to me carrying him around since I started joining in on some missions. Whirl: Especially for whoever I hugged. boomtank: -is just going to watch this and stay out of it- Scorponok: [ hell hug u, whirl ] Whirl: *he's not good at it, alas; he is shaped all wrong for hugs* Airachnid: [is going to climb down from the hammock, will Scorponock allow her to pet him?] ItsyBitsySpyers: *Rumble clumsily scrambles off the hammock. NO HUGS....* ItsyBitsySpyers: //Seeya, huh?// FakeProwl: I don't like that I want hugs. *he says that but he leans over and hugs Soundwave back.* Scorponok: [ he will allow pets ] ItsyBitsySpyers: *Ravage huffs and nods, then heads over to Soundwave.* boomtank: -Right. Before someone comes his way, he's gonna go now- G'night Whirl: *don't worry, Rumble, that is the general reaction Whirl expects from people* boomtank: Thanks for the movie ItsyBitsySpyers: [[Goodnight, Blaster.]] Whirl: Yep, catcha on Monday. Whirl: Gnight, losers! Whirl: *hops up and waves over his shoulder, trotting for the door* B l u r r: / waves to Whirl / Airachnid: [is secretly very excited, and does pet for a moment before waving to everyone and walking out the door] boomtank: -waves back before leaving- B l u r r: / waves at boom / ItsyBitsySpyers: [[Farewell, Airachnid.]] ItsyBitsySpyers: @Prowl: (txt): Prowl does not have to give if not wanted. boomtank: thanks for the stream, g'night!)) Scorponok: [ chitters at pet ] B l u r r: [[ night night! ]] FakeProwl: I want a hug. But I want to not want a hug. ItsyBitsySpyers: *He is confused.* ItsyBitsySpyers: (txt): What reason, split feeling? FakeProwl: I didn't want hugs before Devastator. This was put inside me. I hate it. ItsyBitsySpyers: *Oh. Ohhhhh.* ItsyBitsySpyers: (txt): ...Falsified sensory input considered? FakeProwl: Fake hugs? I had a cube that made spark signals when I was separated from the Constructicons. ItsyBitsySpyers: (txt): Cube remembered. Similar. Not telepathic. Not suggested unless wanted. Routine, patch, chip. Prowl inspected, approved, applied, controlled. ItsyBitsySpyers: (txt): Then, sensors fooled, contact not made. FakeProwl: No. The problem isn't getting hugs. The problem is that I want them. It means something inside me has been changed against my will. FakeProwl: I know it's been changed against my will. Wanting a hug reminds me. Nobody else will understand because it's foolish to be upset about not wanting hugs because most people do. ItsyBitsySpyers: (txt): Negative. If hug: unwanted, hug: unwanted. This, not own preference, however - acknowledged, understood. Repair process not yet known. Suggestion: temporary relief until found. ItsyBitsySpyers: *Thinks about his message and decides to clarify* ItsyBitsySpyers: (txt): "Own preference," Soundwave's contact desires, unrelated, unconnected. Comparison only. Not expectation reference. FakeProwl: The hug is wanted. The want for a hug is unwanted. FakeProwl: A Shockwave contacted me to offer to undo the Devastator process. He was up to something so I said no. He was probably lying. I don't trust him. ItsyBitsySpyers: (txt): Soundwave's words: unclear. Additional correction: If want for hug: unwanted. ItsyBitsySpyers: *Sits upright, interested but vaguely alarmed* ItsyBitsySpyers: (txt): What offer contents? FakeProwl: But he said getting Devastator out of my head would be the easiest part of the process. He said any mnemosurgeon can do it. I can't let a mnemosurgeon in my head. FakeProwl: But maybe Shockwave wasn't lying about that part and that means it's possible. ItsyBitsySpyers: (txt): ...Request: Do not panic. No harm intended. FakeProwl: Okay. I will try not to panic. ItsyBitsySpyers: (txt): Admission: Suggestion not alien. Cleaning, transfer result pondered before. This, discarded after first thought. Prowl's history does not support solution. FakeProwl: No. It doesn't support it. FakeProwl: And now that I know it's possible, the Constructicons know it's possible, and they'll be wary for me doing anything to attempt it. They won't let that happen. ItsyBitsySpyers: *He hates that. He hates that even if Prowl would let someone like him try, the Constructicons would probably try to meddle. He knows why they would, and he can't - he can't blame them 100%, but-- ItsyBitsySpyers: he hates that it's probably true.* FakeProwl: ... I want Devastator to be out of my head. I want to be Prowl again. FakeProwl: I'm not happy. ItsyBitsySpyers: (txt): Known. ItsyBitsySpyers: (txt): -Well- known. FakeProwl: You're trying to subtly indicate that I'm complaining and I should stop. ItsyBitsySpyers: (txt): Negative! Negative. FakeProwl: You're not? FakeProwl: Usually people emphatically say they know something if they want the person speaking to stop saying it. ItsyBitsySpyers: (txt): Negative. Acknowledging, indicating interest in Prowl want, filling verbal space. Soundwave - wants solution. Does not have. Frustrating. Thinking. FakeProwl: ... Okay. FakeProwl: I misunderstood. Socialization is difficult. I wish I was programmed better for it. FakeProwl: But then I wouldn't be programmed for calculating trajectories and that's more important. ItsyBitsySpyers: (txt): Negative. Writing, interpretation: difficult. This, shared error. FakeProwl: I'm bad at it anyway. Thank you for writing instead of thinking. I feel bad that you do that. ItsyBitsySpyers: (txt): Prowl socialization: satisfying. Soundwave pleased Prowl keeps satisfying program. FakeProwl: Not many people think my socialization is satisfying. ItsyBitsySpyers: (txt): Other mech opinions unimportant. Soundwave not their ally, friend. Writing, Soundwave's choice; would not do if Prowl contentment, safety not wanted. This, off-track. FakeProwl: I think their opinions are important. But yours is more important than theirs. Subjectively. Objectively nobody's opinions are worth anything. Only facts matter. ItsyBitsySpyers: (txt): Unhappiness wanted destroyed if possible. Will continue seeking answers, solu-- gratitude given. Subjectivity accepted. FakeProwl: Unhappiness is objectively bad. ItsyBitsySpyers: (txt): Small doses: useful. ItsyBitsySpyers: (txt): Extended experience, less. FakeProwl: It's only useful to steer one away from larger amounts of unhappiness. ItsyBitsySpyers: (txt): Contentment appreciation also increased. FakeProwl: I didn't understand that. I have to reread it. ItsyBitsySpyers: *Small nod. He'll wait.* FakeProwl: You increased your appreciation for my contentment. FakeProwl: No. FakeProwl: Unhappiness increases the appreciation for contentment. Yes. ItsyBitsySpyers: (txt): Correct. FakeProwl: I think that unappreciated contentment is better than contentment after a period of suffering. Suffering is objectively bad and contentment does not need to be appreciated. ItsyBitsySpyers: *Shakes his helm.* FakeProwl: You don't agree. Most people don't. I think most people are wrong. ItsyBitsySpyers: (txt): Not all contentment: valid. Soundwave's history proves. Small alternate perspective window, helpful. FakeProwl: That's personal contentment. I'm discussing collective contentment. If one person's contentment is founded upon the collective suffering of fifty people, then the suffering outweighs the contentment. FakeProwl: Unless that person is extremely content and those people are only slightly suffering. There's math. ItsyBitsySpyers: *Tilts his helm* ItsyBitsySpyers: (txt): Fifty content, one slight suffering not better? FakeProwl: Fifty content, one slight suffering is a lot better. FakeProwl: But one content with fifty who are mostly content and only slightly suffering is better than one who is content with fifty who are suffering a lot. ItsyBitsySpyers: (txt): Fair. ItsyBitsySpyers: (txt): Five extreme content, one extreme suffering? FakeProwl: You have to add up the contentment and subtract the suffering. FakeProwl: *tilts head* Compared to? ItsyBitsySpyers: (txt): Itself. FakeProwl: Five extreme content, one extreme suffering compared to five extreme content, one extreme suffering? ItsyBitsySpyers: (txt): Negative, taken alone. If math done, one outweighed five times. In math alone, one condemned. FakeProwl: You're asking if five extremely content, one extremely suffering is okay? ItsyBitsySpyers: *Nod.* FakeProwl: I don't know without knowing what the alternative possibilities for these six people are. FakeProwl: If the only other scenarios available to them would lead to everyone suffering extremely, this is the best possible world. FakeProwl: If the other scenarios lead to a different person suffering extremely but the same number content and suffering, it doesn't matter. FakeProwl: I can't judge the scenario without a basis for comparison. ItsyBitsySpyers: (txt): Assume basis: five suffering, one... unknown. FakeProwl: That's the comparison? Five extremely content, one extremely suffering is better. ItsyBitsySpyers: *He's basically trying to understand how Prowl maths out his own existence. Don't mind him.* FakeProwl: Even if the unknown is extremely content, five content and one suffering is still better. ItsyBitsySpyers: (txt): ...Polite permanent disagreement offered, in case: Prowl. This, expected; Soundwave not known rule follower. ItsyBitsySpyers: (txt): Will continue search. FakeProwl: What are you searching for? FakeProwl: And why are you disagreeing? Do you think a disproportionate number of people should suffer so that I'll be content? ItsyBitsySpyers: (txt): Repairs. That, known. FakeProwl: Oh. Yes. FakeProwl: ... The example was the Constructicons. ItsyBitsySpyers: *Nod.* FakeProwl: That's different. There are not merely six of us in the whole universe. They use their contentment to hurt others. When they can form Devastator, they cause suffering. FakeProwl: If I made the galaxy better by being part of them then I wouldn't want to change. I would be happy to suffer. But I'll lose my ability to help people if I become more like them. ItsyBitsySpyers: (txt): Then this, return to 50:1 statement? FakeProwl: Maybe I'm being selfish. Maybe I'm justifying my own desire to not be part of them. FakeProwl: Yes. If fifty were made content by one suffering, that would be okay. FakeProwl: But if fifty will suffer unless five suffer, then the five should suffer so the fifty don't. FakeProwl: The five are the Constructicons and the fifty are other people and the one is me. FakeProwl: Devastator is evil. The Constructicons are evil. I think they're sociopaths. I don't know if "socipath" is a real term anymore. Do psychopathologists still use "sociopath"? ItsyBitsySpyers: (txt): Noted. Ideal: All numbers content. If not possible, priority rating applied. That, end decision. ItsyBitsySpyers: (txt): What selfishness, freedom? Negative. Prowl chained without permission. Justification pre-existing. FakeProwl: I try not to priority rate people. But I do anyway. I have to factor their prioritizations out of my math and I don't always succeed. People suffer when I fail to be objective about my friends. ItsyBitsySpyers: (txt): Psychopathologist term use not known. No psychopathologists known. ... Correction: Rung recorded, never encountered. FakeProwl: It's selfish if my being chained improves the general quality of life of others and I want to stop being chained anyway. FakeProwl: I've known psychopathologists. I hate psychopathologists. ItsyBitsySpyers: (txt): Soundwave knows priority rating exists, accepts. Uses throughout function. Judgment not passed. Selfishness, original chainer property. Not Prowl's. ItsyBitsySpyers: (txt): ...Prowl, Rung's patient? FakeProwl: No, I'm not his patient. I think Rung is an okay psychopathologist. I avoid him. I don't like shrinks. Someday one's going to lock me up. ItsyBitsySpyers: (txt): ...Processing error. What done, others not also guilty? FakeProwl: I don't understand the question. ItsyBitsySpyers: (txt): Statement [][][]Someday one's going to lock me up[][][] reason not understood. Majority damaged, war criminals. ItsyBitsySpyers: (txt): All population cannot be imprisoned. FakeProwl: Oh. No, I'm going to be locked up because a shrink is going to decide I'm ill-equipped to cope with the real world by myself. ItsyBitsySpyers: *He leans back a little bit.* FakeProwl: What? ItsyBitsySpyers: (txt): Prowl's certainty: unusual. Assum... *No, he doesn't make those.* Calculation, promise, known fact? Where sourced? ItsyBitsySpyers: (txt): Cannot believe statement. FakeProwl: In Petrex. I've had a therapist. He didn't let me live. I couldn't escape. But I got out. I'll be okay if nobody analyzes me too thoroughly. FakeProwl: All I have to do is be normal enough that shrinks will skim over me and say I'm normal enough. ItsyBitsySpyers: (txt): Hold. FakeProwl: *holds Soundwave* ItsyBitsySpyers: (txt): ...Apology. Better word: pause. FakeProwl: I don't know if I can pause. ItsyBitsySpyers: (txt): Clarification: Soundwave uncertain if this, allowed material. ItsyBitsySpyers: (txt): Questions permitted? FakeProwl: No. This is very not allowed material. I shouldn't be talking about it. ItsyBitsySpyers: (txt): Understood. ItsyBitsySpyers: *And now he's BURNING WITH CURIOSITY about this "didnt let me live" stuff, but. BUT.* ItsyBitsySpyers: *With a massive internal wrenching of his focus, manages to scrabble for and latch on to the first something else that passes by* FakeProwl: *"latch on to the first something else that passes by" is what Prowl's been doing all night* ItsyBitsySpyers: *Apparently, given the reaction to the word "hold"* ItsyBitsySpyers: (txt): ...Prowl would like repaint when sentence complete? ItsyBitsySpyers: *He said this was his preferred frame appearance. Soundwave doesn't know why he hasn't at least changed color.* FakeProwl: I don't know. The Constructicons like me to be green. I try not to think about why I didn't change it back to white before I got home. I think I'm using excuses to stay green. I'm scared. ItsyBitsySpyers: (txt): Red, green accents considered? Prowl has more white, Constructicons not given full reaction reason? FakeProwl: I think that would look bad. I think I look bad now. ItsyBitsySpyers: (txt): Proposed color scheme not best. However... *Soundwave sort of gestures to himself. He looks funny with all his minis on, don't forget.* FakeProwl: What? *he doesn't understand the gesture* FakeProwl: You shouldn't be green either. ItsyBitsySpyers: *Soft huff* FakeProwl: You look good in blue. ItsyBitsySpyers: (txt): Negative, negative. Not green. Soundwave multicolored when deployers docked. Others do not comment. Soundwave-- ItsyBitsySpyers: *Good work, you threw him off.* FakeProwl: And I like the laugh you do. The—exhale. ItsyBitsySpyers: (txt): Grateful. Soundwave owns col--  *AGAIN.* ItsyBitsySpyers: (txt): Prowl: generous. Soundwave aware this, injury side effect. Appreciated regardless. FakeProwl: You're welcome. ItsyBitsySpyers: *Considers a light headbump. Decides this is not wise. Will, however, lift a hand to his mask if he's allowed and just let it sit there.* FakeProwl: *that hand is not going to move from Soundwave's mask* ItsyBitsySpyers: *Good. He likes it there, anyway.* (txt): Original point: Prowl can own color scheme. Worst scenario: minor commentary expected until novelty decreased. Unimportant. FakeProwl: But it's different. You like all the people who ride on your frame. ItsyBitsySpyers: (txt): ...Secondary point, personal: Prowl: incorrect. Paint ignored, Prowl: attractive. *Look, if he's getting them, it' s only fair he gives at least one.* FakeProwl: I'm too big. I'm bulky. FakeProwl: I'm supposed to look like this. *gestures at his hologram* ItsyBitsySpyers: (txt): This, true. Cannot regain prior frame unless separation succeeds. ItsyBitsySpyers: (txt): However, Prowl not big, heavy, bulky. FakeProwl: I could get my frame replaced. But then I wouldn't be able to combine. So I'd just suffer. ItsyBitsySpyers: (txt): Astrotrain: big. Shockwave: heavy. Revived Prime: bulky. Prowl, small. Only car. Soundwave can lift. FakeProwl: I'm not as big and heavy and bulky as them but I am for a car. I can feel it. I want to feel small again. FakeProwl: I would like it if you lifted me. When we can see each other in person again. ItsyBitsySpyers: *Thinks Prowl isn't really bigger than when -he- used to be a vehicle, but... he supposes it would be like when he accidentally got saddled with that old frame recently.* ItsyBitsySpyers: *It didn't Fit Right anymore. Too big. Too slow.* ItsyBitsySpyers: *Nuzzles that hand a bit.* FakeProwl: ... We can see each other in person again right now. ItsyBitsySpyers: (txt): If wanted, Soundwave carries Prowl now. FakeProwl: I'm wrong. You can see me in person. I can't see you. Except as a blur. ItsyBitsySpyers: (txt): ...If doctors allow. FakeProwl: I don't think I want to be lifted right now. FakeProwl: But I want you to be in my room. ItsyBitsySpyers: (txt): Then Soundwave will carry out of hospital when Prowl: repaired. ItsyBitsySpyers: ((there should've been another 'when' before 'out')) FakeProwl: ((i was legit about to reply to soundwave carrying prowl out of the hospital)) ItsyBitsySpyers: ((...well, i mean, he CAN if you want)) FakeProwl: ... When I'm out of the hospital we won't be able to be in the same room anymore. FakeProwl: Proving I'm not a terrorist who hates peace is slow. ItsyBitsySpyers: *Damn. That's right.* ItsyBitsySpyers: (txt): Very well. Soundwave goes to room, will carry when first met after sentence lifted. ItsyBitsySpyers: (txt): This, promised. FakeProwl: Okay. That sounds good. ItsyBitsySpyers: *Nods. It won't be any good being in the room while Prowl is distant though, so he should probably get to flickering.* FakeProwl: ... Are you waiting for something? *give him a second.* Oh. I should leave. Goodbye. FakeProwl: *flicker flicker* ItsyBitsySpyers: *Off this ship like a flash. Will be in the room in a couple of minutes.*

