#if im petting ur cat and he bites me and then immediately when i take my hand back

[waluijoe]

not to act like a traumatized child but pple who yell or get violent/really really angry with their animals to the point where their pet shows fearful behaviours often... i wish you would stop existing for a while till you learn to self regulate without resulting to forms of violence yes thank you

#every day my neighbour & some friends trigger my fight or flight response #cause i hear them yell i see their clenched fcking jaws and the fear in their animals eyes/behaviours #its so fkcing awful #i swear #if im petting ur cat and he bites me and then immediately when i take my hand back #he starts showing extreme fearful body language #ohhh im out of there #i will not discipline a scared animal !!! idc !!! #fucker can bite me and be uneducated idc !!!! im not doing shit im not yelling im not tapping him on the head im not doing shit thank u #respectfully im gonna be like aw buddy not cool and go away tht was my fault for being annoying not his #i hate this #if u have awful repressed anger pls dont adopt dogs work on yourself if you do i beg #one of my friend worked on it and is doing much better but the cat still learned fear early on #another one agreed to go to therapy #neighbour is still a dickhead tho #anyways

[lavenderwhore444]

God Im pretty sure I’m going to hell ANYWAYS ok so this is a hybrid cat shigaraki, u end up adopting shigaraki from a very abuses owner so our little kitten is traumatized and terrified of everything, it took u a bit of time until he was comfortable with u , he doesn’t trust u in the beginning and thinks ur gonna do the same as his previous owner did but ur different u were so patient, sweet and soft not to mention he LOVED getting head pets from u ( he would never admit it tho) once shigaraki found out that he was in love with u he was stuck to ur hip ( he was super clingy) shigaraki’s heat was closer then expected, shigaraki didn’t want to ruin his chances with u but he couldn’t stop himself from humping everything so he hid in his room , you absolutely loved shigaraki since the day u saw him u knew u wanted him, when u first met him he scratched and hissed at u he was terrified, it honestly made u sick knowing the person who did this to him is still alive, u both got much closer he even started cuddling with u!!!! U soon fell in love with shiggy but u didn’t want to ruin what u guys have so u kept it to ur self , u noticed shigaraki was acting weird and hid in his room for two days at first u thought u might give him some space but u started getting worried u wanted to check on him before u came in u heard some little moans and whines, it just hit u that ur little kitten has there heat, u decided to help out 👀

Kinks pet-play of course dom reader and sub shigaraki maybe some pegging that’s all I can think of so feel free to add any kinks. I was listening to hello kitty by Avril Lavigne there was part where she says “ come come kitty kitty your so pretty pretty” that was inspired me to write this lmaooo 

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HELLO KITTY

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Samesies, but it's ok, we’ll go to hell together 😫

Now you might be wondering, Claire, why did this take you literal MONTHS? Well, I wanted to perfect it. I love this concept so much that I just HAD to spend so much time on it to make it perfect. And let me just say, it's pretty good 😏

Warnings: vaginal sex, overstimulation (male), anal sex with strapon, heat, pillow humping, marking mating, whatever you want to call it.

I've decided I'm obsessed with making cat shiggy meow ☺️

‘Where the fuck am I?’ Is shigaraki’s first thought of the day.

He’s never been on a bed this soft or a house this warm. Where is he? The blankets are all fuzz. The bed is littered with stuffed animals and pillows, and sweet-smelling candles, are burning somewhere. Is he being sacrificed?

“Hey, you're awake, ” a soft voice says, coming from the end of the bed.

He recoils in fear but, upon second glance, he sees that you aren't who he thinks you are. A girl replaces the scary form of his “master.” he looks you up and down. He has to admit you are quite pretty. The sight of someone other than the large man who used to own him excites him. Maybe this is a fresh start? But perhaps you're just like him...

“Get the fuck away from me, ” he snaps, scrambling into a corner.

“It's okay, sweetie, ” you say, “I'm not gonna hurt you, ”

“Everyone says that, meow ” Shigaraki retorts, “get the fuck away before I scratch your eyes out, ”

You bite your lip, “ok, Tomura, I'm gonna sit with you for a while, though. I'll be right across the room if you need anything, ”

“I don't need shit from you, ” he says, hissing making a show of his claws.

You laughed a little, more than a bit sad at his fear, “alright, but I’ll still be here, ”

He sits in silence for a moment, surveying his surroundings. He notices fresh clothes in the dresser, and there are some game consoles set up for him. How do you know he likes video games? Fucking creep. There aren't really any escape routes but escaping is complicated when he doesn't know where he is.

