Legit, I am actually scared to question people on if they missed a thread because I’ve had so many people snap at or even drop me when I only asked once(Note: I ask as politely as I can).
Because of this, I’ve let threads die because I am legitimately too scared to ask.
So, in light of this: Reblog this post if you don’t mind occasionally (Like after a period of one or two weeks) being asked if you got the last reply.
^^^THIS^^^
PLEASE
I’ve said it like a billion times on my blog again and again that I’m mega forgetful and yes I will miss the notification for an RP response so PLEASE MESSAGE ME! Our thread will end up abandoned if you DON’T poke me, I literally will NEVER snap. If you’re only messages me every few days to see, I don’t be mad I literally will genuinely THANK YOU for helping me and more short-term memory remember to reply!
Also on that note, notifications literally get SWALLOWED with my high activity, DO NOT be afraid to SEND ME LINKS to our thread!!!
((Welp I forgot that I changed my icon to this and then made a serious reply as a God so now I’m imagining Bellator, the Flame of Battle, with a mustache.
((Also props to @thesoundlessvoid for making THE BEST AND MOST FITTING PUN FOR THIS STACHE:
The mighty warrior stands tall, his servos resting on the pommel of his blade as it stands in the ground. His eyes are closed, but a grin spreads what’s left of his lips at the question.
Ah, Useless One. I am never left waiting long. There are always those who plot, who take up the sword against those who would strike them down. But, the acts of revenge that taste most sweet on my sword… Ah, Rung. Those are the ones that take time. Those who have time and again been denied, finally able to rest their claws across their opponent’s throat…
These moments are to be savored. Swift vengeance is called for often, but it is never as satisfying as that which has been left to stew.
Tell me, Rung, what do you believe this heretic deserves?
The Useless One yelps softly when the heavy servo comes down on his shoulder, nearly pushed over by the weight of it. He blinks up at the other and smiles softly at the enjoyment that Bellator seems to be getting simply from the fact that his compatriot is dreaming up punishments.
Reaching out to the massive god, he brushes his fingertips against Bellator’s, motioning for him to come and sit down rather than standing on the alert.
“And what about you? What are you daydreaming of? Is it just revenge or is it the enjoyment from being freed to act?”
The Useless One was full of surprises, so accommodating to such a destructive force. With a wave of his hand the sword dissolved, its essence returning to his form as he sat.
The form your question takes belies a deeper understanding, yet you ask the wrong one. This revenge is not my own. I answer the call of others. My flame is the passion that burns in those with the desire to fight.
Bellator reached his dulled servo into his chest, removing the brilliant orb to let it dance just above his outstretched hand.
That is what I am made to feel. Their angers, their fears, their triumphs and failures, their satisfaction. My warriors fill me, their will to win fuels me and in turn I give them strength. It is not freedom that I revel in, for I do not care for it.
He carefully replaced the flame, smirking and showing his teeth.
No, Rung. I dream of purpose. The thrill of a direction so certain that it consumes all else but the challenge. Being a part of such a thing is what I live for, my friend.
((If I owe you please read!))
Hey guys, I’m back! I know it’s been a long time and I’m sorry for my absence, but I think I really needed that break. I’m trying to make a list of people I owe stuff, and if you’re on here please let me know if you’re up for continuing despite the lateness, or if you just want to let something drop. I won’t be offended, I promise. ❤
Godformers stuff: I know it’s past the magic anon date, but we were doing some pretty cool stuff and I’m willing to finish them out if you guys are!
@the-scrappy-stinger I want to at least make one more reply to Pyarr regarding his rescue from himself. If you want to continue it after that, let me know! Otherwise my reply can round out the thread.
@willnotgogently We were having such a lovely (if admittedly morbid) discussion with the gods and I just sort of dropped off, I’m so sorry! I have a reply mostly written up that I can finish if you’d be interested in continuing that, otherwise no worries! We can always interact again in the future.
Not Godformers stuff: This stuff was started before the anon and is quite old at this point, but I’m not at all uninterested in it! I haven’t forgotten and I would love to get back to it, if not in the same threads, then in new ones.
@ask-smokescreen Megs and Smokey need to talk more about Cybertron’s future and the list of coordinates they found! I have the discovery thread still if you want to continue that, or we can just start anew.
@big-shoes-to-fill I know Sabri left a while ago, but if you’d like to continue his discussion with Megs, hit me up! But seriously, no pressure dude. ILU ❤
If you’re waiting on something from me and you’re not on this list please let me know! I’m a forgetful mun sometimes and I’ve been gone a while. Also: just because you’re not on here doesn’t mean I don’t wanna do stuff with you! This is just stuff I really need to catch up on. New stuff will come later ❤
Lord Megatron! My most favoritest mech in the entire multiverse!
Have a mustache.
Leave.
((On mobile, bear with me))
((I apologize for the lack of activity on here for the last couple of days, this weekend/week has been unexpectedly full and left me too drained to do much writing. If you’ve sent me an ask or you’re waiting on my reply, I’m not ignoring you or disappointed, I love them! I just need some time for myself before I can write with any kind of quality. There’s still time before Godformers ends and I am having so much fun with you guys! I’ll be back more actively soon, thank you meanwhile for your patience ♡
Bellator hears this mighty call, standing from his resting place amidst the celebrating soldiers.
SILENCE!
All the rough-housing, all the drinking and partying stops as Bellator listens… Some great beast comes. He draws his sword from the air, stalking out into the hallway, to meet the approaching storm.
Who dares?!