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[generationphotoandgift]

Ceremony:  Bell Chapel United Methodist Church Steubenville, OH

Reception: Mountaineer Casino, Racetrack and Resort, New Cumberland, WV

Make Up:  Hairway to Heaven Wintersville, OH

Hair:  Hairway to Heaven Wintersville, OH

Florist:  Ashley at Simply Sweet Cakes Wellsville, OH

Baker:  Ashley at Simply Sweet Cakes Wellsville, OH

Entertainment: Soundwaves Event Group and Steven Vance from Electric Violins Pittsburgh, PA 

Colors: Purple & Silver

Honeymoon: Bahamas

In business, you can spent a small or large fortune on advertising, regularly post, tweet, share on social media and buy ad space in just about anywhere, but in all those advertising dollars that are spent with you get as much business as word of mouth. In the case of Chris and Jenna, I photographed the wedding of Chris’ sister, Lindsay. There is nothing on this planet that I love more than photographing the weddings of previous client’s family. I didn’t even need to meet with the bride and groom or have a single detail regarding this wedding in order to tell you that it was going to be amazing! Lindsay’s wedding was filled with unique and special moments and every single detail was flawless, I expected nothing less when it came to the wedding of Jenna and Chris.  

I am a total crazy lunatic about details of weddings, I don’t know why, I don’t know how, but my husband and my mom make fun of me…I can most likely tell you details of weddings I’ve photographed decades ago, seriously! In a large portion I can tell you their dates, colors, the weather, photos and special moments maybe not the bridesmaid/ groomsmen names but just about anything else. My brain, my memory, remembers in wedding LOL. Upon booking the wedding of Jenna and Chris, I couldn’t wait to get home to tell my husband who’s wedding we would be photographing. I told him, you know Lindsay Haught??? He gave me his best deer in the headlights stare and I said, you know the dry ice on the dance floor first dance and the awesome father daughter dance medley, the pretty blonde who looks just like her mom, the sweet, hilarious grandmother? You know!!! I didn’t need to say anymore, once details are laid out for him he always vividly remembers just as I do.  

We did Chris and Jenna’s engagement session in October 2016 and I knew instantly that this couple was not only gorgeous and photogenic but they are genuine, sweet and truly comfortable in their own skin as well as with one another. Since they had booked their wedding nearly two years prior to their wedding day, I had plenty time to get super excited for their wedding day.

We arrived for pre-ceremony coverage on a gorgeous June day in 2018 and captured a few photos of the Bride getting ready at the salon and proceeded quickly to the church for the remainder of the coverage. We always like to photograph the details of the couple’s wedding day, starting with pre-ceremony and the shoes, jewelry, garter, flowers, etc of the bride’s attire. This is the moment to which we were able to get our first glimpse of the absolutely stunning dress that would accent Jenna’s beauty on that day. There are no words for how gorgeous this dress is. Just a few weeks prior to Chris and Jenna’s wedding, another amazing couple happened to get married as well, in a very public and amazing display, while Jenna didn’t quite have the same world stage as Megan, she was an absolute queen in that dress. The beading, the train, the sleeves, the color, the detail in that dress had me breathless and in awe, it truly made me want to get married all over again. (with the same person of course haha) It never fails to get me choked up and completely humbled to see the support that each and every one of my brides receives, Jenna has an amazing supportive group of friends, who all took part equally in helping to get her ready but the bond that I was able to witness between her and her mom and sister was humbling. I have always longed for a sister, I find that bond to be so awesome. I have my brother who I am close with but age difference has always made me more motherly. (We are 11 years apart and my mom says I’m harder on him than she is, well I’ll take particle credit for what an incredible person he has become then as well LOL) I have been so blessed to say that my “Someday sister in law” Maggie and I have gotten closer and closer over the course of the relationship she has with my brother, I adore her and I am excited to one day have her as a member of the Johnston family. I truly believe that Jenna is blessed with an incredible family but she has married into an equally amazing one as well, their blessings are endless as I can see the way that Cindy and Lindsay, Callie and her mom, Barb look at her.

One of the huge bonus factors of pre-ceremony coverage at the ceremony location is that you have easy access to both the bride and groom, so we were simply able to walk over and get photos of Chris and the groomsmen as well as his family done quickly and easily.

We proceeded to the room where Chris was getting ready and captured photos of a family I was blessed to meet nearly 4 years ago at Lindsay’s wedding but with the sweetest little addition you will ever meet.

I also have to share this moment, now I will admit it took me until the ceremony to put this together, but Chris and Lindsay have a cousin, Matt and his beautiful wife Stephanie, they are incredibly close and this couple was in both weddings and Matt was the best man at this wedding. At Lindsay’s wedding Stephanie was pregnant and we took a few adorable, special photos with her and her baby to be. At the altar as we were taking family portraits and did one with Stephanie and Matt it dawned on me that this little man I’ve been photographing as the ring bearer at Chris and Jenna’s wedding is the tiny little bump I “met” 4 years ago at Lindsay and Chris’s wedding(Lindsay’s husband is also named Chris). WHOA! Mind blown! This little man is absolutely adorable and so incredibly well behaved.

Speaking of adorable, seriously can’t get over how beautiful this couple is. I love how they are so natural in front of the camera, Chris has a perfect smile and those dimples, do I need to say more? Jenna, there are no words for your beauty, you are flawless.

Let’s get these two married!!! The ceremony was short and sweet and full of love. This is the church that Chris grew up in and it always brings a tear to my eye to photograph a wedding where the pastor truly knows the bride and groom, recalls familiar stories, childhood antidotes and a kindness and comfort level that is unmatched in other venues.

Following the ceremony we did altar photos with the families of Chris and Jenna and then we immediately proceeded to Williams Country Club in Weirton, WV for photos with the bridal party as well as portraits of the bride and groom. To say that this venue was perfect is an understatement. We had tons of options here with the stone home, wide open fields, stunning overlook and gorgeous weather.

At the reception, I was excited to see the space, as it was completely transformed and completely Chris and Jenna! Lovely purple uplighting, enormous jaw dropping gorgeous cake and all the details that made this space perfect.

The bridal party entered the reception and the bride and groom cut the cake, immediately followed by sweet, heartfelt and funny speeches give by Matt the best man and Callie, Jenna’s sister and matron of honor. (Can I just say, Cali I need some tips girl, I can’t even fathom how you look so darn amazing after JUST having a baby! )

Dinner was complete and cookie table revealed, it’s time for some very dancing, beginning with Chris and Jenna, followed by Jenna and her Bruce and Chris and his Cindy.