“Where am I meow?” he asks, sounding meeker than intended.

“I guess I kind of adopted you, ” you explain, “we’re at our house, ”

“Why did you do that?” he asks, the edge coming back to his voice.

“You just seemed so sweet, and the man who owned you was so mean. I couldn't just leave you there; he was hurting you, ” you say, frowning a little at the thought of Tomura getting hurt.

"Why do you care?" he snaps.

You sit closer to him, making him tense.

"I already told you, I think you're sweet Tomura," you repeat, "I just can't explain it. I'd really like it if we could become friends,"

'Or maybe more,' you think to yourself.

You can't deny he is very attractive.

"How do I know you're not lying meow?" He asks.

"I think you'll just have to trust me. Do you want to play some games with me?" you ask.

"Fine," he says, "only cause I'm bored,"

You grin, "awesome. What should we play?"

Shigaraki stands up and walks over to the games, tail swaying.

"This," he says, holding up animal crossing, "you probably like it cause it's dumb. What's your name anyway?" he asks.

"I'm y/n," you answer.

"I guess your names not awful, meow”, he mutters.

Truthfully, he already thinks you're beautiful, and you seem so kind. Shigaraki sits unusually close to you on the bed as the two of you play. You play late into the night; he makes a good bit of progress. Eventually, you feel his head rest on your shoulder, and he falls asleep on you.

You ease Tomura into your lap.

"There we go," you whisper, "you're safe now,"

Little did you know he's wide awake, smiling to himself and nuzzling his head closer to you. The sound of soft purring fills your ears as he drifts off into the most peaceful sleep.

He's pretty disgruntled when he wakes up alone. Where have you gone? Shigaraki doesn't have to wonder for long when you come back with a plate of food.

"Hey, are you hungry?" you ask, setting a plate of food on the table next to him.

He nods, digging in right away. You watch him eat like a man starved. Honestly, he might have been. He puts the plate down and moves closer to you. He's beginning to trust you more and more.

"Tomura, ” you say, “I have to put a collar on you now, just in case you get lost, ok?” you push some hair out of his face, “id be so sad if I lost you, ”

“fine, meow” he mumbles.

Truthfully his heart is melting at the thought. That you aren’t embarrassed by him, that you want to keep him safe and close to you. When you click the collar into place he hugs you, tugging at your shirt.

It’s shocking how fast he’s becoming comfortable with you but definitely pleasing. The next few days are calm, spent lounging around the house. He‘s getting so trusting with you. He occasionally pushes his head beneath your hand so you scratch his head. He always denies it, though; he has a tough-guy exterior to keep up.

However, something changes within him. He feels a strange warmth, not a necessarily bad feeling, around you. Tomura knows what cats were supposed to do. They are supposed to cuddle and play with their owners. Should he be doing that? Should he act like a “normal cat”? He concludes that you don’t want that at all. The lack of cat toys, a cat tree, and you allowing him to eat at the table solidify that.

However, he does want to cuddle. He tries to cuddle like all the time. But you have work, and you get tired, and you run errands, and he becomes sad. Tomura knows you have a life outside of him, but you really shouldn't. He should be your only priority. When Christmas break finally rolls around, and you start spending more time at the house, he's elated.

He has internet access, of course. He needs it to play his video games! But it was restricted. You don’t want your little kitty to see things he’s not supposed to. He starts to like watching movies too. At first, they‘re action movies with lots of blood and fighting, which you don’t necessarily agree with, but it doesn’t seem to bother him. He slowly gets bored with them and stumbles across a romance movie.

Tomura becomes engrossed in them. He loves watching the couple fall in love and be happy. One movie, in particular, weirds him out. It looks like they were taking off their clothes. They start kissing and making strange noises. He doesn't like it one bit, it makes his cheeks feel hot, and his cock gets semi-hard. He turns it off immediately.

It doesn’t take long for him to forget about it and keep watching different ones. Soon he finds some similarities between him and the main character. The way they feels around their love interest is the same way he feels around you. Is he in love with you?! It seems so and you have just recently come to the same conclusion as him.

Soon he’s all over you, following you everywhere. Tomura pushes open your door every night and snuggling up to you. He’ll purr and nuzzle into you, happy sighs escaping him. Whenever he “accidentally” wakes you up, you never get mad at him. You just cuddle him and talk all night, giggling and talking until you both fall asleep.

