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dragovianknightBut sometimes, it's do that or let your head explode, and brains are SO HARD to get off the ceiling.
"I just don't understand her," Silverbolt muttered as Blackarachnia left the room in a huff.
"And I don't understand why she puts up with you," a voice observed from the shadows, "but the universe is full of mysteries. That's why I became a scientist."
"Tundra. I didn't realize you were there." Silverbolt felt his ears going back a little. "What do you mean?"
"I mean, I've seen Predacons try to extinguish each other over lesser insults than she routinely lets you get away with."
"All the more evidence that she is not truly a Predacon."
"More likely evidence that, for some reason I can't fathom, she's aft over processor for you." Tundra transformed, the branching antlers of her beast mode suddenly far too close for Silverbolt's comfort. "Personally, I'd have kicked your head in by now."
Silverbolt took a step back, and let Tundra proceed to the lift before replying. "I just want..."
"I know what you want." She shook her head. "Primus, everyone knows what /you/ want! The problem is, everyone but you knows what /she/ wants, too. And they aren't. The same. Thing."
Although I'm not sure I'll feel better until I've achieved blood and body parts.*
This worries me less than the fact the lionesses are looking at Megatron going, "You know, we chose these beast modes for a reason: male lions compete to donate sperm and babysitting duties, and that's it. Do you really think we're going to take orders from a male of an extinct species?" I may have some concerns that the Pride is going to end up a third faction.
It's possible my OCs are getting out of my control, is what I'm saying.
Meanwhile, it's just slightly possible that I may have broken down and ordered a bunch of imps that will give me the option of smelling like a chaotic evil paladin or a clockwork spider. *head in hands* Thank any and all gods for imps. BPAL's shipping rates are still fucking ridiculous, though.
*Not as part of the actual story. Probably. And it's not like this could ever go into the fic itself because the best person to get up Silverbolt's nose about this is Wingstorm, and I don't plan to rob him of his big "fuck you!" scene.
"I just don't understand her," Silverbolt muttered as Blackarachnia left the room in a huff.
"And I don't understand why she puts up with you," a voice observed from the shadows, "but the universe is full of mysteries. That's why I became a scientist."
"Tundra. I didn't realize you were there." Silverbolt felt his ears going back a little. "What do you mean?"
"I mean, I've seen Predacons try to extinguish each other over lesser insults than she routinely lets you get away with."
"All the more evidence that she is not truly a Predacon."
"More likely evidence that, for some reason I can't fathom, she's aft over processor for you." Tundra transformed, the branching antlers of her beast mode suddenly far too close for Silverbolt's comfort. "Personally, I'd have kicked your head in by now."
Silverbolt took a step back, and let Tundra proceed to the lift before replying. "I just want..."
"I know what you want." She shook her head. "Primus, everyone knows what /you/ want! The problem is, everyone but you knows what /she/ wants, too. And they aren't. The same. Thing."
Although I'm not sure I'll feel better until I've achieved blood and body parts.*
This worries me less than the fact the lionesses are looking at Megatron going, "You know, we chose these beast modes for a reason: male lions compete to donate sperm and babysitting duties, and that's it. Do you really think we're going to take orders from a male of an extinct species?" I may have some concerns that the Pride is going to end up a third faction.
It's possible my OCs are getting out of my control, is what I'm saying.
Meanwhile, it's just slightly possible that I may have broken down and ordered a bunch of imps that will give me the option of smelling like a chaotic evil paladin or a clockwork spider. *head in hands* Thank any and all gods for imps. BPAL's shipping rates are still fucking ridiculous, though.
*Not as part of the actual story. Probably. And it's not like this could ever go into the fic itself because the best person to get up Silverbolt's nose about this is Wingstorm, and I don't plan to rob him of his big "fuck you!" scene.