To say I didn’t have a favorite moment of the day at this wedding is a complete and utter lie, I love ALL of the moments of their wedding day. Just as in love and life, it is not one big defining moment that matters most, its all the small moments, the little things that matter. In my life its not the grand gestures that my husband does that mean the most, its 1000 little ones. It’s the card for no reason, the fact that without fail he “sets up” my coffee in the morning so all I have to do is hit the start button, it’s the fact that he wants to give Gabe a bath to give me a minute to decompress or chat with my girl Addi, it’s the fact that I typically go to bed before him but he always texts me to ask if I need anything, its when he goes away on business trips and leaves me a scavenger hunt of post it notes to find each day until he returns. When photographing Chris and Jenna’s wedding, I knew it would be an amazing day, surrounded by amazing people, but what made this day stand out are a million little things. The fact that Jenna has this gorgeous pair of shoes that at the end of the day would have left her in pain, possibly blistered and bleeding, what did she wear??? The perfect pair of beige booties with “something Blue” soles. I knew from that moment when she told me what she was actually wearing, that this was my kind of girl! I am a softball playing, laid back, hair and make up done only if I have to, converse wearing, comfy clothes a must kind of girl, Jenna, I feel you on those shoes girl!  

Moments that rocked me, Cindy seeing her mom, Cindy walking down the aisle at both her daughter and her son’s weddings, Cindy dancing with her son, Cindy cuddling with her mom, watching the joyous union of her son and now daughter in law. Cindy, I am a contagious crier. I have attended weddings where no one cried and it makes me question everything LOL. I see Lindsay and Cindy tear up and its all over for me. I was standing at the end of the aisle waiting for the bridesmaid and Bride to walk down that aisle, I cried when Cindy came down and I cried when I glanced over to her still in tears, in fact I think I possibly made Barb cry when I saw her and passed on my contagious crying. I love everything about this. You wear your heart on your sleeve, you are sweet, kind and I always leave the presence of a Haught family event, whether it be an engagement, a wedding or a session with my lil buddy X-Man and I feel truly, truly blessed to have met you all.

As many of you may know, my Dad’s health despite being incredibly active and healthy, has not been great. Heart attacks, strokes, parathyroid surgery x 2, so I can understand the moment that this photo was taken. My dad had his heart attack at 47, approximately one year prior to my wedding, those moments in the hospital, weeks and months and years of recovery and lifestyle changes, I truly was not sure if my Dad would be there to walk me down the aisle. Thankfully my Dad is incredibly proactive about his health, his diet, his body and working out because i. So as Cindy’s mom had recently had some health issues, I know at this moment that Cindy’s embrace, her tears, her comfort and recognition is 100% her being in the moment. These are the moments that I love, I live for, my favorites to capture. The raw, intense emotion of a photograph can show exactly what is going on in that moment without a single word.  

The first dance of this bride and groom was like a dream, they laughed, they locked eyes, they were engaged and focused on one another, all the while this lovely clouded effect swirled around them and made for the perfect moment. The comfort level that these two have is simply the effect of many years together, growing together, loving each other, holding one another dear and at the forefront of your thoughts and actions. Its humbling to witness, the older I get the more I look at my couple as young people figuring this thing call life out together. I was married at 25 and I thought I had it all figured out. We were old enough to make all these really impactful decisions about life or so I thought, we have endured some really difficult things, lost loved ones who we hold dear now and always, I am now 37 and look back and think, dang I didn’t know a darn thing but you know what, there is not a single person on this planet that I would like to journey through life with. The term better half never sits well with me, my husband is my partner, my equal, my rock. I can lean on him and vice a versa, he is kind, compassionate and caring, even as I type this, those words seem so generic for the man that my husband is. When I photograph a wedding I can tell you by the end of their day whether they have the skills, the perseverance, the tools, the backbone for marriage. Chris and Jenna, they have it. They have incredible examples of love, relationships in order to emulate. They have the comfort level, the openness, the foundation for an amazing journey.

I am truly in wonder of motherhood, of what a woman’s body is capable of and particularly a new mom. Callie is the perfect example of this amazing concept, a new mom of one of the most stunning little ladies I have ever seen, a head full of dark hair and the most perfect skin. She was an amazing support system for her little sister on one of the biggest days of her life. Anything that I asked of her, helping with belts, jewelry, earrings, train, throwing the veil, speeches…I assume as her daughter is so young that not too many hours of sleep are taking place, yet she was enthusiastically helping Jenna each and every step of the way.

My final favorite moment of the day well all the wee ones at this wedding of course! You have all been to weddings, I’m sure where the cranky flower girl or strong willed ring bearer has reluctantly gone down the aisle. There are no words for the behavior of the children at this wedding. I’m not even kidding if I wasn’t a studious photographer who obnoxiously detail oriented, I may have forgotten that they were even there. I never heard a peep during the ceremony, the family portraits, the alternate location, the reception. I have seriously considered looking into trophies for Flower Girls and Ring Bearers of the year.

I cannot let this moment pass without acknowledging ridiculously cute these two are & their mamas too! Seriously???? CUTENESS OVERLOAD! Those head phones…I can’t.

I can capture many things in a photograph, I can capture the feeling of love, the embrace, the first kiss but none of these photos will ever express MY feelings for the people that I am honored to photograph.  I am invested in the life, the lives, the love of each and every one of my clients. It is clients like the Haught family that I get the distinct pleasure of photographing multiple times that pull at my heart strings with an intense velocity that I can hardly put into words. Watching their family grow and evolve, witnessing the love between Cindy and Rich, Lindsay and Chris, Jenna and Chris, Bruce and Barb is truly a gift, capturing it is an honor and  having them in my life is a blessing. No one really knows where this journey called life will take you Chris and Jenna, but I do know that it will always include the two of you, together, hand in hand.

No words, no poem, no song could be more perfect for the two of you, than this one.

I found a love for me Darling just dive right in And follow my lead Well I found a girl beautiful and sweet  I never knew you were the someone waiting for me 'Cause we were just kids when we fell in love

Not knowing what it was I will not give you up this time But darling, just kiss me slow, your heart is all I own And in your eyes you're holding mine

Baby, I'm dancing in the dark with you between my arms Barefoot on the grass, listening to our favorite song When you said you looked a mess, I whispered underneath my breath But you heard it, darling, you look perfect tonight

Well I found a woman, stronger than anyone I know She shares my dreams, I hope that someday I'll share her home I found a love, to carry more than just my secrets To carry love, to carry children of our own We are still kids, but we're so in love Fighting against all odds I know we'll be alright this time Darling, just hold my hand Be my girl, I'll be your man I see my future in your eyes

Baby, I'm dancing in the dark, with you between my arms Barefoot on the grass, listening to our favorite song When I saw you in that dress, looking so beautiful I don't deserve this, darling, you look perfect tonight

Baby, I'm dancing in the dark, with you between my arms Barefoot on the grass, listening to our favorite song I have faith in what I see Now I know I have met an angel in person And she looks perfect I don't deserve this You look perfect tonight

 -Ed Sheeran

[aldecaver]

I should animate Rodimus for him later

#I’ll make him spin #I decided to become pro animator for the plot and no one can stop me now #soundwave is my baby girl and no one can take him away from me #maccadam #transformers #decepticons #tf #robots #art #robot #tfp #2d animation #animation #fan animation #transformers animation #work in progress #tfp soundwave #tf soundwave #transformers soundwave #soundwave

[shikai-the-storyteller]

Cyberverse watch! Episodes 1-10

EPISODE 1

Bee you are ADORABLE

The cartoons always seem to start off in the middle of a desert huh

Lmao this is mean but imagine if bee missed the ju-- OH NO I WAS JUST KIDDING BEE

BUMBLEBEE IM SO SORRY I WAS JUST KIDDING, I SHOULDN”T HAVE MADE THAT JOKE

Gosh I’m so glad Windblade seems like one of the main three, like, she’s one of the main people in the intro and everything

Oh man we’re getting right into the bakstory huh

THERE”S TINY PERCY

“We couldn’t be sure if it’d actually work” Windblade says as she jumps through it without any concern or sense of self-preservation

AW SHE HUGGED BEE Windblade is so cute

IS THAT...SKYWARP

It’s so hard to tell the seekers apart

AW MAN I LOVE WINDBLADE’S SWORD And I love that her wings are retractable that’s so cool

STINGER that’s a new ability for ol’ Bee

OH THAT”S THUNDERCRACKER alrighty, sorry bud, I always think you should be green for some reason

JEEZ LOUISE WINDBLADE THAT CORTICAL PSYCHIC PATCH

I wonder if Windblade is still a Cityspeaker in this show :O

oh ANNNND THAT”S THE END OF THAT EPISODE man I forgot they were only 11 minutes. Alright, what the heck, let’s do some more

EPISODE 2

Alright I’m pretty sure that pretty purple seeker isn’t Skywarp but  idk what her name is yet

Aw grumpy Bee is cute

HER FANS JUST FLEW OFF???? WE’RE JUST PLAYING FAST AND LOOSE WITH THESE DESIGNS HUH I gotta say I’m a fan

“I’m going to create a distraction while you--” *camera zooms out to show Bee’s wandered off* I LOVE THEM

Yeah Windblade may not be a Cityspeaker in this series but she’s definitely a babysitter lmao, poor gal

OH SHE IS A CITYSPEAKER THAT”S AWESOME I wasn’t sure if they’d keep that part of her backstory :’) I’m so glad

Awww they hugged again :’)))) Windblade and Bee’s friendship is so cute!!

AAWW AND AGAIN!!! GOSH I LOVE THEM “We were friends once” “We still are” WEEPS!!!!

EPISODE 3

Windblade: BUMBLEBEE STOP DRIVING SO BADLY IM TRYING TO MONOLOGUE

Windblade: I’m going to plug into your brain with this cortical psychic patch and access your memories Bumblebee: I don’t believe this woman’s ever gone to medical school

Lmao way to sum things up Bee

TRIFORCE CUBE ALLSPARK

I wonder if the Allspark swallowed up / locked away his memories AH and as soon as I started typing that some weird glowing stuff started happening lmao

Ah and there’s Starscream, the dork

Man had Saling not warned me about Peter Cullen not voicing Optimus I would’ve been totally caught off-guard by that. Man, I hope Mr. Cullen is doing ok

I DON”T KNOW WHY BUT MEGATRON SAYING “AHAHA OPTIMUS PRIME” MADE ME LAUGH SO HARD

STARSCREAM TOOK OFF HIS WINGS AND THREW THEM WTF

LMAO SHE JUST TRIPPED HIM OFF A LEDGE #Get rekt Starscream

SCARY LADY WHO THE HECK IS THAT

SOUNDWAVE

MY BOY!!! IT”S HIM THERE HE IS!!! I JUST GASPED

SOUNDWAVE I LOVE YOU SO MUCH!!! YOU”RE DOING SO GOOD

OH MAN AND HE CAN TALK???? SOUNDWAVE BABY BOY!!!!!

OUCH poor Optimus

Optimus: Good thing I was a pitcher in my middle school’s football league *chucks Allspark through the space bridge*

EPISODE 4

That Allspark looks so much like a dice....I wonder what would happen if they rolled a nat 20 on it lmao

GRIMLOCK??????

WHEELJACK?????

lmao wheeljack looks like such a dork I love him

OH MY GOSH IS THAT CHROMIA??? SCREW THESE GUYS, THERE”S MY GIRL!!!!

Lmao I love that Windblade’s essentially “Kingdom Hearts: Chain of Memories”-ing Bee’s memories

Optimus: Meet back here in 20 astrocycles Grimlock: Sure thing! *whispers to bee* What the heck is an astrocycle Bee: *Shrugs*

Bee: I don’t know, but this place is the pits I LOVE HIM?????

It’s so weird hearing “intellectual” Grimlock lmaooo

Bee: *grumbles* Optimus would’ve thought that was a funny joke YOU ARE PRECIOUS

Optimus: Bee, watch your footing, the ground is starting to shake Bee: Thank you for that wonderful observation, Captain Obvious

Those bugs are making such cute sounds as they attack them that’s so cute

Aw Optimus, you’re such a good guy, what a sweetheart

Dang, they have a lot of autobots on that ship

UH THEY SHOULD LEAVE AT LEAST ONE PERSON AWAKE

EPISODE 5

Aw man the snow and mountain background in this episode look so pretty

WHY IS BEE HOLDING A GOAT SO CUTE

Bee: They were very kind. They took me in as one of their own WHY! ARE! YOU! SO! PRECIOUS!!!!!