Oddly enough, you‘re oblivious to his feelings for you. Whenever he cuddles with you, you hold back the urge to kiss him on the lips. You don’t want him to feel awkward around you. Soon he starts acting strange without any change in behavior from you. He stops coming in your room at night and wont come out of his room.

You don't want to be overbearing, so you give him space...for a while. Meanwhile, in his room, Tomura is lying naked on the bed, panting and sweating. He feels strange, just like he did when he was watching that movie. He doesn't understand what‘s happening to his body but when he humps his pillow it feels like an itch is being scratched. The first time he cums he‘s terrified and lets out a scared “meow!”

But it feels so good. The feeling doesn't go away, so he decides the only solution is to keep humping. Soon he‘s limp but still grinding his hips on the poor pillow. He takes deep whiffs of your sweater, huffing it like a drug. His tongue is lolling out of his mouth and his eyes are rolling back in his head. He‘s starting to hurt down there but he just can't stop cumming.

Oh, why can't he reach the phone you left in his room? Why is his voice too hoarse to call out to you? Tomura is scared. He can’t eat or sleep. Sweat has soaked into the mattress and his poor little cock is starting to hurt. You‘re getting worried too so you wander up to his room and callout to him, pressing your ear to the door.

“y/n meow,” he calls out hoarsely, almost a whisper.

All you can hear are desperate whines and moans. Is Tomura...in heat? Oh, your poor kitty is probably in so much pain! You have to help him, so you open the door and see him. It is a pathetic (yet erotic) sight. He looks so desperate. He‘s crying and looks so scared. Tomura just whines and reaches out to you even though he‘s far away.

“Oh, sweetheart,” you whisper.

You walk over to him and scoop him up, sitting him on your lap. He continues to try and hump you, but you can tell how much his poor dick hurts. You hug him tightly, feeling guilty that you took so long to check on him.

Tomura tugs at your shirt, he can't figure out why he wants you to take off your clothes, but he does. You oblige, ready to do anything your sweet kitten wants. When he sees your top half naked, he feels his cock beg for you. He starts to tug aimlessly at your pants, and you take them off, once again, all too eager to please.

He doesn't have any sexual knowledge, but he has instincts, pure carnal instincts that tell him just how to breed his mate’s tight pussy. Tomura grabs your hips, his claws accidentally puncturing the skin. You yelp as he pulls you on top of him. When he slams you down onto his long fat cock he doesn't get the rush of pleasure he expected.

He's hit with an extreme amount of pain and lets out a panicked meow. You lift yourself off of him quickly, and Tomura misses the feeling of your cunt even though it caused him so much pain. He paws at you, but you keep him from shoving himself in you again.

“Tomura,” you say softly, “you need to calm down; you're hurting yourself,”

“Meow! need!” he cries.

“So needy,” you mutter, “youre just gonna hurt yourself,”

“Don’t care! Need!” he begs.

“Hold on,” you say, getting up and ignoring the insistent pawing at your shirt as he whines.

You rifle through your drawers until you find the dildo you got and the free strap-on attachment that came with it. You smile and gran some lube; this is exactly what you need for your pretty kitty. He watches with curious eyes and blown out pupils due to pure lust.

“Let's give your poor cock a break,” you say.

He nods, but where are you going to put that? You climb onto the bed with him, and he hugs you, sucking on your tit. He feels so at peace. Your boobs are so soft and pretty. He wants to stay like this forever. But when Tomura feels those nimble fingers of yours start to trail across his lower back just above his ass he shivers.

He leaves open-mouthed kisses across your chest; he lets them get sloppy and wet as you rub his back.

“Need,” he whispers again, eyes half-lidded.

You tilt Tomura’s head up and give him his first proper kiss. He's seen this in movies and knows you're supposed to say “I love you” after...right? He doesn't know the full meaning of the three little words he's about to say.

“I love you y/n,” he says when you pull away.

“I love you too,” you say, taken aback just a bit.

He gives you a love-drunk smile and tries to rut against your thigh but yelps again, remembering how sensitive he is.

“C’mere pretty kitty,” you coo, “lay on your back for me,”

He nods and lays on his back, painfully aware of how exposed he is to your careful, calculating eyes. He starts purring when you muzzle your head into his neck. Are you going to mark him?! Do you really want him to be your mate?! Oh, he hopes so! He smiles, and his breathing picks up, but his ears flatten on his head when you pull away.

