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Hey, I know it’s been some time since I’ve been here, but I just wanted to let you know that Pascal is being moved to a new blog. If you wish to keep interacting with him, please follow him over to my new blog.

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                                     “Bow before me.”

                   Transformers/Original Species OC: Nebulous

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“Nothin’ wrong with having a buttload of partners. Some like many. Some only one. Don’t be judgin’ or hatin’.”

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I’m just going to slam this under a read-more so feel free to ignore but--

I say this quite often and I mean very often because I want people to understand that they’re not the ones at fault here for the way I behave or think. I am. My brain is, okay? Not you. I have Social Anxiety and have for quite some time. Didn’t really start developing or showing signs til about late Elementary School / Middle School since that’s when the abuse with my mother started to get really bad. I wasn’t diagnosed until.. High School I believe when I was finally forced to see a therapist and I do say forced because I didn’t go willingly. My parents made me. Mostly my father and thank god for that because honestly? I needed to see one for a good long time.

Anyways what I’m trying to get at is that it’s hard for me to talk to people and I mean very hard. Some days are harder than others while other days, I’m fine. Sometimes I even get into these moods where I legit want to have full-blown conversations with people and those are rare. Very rare. When I get into these moods, I actually get brave and approach people and start talking to them about anything. Anything. It can silly (mostly is since I’m a silly person) or can be about something else. Again I want to drive the point where I say this is a very rare mood for me to get into so...

When you go and be an asshole to me out of the blue for no reason and I haven’t done anything to you, this mood instantly flies out the window and I go and hide, apologizing over and over again for even bothering you in the first place. Now I’m not saying you can’t have bad days, because we’re people and people have feelings. We have good days and bad days. If you’re having a bad day however, that doesn’t excuse you for being an asshole to me or anyone for that matter. If I’m having a bad day, I do the considerate thing and usually sign off any messaging systems or put my status as Do Not Disturb or Invisible. Seems logical no? I’m not saying you have to do the same thing by any means, but if I approach you for conversation and you’re not in the mood to talk, then kindly tell me to leave you alone and I will without any arguments. Being an asshole to me, someone who has Social Anxiety and a multitude of other issues makes me not want to approach you for future conversations or hell, not approach anyone for future conversations. Even the ones who haven’t treated me poorly. This is just how I’m wired... 

I’m not saying you have to treat me like a delicate flower because if you do, I’ll tell you to fuck off immediately. I just want you to treat me like a decent human being and understand that your words and or actions have consequences. Especially to someone like myself. I will never hate you, but I will remember the things you said or did to me. Just remember that.

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...No wonder I keep to myself. Heh.

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sweet-talkin-gladiator·:

::I apologize, did I wake you?:: It’s Nebulous, their voice sounds different, like they’re exhausted. ::I could call back later, if you can not speak right now?::

The other bot was also in bed, although it was inside of a medbay, it was early morning for them, and Nebulous wasn’t allowed to leave just yet given that their frame is still in rough shape from a previous accident.

::I was just.. lonely. I.. Wanted to talk to you.:: Nebulous nervously rubbed at their servos, their frame was sore.

::It’s fine. Really. I haven’t spoken to ya in ages.:: Pascal slides off his berth, stretching, ::I needed to wake up anyways. Been sleepin’ enough as is.:: He wanders over to his Energon storage compartment and starts rummaging through it.

::Well I’m here now, so.. We can talk if ya want. What’s up? Where ya been?:: He pulls up a bottle of highgrade and opens it, ::Ya sound kinda tired there Nebs. Ya sure ya should be talkin’?::

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vietalis·:

“I’m fine.” Except she felt terrible for keeping him out of the loop. “I don’t – I will tell you what’s going on when the time is right. It’s just maybe smarter to be home for it.” A shoulder shrugged. “I’m..I’m not sure how you’re going to feel about it. You might be upset with me.” Which she really hoped not. That would break her spark.

Another glance is turned towards Reviver as a soft frown tug on Pascal’s lips. From the way she was going on about, she sounded like.. she was breaking up with him and she was merely waiting until they were home to properly do so. Should he really be that surprised...? Of course, he was. He stupidly believed someone was going to stick around once again and now that appeared to not be the case. He should have known better.

Pascal faces forward once more, his features going entirely blank as he grips the wheel tightly. He wanted to cry of course, but no.. not right now. He was going to get them to Cybertron first and then well... let things take their course. Maybe after this, he would finally learn his lesson and just stay away from love once and for all. 

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Pascal leans into Rung's personal space and grins, showing his fangs a bit, "Hey there Ringer-ding-a-ling-ting. How you doin'?" (Feel free to ignore this but he knows Rung so yeah.. Excuse him. He's horrible. He knows Rung's name is Rung, but likes to tease none the less.)

“Seeing as you went out of your way with that name, I’ve no doubt you know it so please, don’t call me by such a…horrid name.”

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brightest-spark-on-cybertron·:

All his years of practicing had him wanting to pick apart the mech, but…he no longer held his title, nor did he really wish to hold it so instead, he reached out and placed a servo on the mech’s arm. 

“Sorry, It’s a bad habit…I’m doing my best to break it. I…um I’m doing alright? A bit busy, which is never a bad thing. I’ve recently adopted, or rather, was gifted a cybercat, she’s been a wonderful addition. I call her Buggy, because she likes to cuddle.”

Pascal glances down at his arm as it's touched and instead of pulling away as one might, he instead moves his arm to take Rung’s servo in his. Got em. He smiles and in another motion, lifts the mech up with the same hand and holds him against him, “Cybercat named Buggy named? That sounds adorable. I’m glad someone is keepin’ ya company...”