Windblade: You want a what? What is a food processor? THEY”RE SO CUTE!!! GOSH I LOVE THEM 

oh man the backgrounds on this show are absolutely beautiful

Man, you know what it’s so frickin cool that Windblade’s essentially the main character of the show (plus Bee, but mostly her) :’)

“I thought they left all the useless bots on Cybertron” “Clearly not, if you’re here” OH SNAP

Bee’s just sitting on the ship watching bad human TV while Windblade’s off risking her life lmao, I love him

Slipstream is such a moron, why would you throw a flier off a CLIFF

SHE”S A FLIER

I love how Windblade says “Ugh, I was attacked” as if it’s just an inconvenience and not a huge deal

EPISODE 6

OHHH IS THIS GLADIATOR MEGATRON

YEAHHHH IT IS

AHHHHHH BEE HIGH-FIVED SHOCKWAVE, THAT”S SO CUTE I was wondering what the context was behind that

OH MAN THERE’S ARCEE AND RATCHET

AHHH AND THERE”S SOUNDWAVE They’re all standing beside him!

MEGATRON JUST SAID “TIL ALL ARE ONE” IM CRACKING UP

Optimus: I do not intend to start a fight Bee: What if he doesn’t listen? Optimus: He will listen to me 8′((((( and so it begins </3

Lmao also:  Optimus: I don’t intend to start a fight Optimus two seconds later: *chucks a bot*

OH MAN SHOCKWAVE LOOKS SO INTIMIDATING I LOVE THAT

“The file clerk is here to air his grievances” OHH it’s interesting to see what sort of backstory they’re giving Optimus in this universe

Megatron: You are wasting your time Optimus: It is never a waste of time to speak to an old friend I AM CLUTCHING MY CHEST,  YOU GUYS ARE KILLING ME RN

GOSH THIS IS THE MOST DRAMATIC BREAKUP EVER THIS IS KILLING ME IM SO SAD

That one lady Decepticon: *grabs onto Bee and flips him over her head* Me: *CONFLICTED HEART EYE EMOJI????*

SOUNDWAVE!!! IM LOVE YOU!!!! I LOVE YOU I LOVE YOU!

GOSH I AM RENDERED INCAPABLE OF COHERENT THOUGHT OR SPEECH WHEN HE COMES ONSCREEN

Bee: Megatron may have torn out my voicebox, but he can’t keep me from talking. I love to talk! Talk talk talk talk.... Windblade: *laughs* Shut up! *weeps into my hands* This friendship is so wholesome

EPISODE 7

AW Decepticon ships have pong on their ships that’s adorable

What is the deal with this cube...is it a person....

AW IS THIS THEIR FIRST MEETING, THAT”S SO ADORABLE, gosh, what a dorky way for Windblade and Bee to meet

IT”S A SPORT OH MY GOSHHHH that’s amazing, I don’t think I’ve ever seen any sort of Cybertronian sports, that’s so cool! I always wondered what kind of sports / games they’d be into

lmao Starscream is so unimpressed with Windblade for liking the game

Ahh Windblade’s taller than him! That’s so cool!

LMAO Bee: You seem different. You’re not like other jets

GOSH THIS EPISODE IS LITERALLY MEAN GIRLS BUT WITH GIANT ROBOTS THIS IS HILARIOUS

Lmao yeah Starsream, because no one’s going to notice the cube is suddenly red instead of blue

AW NEITHER OF THEM REMEMBER HOW TO PLAY CUBE that’s adorable

EPISODE 8

Ugh, there really aren’t any good places to watch episode 8 so I’m watching it all broken up

YO VELOCITRON EXISTS IN THIS UNIVERSE NICEEEE It’s so cool seeing the colony planets!!

YO VELOCITRON LOOKS SO C

OH MY GOSH THERE’S HOT ROD!!!! I LOVE HIM OH MY GOSH BLURR IS HERE TOO!!!!

HOT ROD!!!! RODDY!!! YOU SOUND SO CUTE I LOVE YOU!!!!

Wait wtf is that evil wheeljack??? WHO IS THAT oh wait Plague of Rust??? that doesn’t sound great

“HOT DOG”

I really like Bee’s voice ahhhh he got such a great voice actor

Hot Rod and Blurr’s banter is so fun, that’s really great, and Bee’s like an excitable little kid!!! I love him!!!!

Blurr you stupid twunk, you gotta get out of there THAT RUST IS SPREADING SO FAST

OH NO HIS WHEEL GOT SOME RUST ON IT

OH SHOOT THEY’RE REALLY GONNA KILL BLURR HUH

DANG DUDE WELL OK THEN

EPISODE 9

Nicccce good friends sparring

WHO IS THIS CREEPY MULTIPLE EYED GIRL oh her name is Shadow Striker

*MEANINGFUL SILENCE AT THE WAY THEY STRUNG OPTIMUS UP*

“Ugh, I don’t even like being alone in the room with him” “I don’t like being left alone with you!” LMAO

Bee is so cute, he’s trying to psych himself up

LMAO THE GUARDS ARE TALKING ABOUT THEIR PREFERENCES AND THEIR BOSS that’s so cute what losers

AW MAN I thought Bumblebee was gonna hug Optimus that would’ve been cute

There’s so many seekers in this series!

Man I wasn’t sure what I’d think of Cyberverse but I’m really enjoying myself! It’s such a cute heartwarming show!

...I say, right as Shadow Striker attempts to do a murder / suicide thing with Bumblebee

“What’s your problem with me?!” I MEAN YOU DID BLOW HER UP BUMBLEBEE, CAN YOU BLAME HER FOR BEING MAD

EPISODE 10

Epic space battle! 

BEE YOU DON”T HAVE A SPACE-FARING ALT MODE WHAT ARE YOU DOING

MACCADAMS

THAT”S...DEFINITELY NOT HOW I THOUGHT THAT WAS PRONOUNCED

RIP buff Rung theory, you will be sorely missed

RATCHET!!! GOSH HE DOES SOUND LIKE A WEIRD NEW YORKER that’s an interesting take on his voice! I wonder how they decided on that

SOUNDWAVE!!! SOUNDWAVE I LOVE YOU SO MUCH I WOULD DIE FOR YOU!!! AND HE EVEN HAS BACKUP DANCERS!!! Of course the crowd is going wild for him

AW MEGATRON AND OPTIMUS *whispers* datenight

WHEELJACK AND SHOCKWAVE AW THAT”S SO CUTE They’re both dorky science nerds / proud papas to the shocklets and OH MY GOSH DID SHOCKWAVE JUST LAUGH THAT”S SO CUTE

Gosh I love seeing the bots talking about sports that’s adorable

MACCADAM IS TALKING ABOUT THE FUTURE goshhh. I still see buff Rung but actually getting to meet Maccadam is pretty neat

DEADLOCK AHHH aw he’s so timid!! I love him :’) 

CHROMIA!!! I LOVE HER!!! And aww she’s making the same argument she does in the comic

OH NO DEADLOCK POOR GUY what a sweetheart, he’s just out here doing his best 

YOOOO MACCADAM THAT”S SICK AS HELL, IM SCREAMING

THIS DUDE DEFINITELY TAKES AFTER HIS PAPA RUNG

I need to draw Mac and Rung together, I NEED to see them hanging out

“To friendship” AW THAT”S SO PRECIOUS GOSHHHH

I CAN”T WAIT TO SEE MORE OF THIS SHOW I LOVE IT

#i talk #primordial robot hell #I'm watching Transformers #cyberverse spoiler #Idk if I need to tag for that #MAN I WENT FROM ''hmm this show seems nice'' to ''THIS IS THE CUTEST THING EVER'' #I'm watching Cyberverse

[verdigrisprowl]

Feb 1 Blurr’s Horror Stream - A Series of Unfortunate Events 4-6

Prowl is still enjoying this show a lot and wishes everybody talked like this.

(After the stream he went home with Soundwave to play with dominos.)