“No mate meow?” Tomura asks, face falling.

For the first time all day, he feels his cock soften sadly. He doesn't understand the look of confusion on your face and tears up a bit.

“I'm not sure I understand,” you say, brushing some hair out of his face and feeling guilty when you see his teary eyes.

“I want you to mark me,” he says, bottom lip quivering, “please meow?”

Your eyes widen, “oh,” maybe you did learn something useful in school, “of course honey,”

You lean down again, unsure of how hard to bite his neck. You can tell exactly where you're supposed to bite. A strong musky smell radiates from the side of his neck and you decide to sink your teeth in until you break skin. When you do, he sighs happily at the feeling of your admittedly dull teeth (in comparison to his) in his neck.

“Mate,” he purrs.

You pull away when you can tell he's satisfied. He pulls you in for another kiss, tasting some of his blood on your tongue. He doesn't notice your fingers traveling to the bottle of lube on the bed and pumping some onto your fingers. He does notice when you start to rub around where you're not supposed to.

“Hey! What are you doing, meow?!” Tomura says, squirming at the strange new sensation.

When you find your mark and circle his asshole, any objections he just made the in the past. When he feels your finger begin to sink into his tight hole, he sighs happily. He isn't supposed to be the one getting penetrated, but he can't help how much he loves the feeling of your finger wiggling around inside of him.

When you add in another finger, he meows happily, grinding on your fingers. All this pleasure without the pain, what has he done to deserve this? To deserve you? Tomura’s back arches as he moves his hips; he can feel himself coming to a different kind of climax, but you pull away right when he's on the edge.

He looks up at you with pleading eyes and trembling thighs. He sees you putting that strange liquid on something much larger and gulps. He feels his asshole gape around nothing, waiting for something to fill it up.

“Is that going inside me, meow?” he asks nervously.

“It won't hurt,” you say, cupping his face, “i promise,”

Tomura gulps but nods. He trusts you. When the head of the dildo pushes into him he's tense and panting already.

“You have to relax,” you whisper in his ear, “be a good boy and relax,”

He tries, letting the nervous knot in his stomach untangle. His breathing slows as you push in more of the dildo. It starts to feel good, having you in some of him, and it's even better when the head of the dildo hits a spot that makes him mewl. He wraps his arms around your neck and pulls you down to him, causing you to poke his prostate again.

He moans and buries his face in your neck, purring loudly. You start to move your hips at an agonizingly slow pace. You worm your arms under him and hold him close while you help him adjust. He's planting and mewling happily.

“Love you,” he moans, “I love you so much y/n,”

“I love you too, Tomura,” you whisper, kissing the shell of his ear.

“It's so good,” he groans, “you're amazing meow. The perfect mate,”

“Yeah?” you say, too focused to respond.

He nods, “the best ever,”

You keep thrusting, speeding up just a bit. That makes Tomura yelp happily. His tongue lolls out as he smiles. There's not one thought behind those beautiful red eyes—just pure pleasure. It's taking over his entire body and he can't help but meow happily.

He likes to think of himself as more refined than most hybrids. More human, but all he can think of now is how wonderful being your little kitty is.

“I'm gonna cum,” he whimpers, “gonna cum, meow”

His dick quivers, and his asshole clenches as cum spurts out of him, but it's still not enough. To satiate his desires, he needs to be inside of you when he cums. When you pull out of him slowly and remove the strap on, he bites the bullet and plunges into you, ignoring the pain that makes him sob and absolutely hammers into you.

You're helpless underneath him as he has his way with you. You can't deny how good he feels inside of you. Tomura hates how long he's lasting. He needs to get this over with, although having you cum on his cock would be pretty nice. When he feels you worm your fingers down to your clit he starts to be thankful he hasn't lost his mind and cum yet.

That look on your face makes him so happy. He wants you to be happy. He wants you to cum, so he holds out until you milk his cock with your cunt. And when he lets go it's heavenly. The itch has been scratched, and he collapses on top of you, purring as his tail twitches. You scratch behind his ears to help him get some much-needed rest.

It works nearly immediately, and your sweet kitty is asleep in mere minutes. You love Tomura more than you can put into words, and he loves his pretty little mate. His adorable little y/n.