The former knight smiles, wrapping his arms around Rung to keep him steady, “I have a small companion myself. A small cyberhound by the name of Lena. I would introduce ya to her, but she’s only fond of me really. Not much for strangers.. Which given her background and how I even came across her in the first place, I guess it makes sense why she doesn’t trust anyone else. She’s cute as hell though. Couldn’t imagine my life without her.” 

He tilts his helm, optics dimming some, “Yer not still a therapist are ya? The Rung I knew was at some point, but then he became like.. some barkeeper or somethin’. I don’t know. Can’t really remember. Never really pressed him for the details since I felt it wasn’t really my place to ask, ya know?”

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@sweet-talkin-gladiator​ said; There's a pinging from his comm, from Nebulous. They've been off the radar for quite sometime, disappearing without a word to anyone.

Pascal jerks awake, the incessant pinging rousing him from his slumber. He peers blearily around in the dark, trying to force his optics to adjust by rubbing them some, :: Hhuha... Huh? Hello? What? Who?::

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vietalis·:

The addition of guilt nearly made her purge on the floor. Shakily the femme vented, her shoulders drooping. She was afraid to say anything, afraid to tell him what was really going on, because before she knew it, the situation could eliminate itself. And she couldn’t give him false hope.

“Pascal,” she called softly. “You know – You know I love you.”

“I know ya do, Rev. It’s why ya bothered to stick around with my sorry ass for this long.” Pascal mutters as he grips the wheel, glancing back at the femme for a moment, “I just wish you’d tell me what’s up, but if ya don’t wanna then it’s whatever. Can’t know everythin’ that’s goin’ on inside yer noggin’ all the time.”

He begins to set up the ship to get ready for their course for Cybertron. The ship hums softly with life and jets forward after a moment, engines ablaze. The former knight faces forward, now focused on the window in front of him.

“Why don’t ya go lay down, babe? Ya don’t really look that good... Lena will keep you company, I’m sure.”

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vietalis·:

“No,” she said quickly, her head shaking. Maybe a tad too quickly. Primus, she felt sick. She wanted to be honest with him, but it was too early for her to be certain of anything. She stepped back, her own plating flexing cautiously. 

“Pascal, I could never. It’s – it’s not you.” Reviver twisted her fingers, frowning at the floor. “Technically speaking it’s – it’s me.”

The former knight’s frown seems to only deepen as he observes Reviver, his optics squinting some in suspicion, “...You’re hidin’ somethin’ from me again.” Instantly his wings rose as did his arms as he went to cross them. He was trying not to get angry but he didn’t like it when Reviver hid things from him. Especially with what happened before.

Pascal sits in the captain’s chair, drawing up the console again and setting up a course for ‘home’, Cybertron, “Fine. Keep your damn secrets. I’ll get us back home soon.”

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“Pascal.” She reached for him with a wave of uncertainty, her delicate hand moving over the grove of his pauldron. Her spark quivered in her chamber, unsure and so very nauseous. But it had to be said. They had to have this conversation.

“We need to talk. A-and don’t be anxious. It’s not a bad thing. Necessarily.” Blue optics flickered to the side. “I think. I think it’s time to go home.”

Pascal’s digit pauses in mid-swipe over the console and he glances up towards Reviver, appearing taken back by what she said, “Go.. go home?” He repeats, his brows furrowing together as he stands abruptly, “What? Why? I.. I didn’t even show you Earth yet or some other stuff. Ya really want to go home now...? What about your brother? Isn’t he like still roamin’ around and stuff? Is it safe to go ba--”

He pauses, his optics quietly studying the femme for a moment before he frowns and his wings lower, “Oh... Yer wantin’ to go back home because ya gettin’ tired of bein’ around me, aren’t ya...”

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Pascal leans into Rung's personal space and grins, showing his fangs a bit, "Hey there Ringer-ding-a-ling-ting. How you doin'?" (Feel free to ignore this but he knows Rung so yeah.. Excuse him. He's horrible. He knows Rung's name is Rung, but likes to tease none the less.)

“Seeing as you went out of your way with that name, I’ve no doubt you know it so please, don’t call me by such a…horrid name.”

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brightest-spark-on-cybertron·:

“I’ve put quite a few bots in their places in my lifetime, I assure you that I’m not that different from my alternates.” He hums, giving the mech a soft look. 

“It sounds like you were already attached, my dear. There is nothing wrong with that either. I’ve grown quite attached to the mechs I’ve spent time with. It hurts when we must part but the experiences allow me to have a more positive outlook on future relationships.”

Pascal can’t help frowning, his frame drawing in closer in on himself, “Yeah well, even if I was attached to him, it’s good he left. I would have just--” He stops himself and tosses his servos up, “Nope. Nope, we’re not doin’ this again. Nuh-uh.”

The former knight turns his back to Rung for a moment, trying not to let his thoughts get the best of him, “Enough about me, please, tell me how you doin’... I know you’re not the same Rung I knew but like still...” He peeks over his shoulder, gazing softly at the other mech, “It’s nice hearin’ his voice again.. or your voice rather, so like tell me anythin’ ya wanna talk about. Anythin’. As long as it’s not about me, okay?”

[leneemusing]

i do not want to burn like some untamed wild fire doomed to grow cold when the wind dies

— lenee h. 

[leneemusing]

i’ve become addicted, you see to that nectar of her thighs as desperate as a honeybee for the thick scent of her petals

like a siren with a smooth song her mouth has bewitched me i could be audience all night long to the thrall of her melodies  

— Lenee H.

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Anyways.. Since I’m back, would anyone like to plot something or start previous threads? Please let me know!