Welcome to the 'speedxstealer' room. The chat room has been cleared by the moderator. Malika: ((Omg, I forgot this website exist XD)) Roadbuster: (( OH IVE NEVER SEEN THIS WEBSITE BEFORE!)) B l u r r: [[ HIIII ]] Malika: ((THE WHOLE FAMILY IS HERE-))+ Roadbuster: (( Mali u can sit in Roadie's lap or on his shoulder)) Malika: *sitting on Road's shoulder* Malika: ((decided the shoulder because yesss)) Whirl: (9WHIRL GONNA BE MAKING THIS FACE AT U BLURR ALL NIGHT: Whirl: http://i3.kym-cdn.com/photos/images/newsfeed/000/257/968/786.jpg )) B l u r r: [[ sTAHP ]] B l u r r: IS THAT THE PRATT GIF ]] Whirl: ((never)) Whirl: ((different one this time)) B l u r r: [[ JFC ]] Malika: (( HAHAHAHAHHAH OMG THAT FACE)) Roadbuster: (( This is roadies first movie night. dont weird him out)) B l u r r: [[ OH WELCOME TO THE EMPEROR ]] Whirl: ((BACILLY)) Whirl: ((if i could spell... it'd be a good day... ok lemme go get my dinner made and I'll brb)) Malika: ((Also for Mali- *rofl*)) ItsyBitsySpyers: ((ohoho i see there's a someone here)) Malika: *moving her head as she was dancing* ((Hellow!)) Whirl: *gonna trot right in--OHO WHO IS THIS* Whirl: *his capacity for expression is limited but his optic is curved into the gleeful expression that would otherwise translate into a huge grin as he makes he way to the Whirl Hammock* Evening, Teach. ItsyBitsySpyers: *Soundwave trudges in and parks himself on his usual couch. Rumble rushes over to his brother and is about to give him a huge hug when he remembers he's in public. He punches Frenzy hi instead.* B l u r r: / Here he comes. Skidding in at speeds not usual for him. Slides and smoke comes off his pedes. He looks AWFUL but he's hERE / Malika: Don't mind me and Roadbuster, if you want to hug each other just do it *and what was that fooooor* Malika: Welcome back Blurr~ Whirl: *whoop, if blurr wasn't here then whirl will not have said that BUT NOW HE WILL* B l u r r: / vENTS / B l u r r: Hello, cretin... Malika: *She smiled like the lil *** she is* Whirl: ((ok... we haven't written these threads yet but whirl WAS on earth with Blurr. Should we assume he's met RB, aside from that one ask?)) Whirl: ((What about Malika? :|a or would they have kept her away from this hot mess?)) B l u r r: [[ im sure RB remembers Whirl ]] B l u r r: [[ Malika is a recent meet for Blurr, so u probably didn't meet her! ]] Whirl: ((although whirl does look A Lot Different now that he's not in earth disguise)) B l u r r: [[ true ]] Malika: ((Do as you wish guys~ there is always time for meet each other 8D )) FakeProwl: *appears. surveys room; sits with Soundwave* Whirl: ((o7 i just wanted to know where we should be re: who knows who)) B l u r r: [[ yeh yeh ]] B l u r r: [[ lemme know when yall are ready ! ]] Whirl: ((i am!)) Roadbuster: The wrecker sat at the side with a cutious glare at all the others who had arrived. Cautiously holding a servo uo to keep the girl on his shoulder. " This'll be fun right?" ItsyBitsySpyers: *Pings Prowl. Is it safe to get comfortable or should he not today?* Whirl: *get settled in his hammock and is outwardly calm except for his ever-present "smile"* @Blurr: Hot DAMN Teach, way to go! Roadbuster: ((ready!)) B l u r r: @Whirl: :: DO NOT :: ItsyBitsySpyers: ((i am ready i think)) B l u r r: / making a face. He looks like he's been dragged through energon and dirt / B l u r r: / dusts armor off / Whirl: @Blurr: Do not what? Eh? Ehh? Afraid I'll embarrass you in front of your new beau? B l u r r: @Whirl: :: I'm not afraid . :: B l u r r: / aHEM. Waves claw at Roadie and Malika / Malika: ((ready!)) Whirl: @Blurr: Anyway, the only thing I said was way to go. *his optic immediately rounds into an innocent expression* @B: I'll behave. You know ME... ItsyBitsySpyers: *Frenzy stretches tiredly and blinks at Roadbuster and... a fleshling? Yeah, all right. Must be an Autobot pet.* B l u r r: / stares at whirl for a moment B l u r r: /* Malika: *She just stay quiet, looking at the guys presents there, waving a hand to everyone, specially to Blurr* Oooh this will be very fun for sure brobuster~ FakeProwl: ((ready!)) Whirl: *THE MOST INNOCENT OF LOOKS* B l u r r: Well, before we start... /ahem. Rolls a shoulder, cracking it in place / Roadbuster: * nodding at Blurr* Hey lad. B l u r r: Frenzy and I had a great time. FakeProwl: *it takes longer than usual to decide. but then he pings an affirmative and leans lightly on Soundwave.* Whirl: *stops silently tormenting Blurr long enough to zoop his neck out of the hammock and look a Frenzy* Oh, yeah. You've been away. How's it, mech? ItsyBitsySpyers: *Carefully nudges the back of Prowl's helm with one of his collar plates. Little less public than a full on helm bump.* B l u r r: In any case... I found what I was looking for. ItsyBitsySpyers: \\'S A GOOD TIME.\\ B l u r r: / slow vent / Airachnid: [peeks sneaks in quietly] Whirl: Yeah, Blurr always knows how to have a good time. FakeProwl: *a fleeting moment of almost-tension that he quickly surpresses. sorry. bit close to the neck.* B l u r r: / shifts and flops down onto the couch / ItsyBitsySpyers: *Ah. He didn't mean to set that off. Next time he'll find a different way.* Roadbuster: That's a great beard i'll admit it! Malika: "What a niiiice guy" she frowned while looking at the guy with the beard Starscream: So how did he get the snake to bite the other human ItsyBitsySpyers: *Frenzy waves up at Blurr.* Starscream: Snakes don B l u r r: / waves at Frenzy / Whirl: *he's gonna shoot one last "grin" Blurr's way--he's fuccin DELIGHTED you guys--and flops back to get comfortable* Starscream: 't seem very co-operative ItsyBitsySpyers: \\YOU SHOULD SHOW 'EM THE THING.\\ B l u r r: ... Oh, yes! /hops up and moves the chainsaw off his back / Hey mechs. B l u r r: Check this out. Malika: "Oh look, he is clumsy like me!" B l u r r: / rests the chainsaw by his pede and motions to his lower back. It looks like a glowing disk / B l u r r: / It is absolutely, 100% embedded into his back/ Whirl: *cranes his neck up again* Fashion statement? B l u r r: / there are sCARS ON SCARS back here / FakeProwl: *in return, nudges soundwave's arm. no hard feelings.* Whirl: What's it for? ItsyBitsySpyers: *Tiny nod.* B l u r r: It increases my speed. Roadbuster: This is whatcha do with the bloody chainsaw? B l u r r: ... No, I kill people with my chainsaw. B l u r r: Thank you very much. Malika: *stares with a questioning look to Blurr* Whirl: *snickers* So what, now, you can go the speed of light? ItsyBitsySpyers: \\YOU SHOULD SEE IT.\\ B l u r r: I can go much faster than before, plus still absorb speed. Starscream: ((blurr solves his problems with a chainsaw~)) B l u r r: K-Kyehehehheheh... It work-wo-works. /swats his helm/ WORKS. Malika: ((Definitely XDDD)) B l u r r: Pits... Whirl: *tilts his head* ...You all right? B l u r r: I'm fine. Roadbuster: Ya see there? The younglin is smarter than the average adult male? Sad Malika: I agree Whirl: The baby? The baby's the best character. Starscream: How can the adults be this stupid Malika: They can, trust me B l u r r: Most humans are stupid. Roadbuster: Because they're human. No offence Mali Malika: .... unfortunately Blurr is right B l u r r: K-Kyehheheh. Whirl: *now turns his attention to Malika* I've seen the big guy before, but you're new, twerp. What's your story? Starscream: Yes but the adults shouldn't be stupider than the children ItsyBitsySpyers: =They should smell him.= Airachnid: I think that is the common theme in this program. Malika: Age is not always important *replied to Starscream before looking at Whirl+ I'm a... uhm, the human sister of Roadbuster. He lives inside my house and we help each other against our common enemies. Ki Malika: kinda the long story tho Roadbuster: Well with a bloody name like that fer a reptile. I can see why it's  bein framed Shockbox: ((mmmmmhello people I took a nap for too long.)) Whirl: *small snort of amusement* And does the human sister of Roadbuster have a name...? Or should I just call you "twerp?" Roadbuster: /glares at Whirl/ ONLY I CAN CALL HER A TWERP LAD! KEEP IN YER LANE! B l u r r: HEY! ItsyBitsySpyers: @Prowl: (txt): Poor human investigation ability must aggravate Prowl. Malika: HEEEEYYY!!! *She frowned much more at Roadbuster*.... Anyway I'm Malika *forgot to rant against roady* Whirl: *glances briefly at Roadbuster, somewhat annoyed... but doesn't rise to it, even if he wants to; he's not here to rile up Blurr's beau* Whirl: *so, he just ignores him. Please appreciate this monumental expression of restraint, Blurr* Malika, then. I... Whirl: *draws himself up and drapes a claw over his chest* Am Ultra Magnus. B l u r r: ... Oh for pit sake. ItsyBitsySpyers: *Rumble giggles* Roadbuster: Yah got ALOT of nerve! B l u r r: / sticks a claw in Roadie's face / ShhhHHHHH. Starscream: It's like watching a room full of Megatrons trying to solve a problem FakeProwl: @Soundwave «Very much so.» Whirl: *puts on an Innocent Expression* Who, me? The Big M himself? Professional killjoy, Duly Appointed Enforcr of the Tyrest Accord? Whirl: I'm made of nerves, mech. Shockbox: *Quietly slips in.* Malika: Okay "Magnus", don't made my brother mad, please-- Malika: *and she was ironic by calling out that name* Whirl: We'll see, Little M. But no promises. Whirl: *he blinks. That was a wink but he only has one eye* ItsyBitsySpyers: [[Why would carnivores follow fruits.]] Roadbuster: / swatting the claw out of his face. averts back to the show/ So done with this! FakeProwl: Are all snakes carnivores? Shockbox: @Soundwave: Should I ask for a summary after the showing? B l u r r: / vents and flops next to Roadbuster / ItsyBitsySpyers: [[He has never seen human media with snakes that aren't.]] Starscream: I would assume so ItsyBitsySpyers: @Shockbox: [[A good idea.]] Whirl: *settles again, peeping over the top of his hammock and watching Blurr and RB* Whirl: (( whirl rn: http://www.awesomeinventions.com/wp-content/uploads/2015/09/loki-hammock.jpg )) Roadbuster: /leans close to Blurr's helm and whispers/ I'm gonna fight a *** soon lad.../plops helm ontop of Blurr's B l u r r: / flickers optic. Reaches up. Pat pat helm with claw / Whirl isn't harmless, but he's just poking fun. He's a good friend of mine. Malika: *Funny fact is that she is listening both of them, since she is on Road's shoulder, but she is concentrated with the show* Shockbox: *Pings acknowledgement, trusting he'll get caught up eventually.* Whirl: Best. Character. Malika: What the- I want that baby. Roadbuster: You are that baby, whatcha on about? Malika: I don't fix thing with only my single mouth... uh. B l u r r: Teeth are perfect weapons. B l u r r: / taps his own / ItsyBitsySpyers: *Ravage yawns and shows off his* ItsyBitsySpyers: *And Soundwave just silently agrees* Malika: This man is such a failure Whirl: ((NATHANIEL HAWTHORNE)) Malika: Oh! It's Blurr and me B l u r r: [[ LMFAO ]] B l u r r: ... That was not how I reacted to you. Starscream: Teeth are awful weapons, only for use when you are unlucky enough to have nothing else Malika: ((Sorry but I had to LMAO) FakeProwl: *covers his mouth* Whirl: I prefer claws to teeth, personally. Roadbuster: He's a terrible actor right now! Roadbuster: or Roadbuster: he's suppose ta be over reactin? FakeProwl: ((... did the stream die or did my internet die)) Airachnid: When you have nothing else, you take what you can get. B l u r r: He's a terrible murderr-rrrr-r. /rubs helm / ItsyBitsySpyers: ((i think your net died)) B l u r r: [[ nooo ;A; ]] Starscream: ((you i think)) Whirl: ((it's running for me)) Malika: ((It's running to me o,o)) B l u r r: [[ shall i pause? ]] Roadbuster: (( IT MESSED FOR ME!)) Malika: ((Pause pause)) ItsyBitsySpyers: {{Bird is nice and Bird knowing picking locks.