(The sword catches a lucky point and hits clean between the tail’s gnashing jaws. Still thrashing even through being caught, the momentum of the blade and the writhing of the mouth drive the sword through it until the Pyarrr monster’s tail lies in uneven chunks on the ground. The head turns to attack again, the body pivoting under it and missing Bellator as he leaps. The blade drives deep into the creature’s back, splits it open halfway, crackling like a hatchet being driven into wood. Pyarrr’s arms come around, but can’t reach, and Pyarrr’s wings arch backwards but can’t quite connect.)
(And deep within the wound, at the core of the monster, a tiny white arm is freed, and a clawed hand reaches out before the body rushes in and heals over it.)
Bellator rides the mighty beast as it struggles, clinging to his sword to stay crouched between the reach of its claws. As such, he’s forced to keep his helm down, close to the healing wound, close enough to see… an arm.
It is quickly swallowed up again, the empty flesh knitting together around the sword still stuck in its back. The flame flares brightly, as his followers called for an end, victory over this monster, and Bellator was glad to oblige. Standing on the creature’s back, taking a rake across his own, the war god dashes forward while leaning on his sword to split its wound open again. As the flesh begins to heal, Bellator flips around, running the other direction to split the creature all the way down the length of its back.
Now! His clawed servo dives down into the writhing body, reaching for something, anything at its core. He feels something solid in the center, not quite able to wrap his claws around it.
The mighty warrior stands tall, his servos resting on the pommel of his blade as it stands in the ground. His eyes are closed, but a grin spreads what’s left of his lips at the question.
Ah, Useless One. I am never left waiting long. There are always those who plot, who take up the sword against those who would strike them down. But, the acts of revenge that taste most sweet on my sword… Ah, Rung. Those are the ones that take time. Those who have time and again been denied, finally able to rest their claws across their opponent’s throat…
These moments are to be savored. Swift vengeance is called for often, but it is never as satisfying as that which has been left to stew.
Tell me, Rung, what do you believe this heretic deserves?
“Suffering deserves suffering.” Rung grit out, his fingers curling tightly around his staff so that the electric prod on the end spasmed with arcs of light that shot out towards the ground and singed a half moon circle around him. He has to force himself to take his hands off and reign it back in, taking deep vents as he pulls himself back to calmness.
“This -thing- inflicted hurt of a vile sort. And on a God of Light no less. One that stands for family, togetherness and love. I have seen and expected such things done towards me in the past, but to do this to Dynasty is a whole new sort of sickness.”
His hands slide together down the length of the staff and he takes another vent, a faint smile crossing his features. “This monster has made not just a god suffer, however, but also a sparkling. I think it would be appropriate if, before death, they felt as defenseless as the sparkling did. Rip away their ability to use weapons and t-cog. Peel off pieces of their plating slowly and perhaps drip acid into their wires so their ability to move is slowed then stopped. To start.”
Ahahaha! Wonderful!
Bellator lifts his blunt servo to clap it on Rung’s rounded shoulder, still grinning broadly.
You see? That is the spark, there! You focus on his crime and fed by that anger and disgust, focus further still on so many ways to make him suffer, each more creative than the last. You relish and lust for that satisfaction, imagining it over and over…
He sighs happily, returning to his standing posture while his inner flame flickers.
Your revenge on behalf of Dynasty will come, but until then, let it sink in, delight in your daydreams until they become the stuff of his nightmares. Oh, how sweet your revenge will taste…
Bellator hears this mighty call, standing from his resting place amidst the celebrating soldiers.
SILENCE!
All the rough-housing, all the drinking and partying stops as Bellator listens… Some great beast comes. He draws his sword from the air, stalking out into the hallway, to meet the approaching storm.
Who dares?!
Wires and circuitry snapping, cables severing and splashing his draining blade with lifeblood. These were sensations he was familiar with whenever his sword sank into another’s frame; what he felt now felt more organic, empty flesh, like he’d somehow missed everything. Something wasn’t right…
Bellator didn’t have much time to think before Pyarr’s claws closed around him, digging into his chest and waist as the crazed beast attempted to wrench him apart. He strained and glared, the light within him flashing to blind his opponent and force him to let go. Gripping his sword, Bellator slashed to the side, cutting a long gash to remove his blade and still feeling that strange, empty flesh. He jumped back, crouching in wait for another charge as flames began to rise from the massive weapon.
(Chunks of Pyarrr fall off with the swipe, and where they hit the ground, they burst into fresh soil and flowers. Pyarrr still stands. Distracted by the pain, his head curls away to nurse at the fresh wound.)
( But now Pyarrr’s fanged and mouthy tail attacks Bellator. A long serpentine tongue tastes the air and snaps at the heat it feels, and it hones in near-perfectly on Bellator’s broad chest. It makes no sound; it neither breathes nor smells of ingesting. It is a mouth without lungs or a stomach, a set of teeth for the sake of teeth, and even as it attacks, Pyarrr’s wounds knit and heal steadily…)
Energon does not gush from the wounds as it would from living fuel lines, but instead seeps, like sap from a damaged tree. Pyarr is a god of nature, but he’s never seen anything like it.
As the tail lashes towards him, Bellator rolls forward and slashes in an attempt to sever the wild appendage, remembering how the normally peaceful god had been bodily overwhelmed, lashing out before appearing in this form… and it is this tainted form of worship that his own followers have taken issue with.
My quarrel is with this monster I see before me, not the benevolent Pyarr. If it is in my power, your defeat shall bring restoration! This is my vow!
The mighty warrior leaps into the air, attempting to drive his flaming sword into the creature’s back.
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