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[vaingloriosa]

Fur Better or Fur Worse

RK900/Nines x Reader

Words: 1.5k

Summary: The unexpected pregnancy of your cat, Gemma, brings out an unexpected friendship with your hot neighbor.

Author’s note: < REBLOG to ZYPE > HAPPY BIRTHDAY, BRYAN DECHART! if it weren’t for the chat, i would’ve never known this man's birthday...now my life knows no peace. man, y’all, i cannot believe i am still around these neck of the woods...after ALL THIS TIME. here’s to bryan choosing not to cosplay nines because he’d be so damn powerful that it’d be game over for me and my [redacted]. enjoy the early upload!!

“Oh, Gemma, what have you gotten yourself into?”

You first noticed the bump on accident as you were preparing your orange tabby’s food. Gemma had become impatient at your slow pace when she stood up on her hind legs to claw at your thigh. You narrowed your eyes when you examined her closely. You always attributed her general plumpness to just her living her life deliciously but then you realize that you had gotten it all wrong.

Gemma is pregnant.

How could this be? You always kept the tabby indoors where she wouldn’t get into risky behavior and get herself hurt. You prided yourself in being the best cat parent, always keeping an eye on her whenever she was within your eyesight. However, you couldn’t always track her movements and you never trusted home security devices ever since they were introduced.

Then you remember the unbearable heat weave the swept across Detroit in mid-August. You couldn’t help but crack the window just a few inches...

Oh, gosh, Gemma must’ve escaped through the window of opportunity to explore the outside world. Now, you watch your cat give birth to her first litter of kittens inside your cramped closet. You close your eyes as you hear the small movement coming from within the box you had prepared beforehand for Gemma. You didn’t know how you would be able to take care of kittens with your new job that demanded more of your undivided attention and time. Taking care of Gemma was one thing but kittens required supervision, special care that was vastly different than an adult cat, and you weren’t sure if you can do this alone.

You move your head to face the new mother licking one of her kittens.

“Hold on a second,” you say underneath your breath and inch closer towards the cardboard box. While Gemma mindlessly tends to the kitten, you squint your eyes at your revelation.

“Gemmy, you little bastard, tell me you did not fuck the hot neighbor’s cat.”

Her soft little meow followed by her eyes closing a tiny bit gave you all the answers that you needed.

The kittens fur, although not fully set yet, were a shade of orange and gray with some kittens having orange paws. They all had gray tortoiseshell fur from head to toe. You rise from your crouched position to look over at your window. From the outside you can see the house lights at your neighbor’s and suddenly you feel like you’re in “The Great Gatsby” looking off into the light of the East Egg. Even from the distance you can make out the silhouette of the Russian Blue father.

You bite the bottom of your lip in contemplation.

Nines was more of an anomaly, a concept, rather than an actual real person. He felt like a ghost of sorts, always working odd hours down at the Detroit Police Department downtown. In your initial meeting, you found out that he’s an android after your housewarming gift of a pie was for nothing. However, Nines was thankful and even kept the damn thing. After that, you two never talked to each other but that didn’t stop you from coming up with silly daydreams that involved a lot of domesticity bliss and then some...

You were kind of dreading bringing this subject up.

A week goes by and you’re about nearly had it up to here with the kittens’ constant crying while you’re trying to fall asleep. Your work as a pharmacist had you constantly on your feet and all you wanted to do when you got home was relax. To be deprived of what little free time you had to tend to these kittens was overwhelming. Gemma was only one cat mother so it had to be all hands on deck to help her out.

As you plop your ass on the hardwood floors, you knew enough was enough. You’ve noticed the soft glow coming from Nines’ house beforehand and you had to seize the moment. You gather up the cardboard box with both Gemma and her kittens with your intent to march up to Nines’ door and demand some sort of child support. Cat food, kitten formula, hell, you would even settle for back massage at this point. All you needed was some peace of mind and to sleep for a one solid fucking hour.

The moment the door opens, the box of cats suddenly becomes heavy in your arms and your skin begins to form goose flesh all over. Those are some very gray eyes.

Nines tilts his head and says your name. “Are you aware of the time?”

You blink frantically, whooshing away those romantic thoughts and remembering why the hell you came here anyways. Gemma lets out a small meow and Nines looks down at the cardboard box.

“Thanks for answering your door at such a weird hour. I, um, I think your cat might have gotten my cat pregnant? And by the looks of her kittens, your cat is the only viable option.”