}} FakeProwl: ((it was my internet)) B l u r r: [[ is it back for you guys? ]] Whirl: Also, Little M, here's a tip to hekp you with your every day life: Don't listen to a single thing he *points at Starscream* Says. Whirl: ((I'm still runnin! )) Starscream: Shut up! Whirl: As you can see, I am doing that right now, by ignoring what he tells me. Airachnid: Very sound advice. Malika: Ow... why so? *she is curious anyway, in fact is looking now toward Starscream* What have you done to him for having such a teatment? Starscream: Shut up, both of you! Whirl: See? Another ringing endorsement. Airachnid: He exists. That's what he's done. Whirl: That's about the long and short of it, yep. Starscream: I hate you Whirl: You can join the club, mech. Malika: .. Don't know if feeling bad for him or not.. *here an indecisive human girl* ItsyBitsySpyers: [[These human younglings have promising futures. If they can evade this Count.]] Shockbox: *thinking reptile-related thoughts.* ItsyBitsySpyers: \\THEY SHOULDA PUNCHED 'EM.\\ Malika: Of course the young ones follows the bad guy Malika: SEE BRO? I'M NOT THE ONLY ONE THEN! B l u r r: YOU shouldn't be following bad guys, either. FakeProwl: ... He's larger than them and he has a knife, why are they going after him. B l u r r: That's why you ended up in MY ship. Starscream: Because no one in this show is smart Whirl: Hey, you shouldn't back down just because someone is bigger than you are, and is better-armed. Fight em anyway! Malika: Ehy, first of all, you picked me up, second.... well, it ended well for Roadbuster- Whirl: *SNICKERS* B l u r r: ... Shut up. Whirl: I'LL say it did. Whirl: I'll say it ended well for BOTH of em. B l u r r: / flickers optic / IT ENDED Airachnid: You can always outsmart them if you have nothing else. B l u r r: IN GENERAL Malika: *Smiling again and again~* Whirl: *he'd high five you, Malika, if he could reach you. ...and if he had fingers* B l u r r: [[ is it working again? ]] ItsyBitsySpyers: *Is fascinated by this background spy business* FakeProwl: ((fine here)) B l u r r: [[ mkay ]] Malika: *She'd do the same, if she wasn't such a smol potato* Airachnid: [it reminds of the war. good times] ItsyBitsySpyers: [[...Where are they keeping these?]] Malika: eh... who has it much more longer? Airachnid: [alright, that was amusing] B l u r r: / scratches finial B l u r r: I have more weapons on me than that. ItsyBitsySpyers: [[Yes, but you are not a human.]] Malika: hopefully not hided in weird places... because it looked like they did ItsyBitsySpyers: [[They do not have subspace pockets.]] B l u r r: Hnnh. B l u r r: [[ do you guys want a break? ]] B l u r r: [[ before the next ep? ]] ItsyBitsySpyers: ((yes please)) Shockbox: (( a good time for shockbox to get caught up?)) Shockbox: (( and by extension, me? )) ItsyBitsySpyers: ((let me brb and yes i can catch you up)) Shockbox: (( much appreciated. )) FakeProwl: ((brb, laundry)) Malika: I should watch series more often with you Blurr, they're kinda amusing B l u r r: ... Hnh? Whirl: *hops up, streeetches, and then trots out into the hallway to pace* B l u r r: / stretches out legs and arms. / Malika: I don't spend my time too much over tv-series... too many books to read and passing my free time by playing games B l u r r: I spend a lot of time, more recently. B l u r r: I won't have time anymore, though... Malika: Why so? A lot of works to do? B l u r r: ... I just got a lot of work B l u r r: Killing that mech came with a lot of reward. B l u r r: But the reward is more than I thought... Malika: Uh? which mech? Reward? Whirl: *tots back in and goes to lea on Blurr's couch* So, who DID you kill, anyway? B l u r r: ... Thundertron. Whirl: Hmm. Never heard of him. B l u r r: Never going to. B l u r r: He's dead. Whirl: *LAUGHS* B l u r r: Hanging on my wall in my trophy room. Whirl: Nice, mech. NICE. *swivels his helm to regard Frenzy* Did you knock off a good chunk, too? ItsyBitsySpyers: \\NAW. THUNDERTRON WAS BLURR.\\ B l u r r: Tore his spine right out... took a heavy beating, though. Malika: Oh YES! This soundtrack! ItsyBitsySpyers: @Shockbox: [[Where were you last?]] B l u r r: /vents and rubs helm. Makes a buzzing sound. Swats helm / ItsyBitsySpyers: ((and whirl HAS heard of him heh Soundwave mentioned him before)) Malika: .... *Hiding under Roadbuster's arm while listening how he killed the mech* FakeProwl: ((back)) B l u r r: [[ wb! ]] Whirl: ((whirl..................... probably forgot)) B l u r r: [[ is everyone back? ]] Whirl: (( 8);; )) Malika: ((wb!)) Shockbox: @Soundwave: I arrived just as the "authorities" arrived to assist with the snake infestation. Whirl: ((wb!)) B l u r r: [[ Roadie's net went pfft so he went to fight it ]] Whirl: *he "smiles" at Fenzy but Blurr's swatting has his attention again* ...you haven't seen a medic yet, have you. B l u r r: Yes, yes I did. Whirl: And I mean a REAL one, not PISTON. Malika: ((Nuuuuu unluckyyy)) B l u r r: Axis installed the upgrade in me. B l u r r: He said it might cause some problems. B l u r r: [[ OKIE is everyone ready? ]] Whirl: Well, be careful with your head, you might knock something loose. Malika: ((I am!)) Whirl: ((I am!)) Airachnid: ye)) Shockbox: (( soundwave is writing a summary of everything shockbox missed)) ItsyBitsySpyers: @Shockbox: [[And before that?]] Malika: ((Airachnid, a question, you're the same that roleplayed with me? o3o)) Airachnid: different one)) FakeProwl: ((ye)) B l u r r: [[ Spider friends ]] Malika: ((Aye oke, just wondering XD nice to meet ya anyway)) Shockbox: @Soundwave: ..I believe I may have missed an entire episode before this last one. Whirl: *that will be the extent of his fretting; instead he nods and makes his way back to his hammock* Oi, Frenzy--you gotta tell me about it sometime. The juicy bits! Airachnid: -fingerguns- hmu anytime url is rapaxregina for ever more spider goodness)) B l u r r: / vents/ In any case, I told him to just install it. B l u r r: I didn't want it to wait. B l u r r: Besides... I have an entire fleet. /scrubs faceplate/ I have to look... impressive. ItsyBitsySpyers: \\THERE WAS LOADSA JUICE. I'LL TELL YA EVERYTHIN'.\\ ItsyBitsySpyers: *Soundwave vents softly in amusement at the news station slogan* Whirl: *nods gleefully; if he had fingers, he'd make finger-guns. Instead, he clambers back into his hammock* Whirl: Yeah well. Be careful. FakeProwl: *also amused at slogan. snorts.* B l u r r: I'm careful.. Whirl: *LAUGHS* ItsyBitsySpyers: [[DAMACLES.]] B l u r r: / he is nEVER CAREFUL / Whirl: *TOSSES IS HEAD BACK AND FLOPS BONELESSLY INTO HIS HAMMOCK, GUFFAWING* ItsyBitsySpyers: [[Like the satellite weapon. For Primus' sake.]] B l u r r: ... Whirl: *WHEEZING NOISES* B l u r r: ... /vents / FakeProwl: ... Nice shot. Whirl: *flops completely, offlining his optic. Feigning death* ItsyBitsySpyers: @Shockbox: [[The human children escaped the Count human's marriage plot and were sent to a new human who cared for them very much and treated them well. Count Olaf appeared in-- Whirl: *Blurr has made him laugh himself to death* ItsyBitsySpyers: disguise, convinced the man to let him stay around, and murdered him.]] B l u r r: ... /crosses his arms and leans back in his seat / Malika: Why when I call for a taxy i have to wait 2 hours and they have it... right away? Movies.. ItsyBitsySpyers: *Ravage pins his audials back. Running over a cat? How dare.* B l u r r: What I MEANT was... I can be. /rubbing his helm / Whirl: *miraculously is revived, raising his head* I'll believe it when I see it. B l u r r: / makes a face/ The installation of the upgrade was careless on my part. Shockbox: (( /WHEEZE )) B l u r r: [[ LMAO ] ItsyBitsySpyers: //That's rough, buddy.// FakeProwl: ((LOL)) Starscream: ((back)) ItsyBitsySpyers: ((wb)) Shockbox: (( yeah wb. )) Malika: ((welcome back)) ItsyBitsySpyers: //Holy scrap.// Whirl: Yeah, well, if you keep having issues, just. Do us all a favor and make sure to get it looked at? Yeah? B l u r r: ... Yeah. ItsyBitsySpyers: [[He needs a sign like that.]] Shockbox: *He pings a thanks to Soundwave.* Shockbox: (( screaming when you catch yourself in the mirror? honestly, me too. )) Whirl: Well... you've got a master plaque-maker in your ranks, Soundwave. Malika: ((XDDD when I wake up in the morning and I'm ill, lmao)) Malika: What a beautiful view... ItsyBitsySpyers: [[...Buzzsaw. When you have a free moment not working on that throne, please.]] ItsyBitsySpyers: *Looks at Prowl and tilts his helm.* ItsyBitsySpyers: @Prowl: Prowl wants similar plaque also? Whirl: Throne? *looks to Buzzsaw* Who're you making a throne for? ItsyBitsySpyers: *Thinks it might be useful with the Constructicons* ItsyBitsySpyers: }}Not Thundertron.{{ ItsyBitsySpyers: \\HEH HEH.\\ Whirl: HAH. B l u r r: KYAHAHAHHA!!! B l u r r: Part of him has become part of mine! Whirl: ...Blurr, do you have a THRONE? Malika: part of him.. and his throne B l u r r: Yes, I do. Whirl: Ugh. FakeProwl: Mm... No, thank you. I think my face does the job well enough. Whirl: You're lucky I like you. Malika: Yes he do, and it's kinda cool B l u r r: I made it... for Optimus. B l u r r: But, I brought it with me when... I left. Malika: that woman has problems oh my god. ItsyBitsySpyers: *Uncertain waver. Is he allowed to be amused by that?* Whirl: Well. Extenuating circumstances aside--UGH. B l u r r: /shrugs / FakeProwl: *tiny twitch at the corner of his mouth. he was joking. so yes.* B l u r r: I don't sit in it. Whirl: Good. Whirl: Then I've lost no respect for you. B l u r r: I'm a pirate Captain, I've no time to command from a chair. Whirl: Oh, my god. Airachnid: Is this Ultra Magnus? Whirl: Th--YES. HA/ ItsyBitsySpyers: *Then as soon as he spots the twitch he will nod and huff softly* Whirl: *points at Airachnid* Either she's Ultra Magnus or his perfect mate. Malika: I agree she is Ultra Magnus in disguise Airachnid: Indeed. B l u r r: ...Ew, what is that? B l u r r: [[ THE BABY ]] B l u r r: [[ THAT FACE ]] Malika: ((PRICELESS)) FakeProwl: ... What's the Wesleyan semicolon? Whirl: (9SO GOOD)) Malika: That baby's face is my face when Ultra Magnus explain me things. ItsyBitsySpyers: [[He... he does not know. Perhaps it is related to the Oxford comma.]] Airachnid: "Joy" and "grammar" do not belong together. Malika: Well.. it depends from people to people... I guess ItsyBitsySpyers: ((oop it ded)) Malika: ((Omg is black for me D: )) FakeProwl: ((ye)) ItsyBitsySpyers: ((it has joined the baudelaires' parents)) FakeProwl: ((it's in peru)) Whirl: ((ye sorry it die)) Whirl: ((i'm being distracted by my vinegaroon)) FakeProwl: ((what's it doing)) Malika: ((guess internet died for Blurr perhaps? :c )) ItsyBitsySpyers: ((it ain't watchin' ASoUE)) FakeProwl: ((yeah they said comcast is being shiitty)) Malika: //Dow!)) ItsyBitsySpyers: *Well, while that goes on.* ItsyBitsySpyers: @Prowl: (txt): What progress, Iacon? Rebuilding, learning, social - negative, public views? Malika: *she snorts* now I get why I hate streaming stuff, can happen everything. Like now. FakeProwl: @Soundwave «Rebuilding is going... as well as can be expected.» B l u r r: [[ HOLA ]] Shockbox: (( hello. )) B l u r r: [[ now LS is screwing up 8') ]] FakeProwl: @Soundwave «I have informed the crew that was assigned to me that I don't have any idea what I'm doing, and since then they've been very helpful and instructive.» B l u r r: [[ SIGHS LOUDLY ]] B l u r r: [[ LISTEN HERE COMCAST. LS. ]] B l u r r: [[ BLURRS LAST NIGHT IS NOW. STAHP ]] ItsyBitsySpyers: *Sits up slightly straighter in surprise.* B l u r r: [[ okay are we back ? ]] ItsyBitsySpyers: ((back here)) FakeProwl: ((looks like it)) Malika: (( I'm here!)) FakeProwl: ((we cut off somewhere during mr snicket's speech)) B l u r r: [[ back more? ]] FakeProwl: ((close enough)) ItsyBitsySpyers: @Prowl: (txt): This, unexpected. Prowl's stress levels lowered? Public notices improvement? FakeProwl: *wan smile* @Soundwave «I wasn't making much progress pretending I was an expert.» ItsyBitsySpyers: [[So the narrator *is* a character.]] ItsyBitsySpyers: *Going to record that smile even if it's not the kind he most likes.