Nines draws closer to the box and reaches inside to pick up one of the kittens. He gazes into Gemma’s eyes, his own slight hooded, and pitches his voice up a few octaves. “Do you mind?”

Gemma answers him with another meow and exposes her belly towards him. Nines nods his head, a small smile forming at his lips, then secures the tiny kitten in the palm of his hand. The glow from the lights inside illuminates the gray and orange mewling kitten and you did not how you were keeping your cool; feeling an urge to place the box down and asking if you could kiss him after watching his soft behavior with your Gemma. Suddenly, a familiar gray cat appears at the door frame and brushes up against Nines’ leg.

“Oh my gosh!” you screech out in your tender animal voice. You can’t help but smile when you see the Russian Blue in the flesh for the first time. You gently place the box down on the porch and kneel down to get a better look. However, the gray cat did not want nothing to do with you because once his eyes lock onto Gemma, he immediately brushes past you and into the cardboard box with your cat. You watch the cat nuzzle his head against hers, licking her head as a gentle hello. Your heart melts at watching your cat receiving affection that you always yearned for.

Nines kneels down to place the kitten from his hands back with their mother. You two watch in fascination at the interaction between both of your cats. You reach over to pet the Russian Blue and for a second you thought it may be a bad idea but the moment your hand reaches his fur, he accepts you.

“His name is Apollo.”

“Her name is Gemma.”

You let out a snort as you witness Nines reaching over to pet your cat. She leans into his touch and you never wanted to be a cat more than right now. You take a seat on the porch and draw your legs closer to you.

“So, you think Apollo is the father?” It’s more of a rhetorical question than anything and you hear Nines’ let out a soft laugh under his breath. He takes a seat in front of the box and places his hands in his lap. You two watch in silence as Apollo begins to wash one of the kittens with his tongue and settles into the other corner of the fairly large box. You wish you could enjoy the peaceful moment until a pain shoots up through your neck from your spine. You wince at the sudden pain, rubbing the back of your neck and closing your eyes.

“Are you alright?” Nines asks, his voice conveying concern for your well-being. You hadn’t have someone ask if you were okay in a long time and you almost become shocked at the question.

“Just peachy,” you sigh out, “Well, actually, no, not really. With my work at the pharmacy, it always seems like I close then a few hours I have to open. I thought I could be a good cat parent and balance the two but...I didn’t think kittens could be this hard.”

Nines’ shifts his position to give you his full attention. You look up from the box to watch him closely.

“I would like to help you in any way possible.”

Your jaw nearly drops at his proposition. You must have made a face when he speaks up again. “I want to be there for you and Gemma.”

You place your hand over your heart and nod your head in near disbelief. You let out a tiny laugh then look back at Nines.

“So you want to raise a cat family with me?”

The corner of Nines’ mouth forms a small smile. “It would be my pleasure.”

You two work around your busy lifestyle. On days you know you will have to wake up early, Nines comes over to pick up Gemma and the kittens so you can have some quietness for once. Sometimes when Nines would text you about staying late at work, you would let yourself into his house to take his cat with you to stay over. You would go over with them in tow in order to have a play date with Apollo which made for a perfect opportunity to get to know Nines a bit more personally.

You couldn’t believe all it took was Gemma fucking Apollo to have Nines’ pin you up against his wall pressing hot kisses against your neck.

You make note to thank her later.

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[verdigrisprowl]

Mar 22 Blurr’s Horror Stream - Train to Busan

A brave, noble public servant died in this movie.