* FakeProwl: ... Momento Morris' Souvenirs. ItsyBitsySpyers: [[Ha.]] Malika: HOLI ***! Even this woman like Magnus loves weird stuff! Whirl: Our Magnus isn't quite this... eccentric. Starscream: At least she tried Whirl: *they have only one junkhound on the LL* Malika: Well neither mine is eccentric, fortunately Airachnid: At least she has more of a personality than Ultra Magnus. Malika: .....poor Magnus *she makes a sad face* Whirl: Eh, he deserves it Whirl: Ours does, at least. Airachnid: Don't bother pitying him. Starscream: She reminds me of my Demolisher Starscream: Insane B l u r r: My Magnus has no face... Whirl: And...? Whirl: *tilts his helm* ItsyBitsySpyers: @Prowl: Soundwave, pleased construction crew helps. Perhaps appropriate response: appreciative gesture? B l u r r: I wonder how he's doing these days... FakeProwl: @Soundwave «It's improved the work. I don't think the public's noticed that the pace has increased, but they're complaining less about me.» B l u r r: He's stopped looking for me FakeProwl: *glances at Soundwave «What sort of appreciative gesture?» Whirl: *snickers* ItsyBitsySpyers: [[Safe cr--!]] Whirl: *Sunny is such the best character* ItsyBitsySpyers: *Good. The fewer complaints, the better.* ItsyBitsySpyers: //How d'ya know he stopped lookin' for ya if ya ain't seen him?// B l u r r: I don't think he's interested in me anymore. /scrubs faceplate/ B l u r r: But, I also don't think he could stand up against the fleet I stole. Whirl: Trust me, Teach. That's a good thing. Whirl: We could all benefir with a little less Ultra Magnus in our lives. B l u r r: Kyeheh FakeProwl: She's going to die. Whirl: Yep. ItsyBitsySpyers: @Prowl: (txt): ...What quality fuel construction crew given? Another question: This, first project together? ItsyBitsySpyers: *He's poking over a few small ideas* ItsyBitsySpyers: [[It does seem to be a running theme.]] FakeProwl: @Soundwave «I don't know. But better than I have access to, I have little doubt.» Whirl: That's what happens when you get youself twitterpated. Whirl: Well. Siome of the time. ItsyBitsySpyers: *Captain Sham! Oh, he loves the language humor so much.* B l u r r: ... eugh. Malika: this guy... is worst than the Team Rocket Whirl: Oh lord. They're terrible. Whirl: They're the WORST. Airachnid: This is getting absurd. B l u r r: [[ im that seller ]] Malika: *she facepalmed for at least three times* Whirl: ((FISH HEADS FISH HEADS EAT THEM UP YUM)) B l u r r: [[ at work ]] Whirl: ((I SEE WHAT U DID THERE SHOW)) B l u r r: [[ I have limes. I sell limes ]] Whirl: ((MAN THEY COULD NOT HAVE CAST cOUNT oLAF BETTER)) Whirl: ((NPH is  a damned gift)) B l u r r: [[ I KNOW RIGHT ]] FakeProwl: ((he is)) Malika: ....*her brain totally ran off because of the show* ItsyBitsySpyers: @Prowl: (txt): Perhaps celebration required when initial project completed. Malika: OMG- the grammaaaaaaar Whirl: Someone put me out of my misery. Whirl: Who wants to kill me. Malika: after me thanks Whirl: How about you kill me, and then we get someone else to kill you. Malika: and this is how "a ship is sailed", HA-HA FakeProwl: @Soundwave «I doubt it'll be within my authority to offer it.» Malika: ..how am I supposed to kill you if I'm such an insect compared to your size? B l u r r: You'd be surprised. Whirl: Yeah. A single scraplet could kill me. Whirl: If I sit really still you can probably stuff a bomb in my vestigial fuel intake or something... Malika: Those cute things called scraplet~ Malika: eww.. no thanks, not into killing people randomly for real B l u r r: ... /makes a face/ What an awful name. Whirl: The ones from his dimension--*nods to Soundwave* Are ADORABLE. With the teeth? Whirl: Ours ae microscopic. B l u r r: How are they all so stupid? Malika: good question Blurr Whirl: This obviously isn't meant to be a hyper-realistic television series, Teach. B l u r r: [[ i love that that kid is literally the guy from Jurassic World ]] Whirl: It's, y'know, kinda darkly whimsical. Whirl: The incredible contrivances, themselves, are part of the humor FakeProwl: *has prowl mentioned lately that he's really enjoying the dialogue? because he's really enjoying the dialogue* B l u r r: ... He's obnoxious. Airachnid: Extremely. ItsyBitsySpyers: @Prowl: (txt): Prowl's position: foreman. If held on work site, small celebration: motivational move. Prowl useless if construction crew mutinies. Good leadership knows encouragement value. ItsyBitsySpyers: @Prowl: (txt): Perhaps Starscream knows this too. Starscream: even Megatron knows that much, he doesn't use it, but he knows it Whirl: *is genuinely enjoying the multi-layered and very clever presentation of this show* Malika: ((Sorry guys, but I'm in need of lay on bed @.@ Mali will fall asleep or just be silent while watching the show. Have a nice time!)) ItsyBitsySpyers: ((byeeee)) B l u r r: [[ okie dokie! Bye Mali!! ]] Starscream: ((bye)) Whirl: ((Nice meeting ya! Have a good night!)_) Airachnid: bye!)) ItsyBitsySpyers: {{Bird knowing this trick! Alternate did! Is fake suicide.}} FakeProwl: ((gnight)) FakeProwl: @Soundwave «I'm a foreman under house arrest. I don't have the authority to choose to stay after work, much less to arrange a party.» ItsyBitsySpyers: *Patiently* ItsyBitsySpyers: @Prowl: (txt): That, reason Starscream contact suggested. B l u r r: [[ okay i shall end it here unless you guys want one more ]] FakeProwl: @Soundwave «The workers under me know I'm under arrest too. They understand I can't give them anything outside of work.» ItsyBitsySpyers: @Prowl: (txt): Suggest photo opportunity. Share across planet. Whirl: 9(i'm fine either way!)) ItsyBitsySpyers: ((i'll go with majority opinion)) Airachnid: fine with me)) FakeProwl: @Soundwave «And if I did receive permission from Starscream to stay late, that would expose to all of Iacon that I have more freedom to move than they thought.» B l u r r: [[ u guys r not great w/ decisions ]] B l u r r: [[ neither am i ]] ItsyBitsySpyers: *Vent.* FakeProwl: ((gimme a second to move my laundry forward and then i'm ready)) B l u r r: mmkay. ]] B l u r r: lemme know ]] ItsyBitsySpyers: *If he could just - but no. No tampering with the population.* ItsyBitsySpyers: @Prowl: (txt): Understood. Soundwave will continue thinking. B l u r r: Ahh... /gets up and zooms across the room for energon / B l u r r: / zoom zoom / ItsyBitsySpyers: \\HEH HEH.\\ FakeProwl: ((back. the dryer was still being used.)) B l u r r: [[ hallo! ]] B l u r r: [[ want to wait?? oo; ]] ItsyBitsySpyers: \\YOU LOVE THAT FRAGGIN' THING.\\ B l u r r: [[ or are yall good to start? ]] B l u r r: ... /looks at Frenzy/ Guilty. FakeProwl: ((no need to wait, i have no clue when it'll be available)) FakeProwl: @Soundwave «... You needn't be overly concerned. Thus far, everything is progressing smoothly. It isn't fast, but I never predicted it would be.» Whirl: ((i'm fine for one more if everyone else is)) B l u r r: I do rather love it. ItsyBitsySpyers: *Looks at him from one side of his visor and then the other* B l u r r: It's made me much faster than I thought. B l u r r: /zooms back over and flops down / B l u r r: I wonder what its limits are... ItsyBitsySpyers: @Prowl: (txt): As Prowl wishes. *slow helm bob* Inform if decision changes. FakeProwl: @Soundwave «I'll let you know.» ItsyBitsySpyers: \\PROBABLY YA DON'T WANNA DO THAT IN HERE. GONNA SMASH INTO A WALL.\\ ItsyBitsySpyers: \\TEST IT, LIKE... ON A TRACK.\\ B l u r r: ... True. Starscream: That is a very distinct outline in the window Whirl: Listen to Frenzy. Frenzy is wise. B l u r r: I don't know. I'm not a racer. Whirl: *flops back completely, relaxing into the hammock* ItsyBitsySpyers: //I ain't never heard nobody say that before.// ItsyBitsySpyers: //I can die havin' heard everythin' now.// ItsyBitsySpyers: *Rumble glances to Soundwave* //Beat ya to it, Boss.// Whirl: *snickers* Whirl: I dunno, there's plenty of things I'VE never said before, Rumble. Airachnid: It's obviously forged come on. Whirl: *nods* ItsyBitsySpyers: //Yeah? Whatcha ain't said yet?// Whirl: I dunno. Various... colors. Whirl: I've never gotten twitterpated and said outrageously mushys tuff. *sly glance to Blurr* ItsyBitsySpyers: //Pffftheheheh.// ItsyBitsySpyers: //Like what?// B l u r r: ... I don't say mushy stuff. ItsyBitsySpyers: *She wrote it with errors on purpose?* Whirl: *innocent look* We're talking about me, not you, Blurr. Whirl: Why would you think we're talking about you? B l u r r: ... you looked at me. Whirl: I was looking forward. i's hard to tell where exactly I'm staring. Whirl: And... hmm. Whirl: *tries to think of something mushy* B l u r r: ... /frowns / B l u r r: I've no reason to say mushy things anyway ItsyBitsySpyers: //Have ya ever said, uh, uh... "Oh, my truest love, I'da thrown myself on a knife for ya, but there wasn't none so I threw myself on the berth instead?// Whirl: SNICKERS. Whirl: * add those Whirl: No, no... let's see. If I was trying to woo someone... FakeProwl: ((and now we've all heard whirl shout "snickers")) FakeProwl: ((we truly have heard everything tonight)) B l u r r: yes ]] Whirl: ((it is Done. the pact is sealed)) Airachnid: byotiful)) ItsyBitsySpyers: [[He knows of that plant.]] ItsyBitsySpyers: [[...He likes that plant.]] FakeProwl: Yes, we saw a musical about it. Whirl: *SQUINTS* I'd... say.. ItsyBitsySpyers: [[No, no. That was an alien plant.]] ItsyBitsySpyers: [[These are Earthen.]] ItsyBitsySpyers: [[...But he likes that one too.]] Whirl: ... Whirl: I don't know what I'd say. Starscream: It seems like every day for him ItsyBitsySpyers: //Aw, c'mon. Ya gotta know somethin'. What's - what's somethin' you'd wanna get told?// Whirl: *thinks again* ItsyBitsySpyers: //'N you too, Blurr. I wanna hear this.// Whirl: I guess... 'You fight good?'" Whirl: ((line picked from Mulan on purpose)) Whirl: Or wait, no. No. 'You kick some SERIOUS aft.' ItsyBitsySpyers: \\SOUNDS GOOD T' ME.\\ B l u r r: ... What? Whirl: Okay, wait, o. I've got it. If someone was trying to woo me, this is what they'd need to say--you ready? You ready for this? ItsyBitsySpyers: //Mush, Blurr. I wanna hear it. 'N yeah, I'm ready.// B l u r r: ... /makes a face/ I don't... I don't know. Whirl: *deep breath* Whirl: Killer moves. Whirl: That's my signal. Whirl: And, pfft, how do you not know, Blurr? *I* have an excuse. You don't Airachnid: Do you mean in actual fighting... or by dance? Because I am not too bad at either. Whirl: We-ell... I don't DANCE... *A LIE* But mostly fighting. ItsyBitsySpyers: *Rumble throws his hands up in the air. How is HE the mushiest bot in this room?* Whirl: *WHIRL HAS NEVE BEEN IN A ROMANTIC RELATIONSHIP U GOTTA GIVE HIM A DAMN BREAK* Airachnid: [trust me you do not want to flirt with Airachnid] Whirl: *you underestmate whirl* Whirl: *he MIGHT, Airachnid... he might* B l u r r: ... I don't know what tosay. Airachnid: [and she will not mind that] B l u r r: / crosses arms over his chassis / Whirl: *it would end in blood. But that might not be a bad thing* Airachnid: [that's a good thing, for her] B l u r r: /vents/ B l u r r: / thinking/ ... B l u r r: /waves claw/ I don't know what to say. I have nothing to say. FakeProwl: ((i appreciate u, moby dick fanboy)) Whirl: *ah, he's back. and still so bad with his claws. MEMORIES~* ItsyBitsySpyers: //Airachnid? Prowl? Nobody?// ItsyBitsySpyers: *He shakes his helm* B l u r r: Well, I mean... FakeProwl: What? *wasn't paying attention* Whirl: Hey, I told you mine. Whirl: *blinks at* B l u r r: It depends on what you'd want me to say. B l u r r: Mushy isn't... descriptive. Whirl: Was that not GOOD enough? ItsyBitsySpyers: //Naw, you're excused. Ya got somethin'.