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

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

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OK I HAVE ANOTHER IDEA FOR CAT SHIGARAKI , what if cat shigaraki can actually turn into a cat 🐈 likr a full on cat, one day u where coming back from work and sensed someone was following u, but every time u would check u would find nothing not until the 5th time u turn around u see a little tail wiggling, u try to hide ur giggles and pretend u didn’t see him, shigaraki wasn’t sure why he was so interested in u since he basically hated everyone but something about u was so soft and sweet, shigaraki of course never trusts anyone after what happened to him ( poor baby was abused), after that little incident he started following u home every day, u of course didn’t mind but u really wanted to get a closer look ( u always had food outside wanting for him), on one rainy night shigaraki couldn’t find a place, he was scared,cold and hungry so he ends up scratching and meowing on ur door, u open the door and find this adorable yet really skinny cat and not to mention he was shaking ( one of his ears has a little cut) he looked like he was about to faint so u immediately picked him up and dried him off and fad him, he was exhausted so he passed out, until he woke up he never had anyone caring for him like that, u were really worried for him that really made him feel something he wasn’t so sure of but he knew he wanted ti stay , so this is the day u decided to take this random ass cat in that u had no idea if it was a male or female every time u wanted to check he would hiss ( he was really shy and thought u were pervert) at u so u gave up and picked a random name he didn’t like any but oh well, at first shigaraki was a bit grumpy and a bit shy but he eventually warmed up to u, until one day u we’re on the couch watching tv, shigaraki sees u and goes to cuddle with u ( he was feeling a bit really touched starved) u surprised to say the least, u took a little nap with him until u woke up and Felt something heavy on u, u look down to find a dude cuddling up on ur chest, u pushed him off and started panicking, he did have the cat ears and tail but no way is that ur pet, shigaraki woke annoyed until he remembered he was in his human form, u we’re asking so may questions all he wanted to do is cuddle with u for god sake, he explained everything to u and told u his name , u didn’t mind tbh u had to admit he was kind of cute in his human form, plus it’s not like u haven’t heard if hybrids before u know a lot of people have them so why not have one too , it’s been a almost a year since that day and u never regretted having shigaraki he was absolutely precious.

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Your neighborhood might not have been in the nicest area, and you might be just a little paranoid, but you've never felt like this before. You could practically feel the eyes on your back. You checked behind you every so often but never saw anyone and assumed you were just more anxious than normal.

However, you were being followed by someone who could kill you with just one touch. Even though he'd learned to control his quirk, Tomura Shigaraki had little regard for human life. He hated almost everyone but took an interest in you.

It wasn't that he liked you. He was just curious, like a hunter hunting new prey or a scientist watching a new specimen. It didn't matter that the smell of your sweet perfume had drawn him in, and the way you were just so unbearably cute had kept him very interested.

He had followed you for four whole blocks; he got worried when you started heading towards this part of town. Tomura followed you, ready to attack anyone who tried to hurt you. He had concluded that you were the only tolerable person to exist on this stupid dying planet.

It got tricky when he followed you into an alley. There wasn't really anywhere to hide. He stepped on a twig and darted behind a trash can, praying that you didn't see him. Unfortunately you did see him. Well, part of him.

When you checked behind you again, a cute little tail was sticking out from behind an overflowing garbage can. You bit your lip as you smiled, pretending that you didn't see the kitty’s tail. To be fair, you didn't know if it was a girl or a boy, but you had gone with a random hunch you had.

When you reached your apartment, you took one final look around but assumed the little kitty had disappeared. Tomura wanted so badly to race right past you into your house and refuse to leave, but he didn't know who you were or what you'd do to a random uninvited cat. He just couldn't trust you. He wished he could.

The next time he walked by your house, he noticed some cat food sitting out. Did you have another cat? Who cares? He was hungry, so he walked up and ate most of the food. Maybe you could be a consistent source of food. When he heard your door unlock from the new box he'd taken residence in, he followed you to work and then back to your apartment. This went on for a good week and a half.

One day it began to rain. And then it started to pour. The box Tomura had taken shelter in was damp, and rain came right through it. He wanted to cry, he had nowhere to go, and he was cold. So so cold. He tried to hide anywhere he could but was chased out by other cats. He ran back to your apartment and desperately clawed and meowed at your door.

Inside, you heard him despite the heavy rain. If you‘d had the TV going, you wouldn't have heard his sad meows, but thankfully, you did. You open the door to see the cat that follows you home. He's skinny and has patches of fur missing, nearly bald, and his ear is cit. He's shivering and looks like he's about to faint.

You immediately scoop him up and hold him to your chest hoping to warm him up while you get a fresh towel out of the dryer. It's still warm and you wrap him up in it.

“Oh, poor kitty, you must be so hungry,” you say, picking him up while he's snuv in the warm towel.

He mewls quietly, agreeing with you. The food you'd been leaving out was always eaten by other cats when he got there.

“Come on, sweetie, it's gonna be okay,” you reassure.

He lets you carry him to the kitchen, where you open some cat food for him. He lets you feed him. He feels too weak to stand on his own legs. When the can of food is gone, his eyelids droop, and he nearly falls asleep in your arms. When you put him down, he cries for you to stay with him.

He's never felt this way before. Tomura isn't sure if he can trust you or not, but he needs you. He has to try and trust you.