// Whirl: *nods; GOOD* Whirl: *He happens to think "killer moves" is VERY romantic* Airachnid: [likewise] B l u r r: / vents. / ItsyBitsySpyers: //I was testin' how good you big fraggers is at mushin' at some mech.// Whirl: I'm sure that when I do it I'll be okay. ItsyBitsySpyers: ((LMAO THE BABY)) Whirl: I've not tried yet. Whirl: ((THE BABY)) B l u r r: [[ the baby jfc ]] FakeProwl: Oh. ... I'm awful. B l u r r: ... I can be poetic at the best of times. Whirl: So you SAY, and yet I know you've landed at least TWO. Pfft. Whirl: *gestures to Soundwave* Airachnid: Mainly, mecha flirt with ME first and try to impress me. B l u r r: ... what? Whirl: Clearly--*dryly* ou're doing SOMETHING right, prowl./ Whirl: ((wow my typing is horrible. forgive me. i got into the rum)) ItsyBitsySpyers: ((thiiiis backfired on me)) Whirl: ((as per usual)) Whirl: ((HAHAHA)) Whirl: ((you thought whirl would just gloat over Blurr's relationship... PLOT TWIST EVERYBODY'S ON BLAST TONIGHT)) FakeProwl: I can assure you, it's not mush. ItsyBitsySpyers: //Poetic? Yeah? Ya remember any?// ItsyBitsySpyers: *Frenzy gives Airachnid a thumb up. THat's the way to do it.* B l u r r: ... I remember plenty. Whirl: Mushy ENOUGH Airachnid: [she appreciates the gesture Frenzy] Whirl: All you mecha are mushy in SOME way. ItsyBitsySpyers: *Ravage snorts.* Whirl: Even you, Airachnid. I seen the way you look at those videos of ratchet* Airachnid: [she wants to be mad, but he has a point] Whirl: *sly look* Airachnid: What can I say? He's charming. At least the one I'm courting. B l u r r: Like when I told JT that his optics burned into me like the smelting pit, eating my polymer through and melting my wiring. ItsyBitsySpyers: //Ha! Ya *do* got somethin'.// Airachnid: Well, he wooed me first. Whirl: *clicks his claws in the closest approximation of a fingr gun* Mech, allow me to wish you the best of luck. Whirl: *to Airachnid, of course* Whirl: And yeah, teach, that ain't bad. B l u r r: ... /pulls leg up. Props chin on his knee/ B l u r r: My best comes out with Optimus Prime, I suppose. B l u r r: / dims optic/ ItsyBitsySpyers: *Rumble pings the Boss an apology for getting them dragged in. Soundwave forwards it to the appropriate party.* Whirl: Optimus... was. Whirl: Interesting. *optic contracts* FakeProwl: *small nod* B l u r r: They all were interesting at some point... Whirl: *pauses; has he playfully tormented everyone in the room over their romanic relations yet? Every one he knows of, at least* Whirl: *settles in, satisfied; his work is done* B l u r r: [[ A JET SKI ]] ItsyBitsySpyers: *Rumble wisely does not mention his own.* Whirl: *he knows about Frenzy's... I don't think he kniws about Rumble's. YET* FakeProwl: ... she could hsave saved the children a load of trouble by ripping off the bottom of the letter before faking her death. Whirl: *fo the record. everyone here has permission to turn the tables, if the opportunity arises* Whirl: *if whirl gets twitter[ated he'll take his medicine gracefully* ItsyBitsySpyers: [[Yet another incompetent elder human.]] Starscream: As in sword of damoclese Starscream: hmmm Whirl: *perks up* Whirl: *do we get to see leeches devour someone* FakeProwl: ... Why didn't she tell them she ate a banana?! They could have spared an hour. Whirl: ... Whirl: Aww!~ Whirl: They're precious! ItsyBitsySpyers: [[What lovely maws.]] Whirl: I know, right? Airachnid: How adorable. ItsyBitsySpyers: [[They remind him of the drillers.]] Whirl: Also precious. ItsyBitsySpyers: [[...If drillers were wiggling flesh creatures.]] Whirl: *a very insightful little line there* ItsyBitsySpyers: ((i fell into a coughing fit what did i miss)) B l u r r: ... what a romantic pair. / vents/ FakeProwl: ((they caught the attention of a ferry)) Whirl: ((r u ok dude?:<)) FakeProwl: ((their parents are overhead in a plane but missed them)) ItsyBitsySpyers: ((allergies/cold)) ItsyBitsySpyers: ((omg so their parents aren't dead?)) Whirl: ((*pats u*)) B l u r r: [[ their parents are alive! ]] FakeProwl: ((that was in like episode 2. the people who escaped jail, ended up coming out of a door next to a waterfall, and got in a brawl in a peruvian bar were their parents)) ItsyBitsySpyers: ((i missed hearing that was who they were aaaaah)) ItsyBitsySpyers: \\PUNCH HIS LIGHTS OUT\\ Whirl: Do it!\ ItsyBitsySpyers: \\STUFF A MUFFIN IN HIS MOUTH 'N SHOVE HIM IN THE WATER\\ FakeProwl: Stop ranting at him and do something before he shoves you off the boat. B l u r r: Kill him, you slagger. Whirl: Strangle him! Whirl: Bust his teeth out! Whirl: Take that match and shove it in his eye! B l u r r: ... /makes a face / Whirl: Wasted opportunity. Whirl: So... Whirl: Magnus Schmagnus. ItsyBitsySpyers: \\RULES SCHMULES.\\ Whirl: Hell yeah! ItsyBitsySpyers: \\...I LIKE IT.\\ Whirl: Frenzy. Mech. I missed you. B l u r r: Oh for pit sake. B l u r r: I had to deal with this the whole time Whirl: *snickers* FakeProwl: ... Look at that. They're absorbing educational TV. B l u r r: / doesn't sound too disappointed / ItsyBitsySpyers: *Frenzy looks horrified by Prowl's comment* Whirl: *we learned good* ItsyBitsySpyers: \\EDUCATIONAL TV, SCHMEDUCATIONAL TV.\\ Whirl: HAHA! ItsyBitsySpyers: *Frenzy giggles and holds his hands out to Blurr and Whirl for slapping* B l u r r: / slaps his hand all the same / ItsyBitsySpyers: *Soundwave just gives his helm a little shake* Airachnid: It's impossible. Whirl: *aps his claw into Frenzy's palm* ItsyBitsySpyers: //Wait. Is that true?// B l u r r: He's useless... B l u r r: [[ okay and next stream will be last 2 eps ]] Whirl: *stretches* Whirl: Thanks, Blurr. I missed some of this series, but it's pretty all right. Whirl: @Blurr: And once again... congrats, mech. Whirl: *outwardly he looks like he's nonchalantly clambering out of his hammock* @BLurr: I'm happy for ya. I mean it. ItsyBitsySpyers: *Soundwave stretches his legs and gives the avatar a quick squeeze with his free arm in case Prowl's about to flicker out.* B l u r r: / makes a face / ItsyBitsySpyers: *The minis slowly rouse themselves too - Frenzy slower than most, as worn out as he is - and slowly make their way toward his couch* B l u r r: @Whirl: :: ... It's complicated. :: FakeProwl: *takes hand and squeezes back* Whirl: @Blurr: Complicated is still SOMETHING, mech. I'm sureyou'll work it out. ItsyBitsySpyers: *Appreciative ping* Whirl: *pauses; he was forced to think about... certain things, this evening, even in jest. It put some stuff into perspective* B l u r r: @ Whirl: :: It isn't... it's different. :: Whirl: @Blurr: Hey. It's SOMETHING. Not all of us are that lucky, mech. At least you've go SOMEONE. Whirl: @Blurr: Fight for him. *affectionately* idiot. B l u r r: / just makes a face. Scrubs faceplate / B l u r r: / looks a lt more tired than before / B l u r r: *lot B l u r r: @Whirl: :: Fight who... there's no one to fight. :: Whirl: @Blurr: Not who. What. B l u r r: / confused noise. Buries helm in claws / Whirl: @Blurr: Look--I've sene you two. Out there on Earth. Lord, I can't believe I gotta be mushy on YOUR behalf--just. Don't let it go, all right? Whirl: @Blurr: some of us never had a chance. Don't waste yours. B l u r r: / more noises / B l u r r: @Whirl: :: We weren't friends on Earth... we just became friends. :: Whirl: @Blurr: And? B l u r r: @ Whirl: : That's all it was supposed to be. :: B l u r r: @ Whirl: :: I drew the line right there, in the dirt. I drew the line and said it was friends. We were friends. :: Whirl: @Blurr: Pfft. Whirl: @Blurr: Look, even I can see that's all wishful thinking. B l u r r: @ Whirl: :: It's complicated ... :: B l u r r: / drags claws down face / Whirl: @Blurr: So make it simple, stupid! God, I don;'t understand you people at all. Whirl: @Blurr: You get something, and then you have to make OBSTACLES for yourselves. So stupid.' Airachnid: [is going to sneak off now, she does wave at Whirl though before departing] Whirl: *bobs his head cordially* B l u r r: @Whirl: :: I didn't make the obstacle... it's just- nevermind. :: B l u r r: / looks worn out / Whirl: @Blurr: No. You're just being stubborn. B l u r r: / and a little spaced out / B l u r r: @Whirl: ::... Nevermind. :: B l u r r: / twitches claws/ @Whirl: :: It's nothing. We're fine. :: Whirl: *even if Blurr seems worn out, Whirl doesn't relent* @Blurr: You can nevermind me all you want, but here's the bottom line: I see what's going on. And if you wanna walk away, fine. Do it. Whirl: @Blurr: But don't you dare blame anyone but yourself, idiot. Not everyone has the chance you do; some of us never will. B l u r r: @ Whirl: :: What if the chance I take is based on something else? :: Whirl: @Blurr: Makes no god damn difference, if you ask me. B l u r r: @ Whirl: :: I know who he is. I know who Roads was. What if my faulty processor can't tell the difference? What if I don't know what I want from THIS one.:: Whirl: @Blurr: Who CARES? B l u r r: / rubbing his temples  /@Whirl: :: /I/ CARe. Whirl: @Blurr: if he's happy anf you're happy, who CARES? ItsyBitsySpyers: @Prowl: (txt): Rest needed or projection at Soundwave's possible? B l u r r: / mumbling to himself. / @ Whirl: :: I don't replace people. I won't replace Roads... I can't. :: Whirl: *Whirl cycles a sigh, but that;s the only visible sign of exasperation* ... @Blurr: Okay. Full disclosure: I understand that bit. A little. Whirl: @Blurr: Getting... close to someone. And then being faced with their alternate. I get that. it's... weird. B l u r r: / scrubbing faceplate/ Whirl: @Blurr: But what's happened isn't gonna UN-happen anytime soon. FakeProwl: @Soundwave «I could come over for a little bit.» B l u r r: @Whirl: :: ... I know it won't. :: Whirl: @Blurr: So just roll with what you've GOT. If things were as good as you say they were, then he'd want you to be happy, right? That's usually the way things work. ItsyBitsySpyers: *Lights glow just a tad brighter. He's pleased as pit.* Whirl: @Blurr:Nobody's asking you to replace anything. Everything' s AL;READY different. ItsyBitsySpyers: @Prowl: (txt): Come. Dominoes received. Plan needed for future project. B l u r r: @ Whirl: I don't know. Whirl: @Blurr: Well, if you let it go, it's your fault, and nobody else's, Teach. B l u r r: @ Whirl: I never said that I was letting go... /drags claws down his face. VENTS loudly / Whirl: @Blurr: But regardless of whether or not HE'S here necxt week, you're gonna see MY sorry face. ItsyBitsySpyers: *Carefully extricates himself and lets the minis dock. He'll ping when it's all right to patch in.* Whirl: *he's not good at this; he's tyring but he's very very bad at this* B l u r r: ... /just gets up. twitches finials/ ...I'm tired. Whirl: get some shuteye, Teach. FakeProwl: @Soundwave «Is that so. Then by all means, I ought to assist.» Whirl: @Blurr: Look. Maybe comm me in the morning? B l u r r: / waves claw a little/ ... B l u r r: @Whirl: ::... Yeah. Sounds good. :: Whirl: @Blurr: All right. I'm obviously... ot good at this but still. Whirl: *bobs his head* Seeya, losers! B l u r r: @ Whirl: No... it's okay. Thanks. FakeProwl: *sits up straighter* @Soundwave «I'll let the Constructicons know I'll be up late.» *a farewell ping, and flickers out.* ItsyBitsySpyers: *Sharp nod and a ping of gratitude. Then one of farewell for Whirl and Blurr before he makes his escape* B l u r r: / lifts claw. Waves . Zoom zooms the fack out of the room / Whirl: *bobs his helm to Siundwave's retreating form* Whirl: ... Whirl: *HE'S THE LAST ONE HERE* Whirl: ...................*briefly contemplates leavin graffiti* ItsyBitsySpyers: *DO IT* B l u r r: / yes do it/ Whirl: *he COULD write "praise heqet"... but no. Whirl will just leave, alone* Whirl: *maybe next time* FakeProwl: ((follow rumble's example)) FakeProwl: ((write "ultra magnus was here")) Whirl: ((excuse u whirl has a fine tradition of writing "whirl wuz here")) Whirl: ((but................... maybe next time))

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