“Aww, you want me to stay with you,” you're already gushing over the cute cat, “of course, sweetie,”

You scoop him into your arms and undo the towel a bit so he's not constricted. You fall asleep with him in your arms. When he wakes up, he sees you scrolling through your phone; he peeks at it and sees you're looking at missing pet reports.

His heart sinks. His old owner may not have cared about him but the thought of them putting up a report made him shake. You feel him stir and see how scared he looks.

“Hey, hey, it's okay,” you say, noticing him staring at the screen, “you can stay with me,”

He mewls in agreement and wriggles out of your arms.

“Hold on buddy,” you say picking him up.

When he notices where you're trying to look, he hisses at you and squirms until you put him down. If he'd have known you were such a pervert, he would have stayed out in the rain. The way you scratch behind his ears makes him forget all about how weird you were, and he purrs loudly.

“What should we name you?” you wonder out loud, you look at his light blue fur and decide on a name, “how about snowball,”

Tomura pretty much hates the name you chose for him, but oh well. He hops off the bed and decides to poke around the house. You follow him around and make sure he doesn't try to eat anything he shouldn't. Something in his little kitty brain lights up when he sees a room with a bunch of boxes. He doesn't know why he's so compelled to jump in them, but when he does, he's elated.

He hops in and out of them, looking at you for approval whenever he jumps, particularly high. You always reward him with clapping and words of praise. When he's finished playing on what he's deemed as the box room, he heads to the living room, rubbing his face all over your furniture to mark it as his territory.

He does the same with the rest of your house as well as you. He's having a good time until you pick him up and try to peek where you're not supposed to again. He hisses at you and is grumpy for the rest of the day, hiding under the couch, climbing into the cupboards, and causing havoc throughout your home.

When you yank him down from the highest shelf of the laundry room, he frowns at you (as much as a cat can) and stalks away to sleep on the couch. You're honestly not worried about his grumpiness. It just means he's getting his strength back and standing up for himself.

You do have to admit that you miss the way he had curled up in your arms last night. You love living with your kitty, and he still follows you to work time and time again. Over time he became for comfortable and a bit nicer (no more random biting) until he was comfortable enough to nap at the end of your bed.

The next time it rained, tomura was terrified. You were watching TV on the couch, and he jumped onto your chest. He needed you to cuddle him while it rained, so he didn't feel scared anymore. You were happy and also a bit surprised. Of course, you didn't complain while he purred as you held him.

His purring lulled you to sleep, and he got so comfortable he accidentally switched back into his hybrid form. Tomura wasn't born a cat, but hybrids on the streets are treated so cruelly that he decided he was safer im his cat form. When you woke up to a heavy weight on your chest, you jumped, causing Tomura to wake up.

When you look down and see a random guy lying on you, you immediately push him to the floor, trying not to look too far down since he was naked (cats don't wear clothes. You can't blame him). The thing that scared you the most was that you couldn't find your cat.

“Who are you!” you shrieked, looking down at the man.

You noticed he had the same ears and tail as “snowball,” but there's no way he was your pet Tomuras is a bit disgruntled from being woken up from his nap but kind of understands your distress.

“Who do you think?” he says, “I’m your cat, just a hybrid,”

You stare at him in shock, of course you knew about hybrids but he still scared you.

“My names Tomura,” he says, “so you can stop calling me snowball,”

“Why didn't you tell me?” you ask, confused, “I still would've taken you in,”

“Well I didn't know that,” he snapped.

Tomura was much moodier in his hybrid form because he had a better memory. He was able to remember all the abuse he endured and how badly he was treated. He didn't want to go through that again, but when you scratched behind his ears, he couldn't keep himself from purring.

“Let’s get you some clothes,” you say, guiding him to your room.

You had some spare clothes your brother had forgotten when he moved out. Tomura put them on eagerly, not wanting you to look too far down. Having fresh, clean clothes on was a new experience to him; his old master never gave him any, and he cringed at the thought, beginning to panic a bit.

You noticed the change in his breathing and wrapped your arms around him. That same sweet smell of your perfume that had drawn him in reached his nose, and he began to breathe slowly, taking in it all in.

“It’s okay,” you say softly, “it’s okay now you're safe,”

He nods, getting choked up at the thought of you caring about him. Over time your friendship strengthens, and even some romance blooms. You love spending the night snuggling with him and kissing him. Tomuras the best thing to ever happen to you and your the best to him.

He's finally found someone he can trust.

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