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PROMPTS FOR WORKAHOLIC CHARACTERS WHO PUSH THEMSELVES TOO HARD * assorted dialogue, adjust as necessary
there's still a lot of work to be done.
i'm not finished with it yet.
i can't give up just yet.
there's nothing noble about working yourself to death.
you think i can't handle this myself?
there's not enough hours in the day.
i realize you think you have to do this.
working like this helps me think.
i'll sleep when i'm dead.
your work ethic scares me sometimes.
i don't need your help.
do you ever sleep?
they need me.
no matter how hard you work, it won't bring them back.
do you realize how crazy that sounds?
i'm not stopping until this is done.
you need to slow down.
i feel like i'm wasting my life.
have you ever taken a vacation?
i can handle this on my own.
i'm nothing without my work.
you're going to get sick if you keep going like this.
you've proven your point.
you're going to work yourself to death.
there are worse ways to spend a life.
you can't keep going at this pace.
i don't have time to rest.
it needs to be done.
do you have any healthy coping mechanisms, by any chance?
there's no time to waste.
i think it's time for you to take a break.
everything was going great until you stopped me.
i can't sleep yet. not until this is done.
i'm the only one who can do this.
at least let me help you.
if i just focus on my work, i don't have to think about anything else.
i'm not asking you to take a break, i'm telling you.
did you really have to interrupt like that?
i'm not budging.
it's my life's work.
you're not going to convince me otherwise.
when was the last time you slept?
i'll help you finish the job if you promise to get some rest.
you're practically falling asleep standing up.
you can finish this in the morning.
let me get you to bed.
don't you get it? it's over!
working yourself to death isn't going to fix anything.
if i don't do it, no one else will.
i wish you would take some time to rest.
i'm not taking a break, if that's what you're asking.
you just broke my concentration, thank you very much.
i'm not going to bed.
i don't know how to quit.
they're counting on me.
too many people rely on me.
i can't disappoint them.
you need a vacation.
i wish you would just listen to me and slow down.
your eye bags have eye bags.
all right, that's it. i'm putting my foot down.
no more excuses.
what do you get out of this? this overworking thing?
without my work... i'm nothing.
no one else is going to step in.
i don't care about me. i care about them.
we have unfinished business.
if i stop now, it'll be like giving up.
i'm a perfectionist. it's in my nature.
better to pour myself into my work than something else.
i wish you would go easy on yourself.
this is very unhealthy.
A WHOLE BUNCH OF QUESTIONS * assorted questions i just came up with, adjust as necessary.
where did you find this?
you really thought this would work?
was it something i said?
have you been keeping this from me the whole time?
would you help me zip this in the back?
are you paying attention to me?
when were you going to tell me the truth?
who are you, really?
will you help me lift this?
where did this even come from?
who gave you this?
where did you learn to shoot like that?
did you ever think it would come to this?
when did you know?
do you believe in ghosts?
are you telling me the truth?
does it ever stop hurting?
would you pass that to me?
would you ever consider... us?
can you turn the lights off when you go?
maybe you could give me a massage?
was that a good idea?
do you think i was too harsh?
do you realize what you just did?
when's the last time you slept?
are you mocking me?
who taught you to use a sword?
was that fun? did you have a good time?
so when are we doing that again?
will you come upstairs?
what was that sound?
did anyone follow you?
do you think we're alone?
will you stay with me? keep me company for the night?
do you regret sleeping with me?
would you take that pot off the stove for me?
would you teach me how to fight?
will you promise to tell me the truth?
why did you lie?
where did these guys come from?
should we call for help?
was that someone upstairs?
when were you supposed to be back?
could you try harder next time?
where did you find this?
what is the meaning of this?
what does the map say?
can you find an answer?
what if we run out of time?
when's the next game?
did you mean it? when you said you loved me?
why don't i believe you?
why are you making excuses?
when's the next train?
we're shit out of luck, aren't we?
why is it so cold in here?
would you please get up off your ass and help me?
was that so hard?
were you in love with me back then?
And rot he shall, because Vortex knew he had dragged this on longer than he intentionally intended, but part of the blame goes to Blaze, as it couldn't be just him.
He had jobs to complete, other people to stalk, and, more importantly, he didn't need Onslaught to be over his shoulder, wondering why the stray was still in the mansion. So, after a few more weeks had passed of ensuring the leg healed properly and Blaze was well taken care of as much as the mech would allow, it was time to finally release him.
Of course, this wasn't going to be as simple as opening the front doors, clipping the collar off, and telling Blaze to go, no. That'd be too boring. Instead, Blaze is drugged again, the collar removed, and placed into a dark cage where he wouldn't be able to see anything but could feel every bump on the ride.
Once the drug wears off, Blaze will notice the bumpy ride has come to a stop, and something clicks and beeps on the cage itself, indicating that the door might have been unlocked. When he leaves it, Vortex is nowhere in sight, making it perfectly clear that he was officially free.
Where he might be, though, well, Vortex decided to choose randomly, as he knew the cryptid could easily find his way back home regardless of where he was dropped off.
And run away he did, taking off to the skies and disappearing in the clouds, hopefully to never be seen again.
Hopefully never to meet Vortex ever again, too.
Blaze has so much to catch on. His queue had built up quite a lot and many unanswered calls await him when he finally reunites with Voyager.
A simple message to his clients is enough: "Was kidnapped."
As for Vortex...
You will never get to see Blaze ever again, swearing to cover his trail of breadcrumbs better than ever before.
But for now, he can finally enjoy that freedom.
Vortex squeezes the device in his grasp when stopping halfway into the room, observing Blaze. His rotors twitch before he lets out a small chuckle. "Oh, I know you have your equipment. "I did more than just molest you when you were drugged up." He responds, bluffing yet proud, while strolling around and typing something into the device.
Another word that will be censored for Blaze, whether it was intentional or not. He wasn't taking it any more.
The device beeps indicating the charge was set, and Vortex presses the button to send an excruciating shock to Blaze through the collar. Not enough to completely short circuit Blaze's systems, but enough to make him motionless and silent for a moment.
"Listen, sugarplum, your leg is almost healed, and you're clearly exhausted from me. If you give it a few more days, you'll be back out there selling contraband and sleeping in filthy alleys again." Vortex states as he steps over to the other helicopter. "I'll get you something to eat, Primus forbid I let my little cutie pie starve, and you..." He leans over to wave the device in his servo and grin.
"You stay here and be good, or the next one will make you leak for a week, and then that'll be another problem I have to keep you around for."
Words are left unsaid as within seconds he's collapsed on the floor, writhing in pain and fruitlessly clawing at the collar. Just as fast as it happened, it stops, leaving him laying there on the floor feeling like he got hit by more than a train.
Vortex just had to do it, didn't he?
"Frag you both ways, man. Cheater." Comes a strained response when words finally manage to form in his voice box. He gets enough strength to finally move and in one swift roll, he wedges himself underneath the berth, but not before sparing the nastiest glare he could muster at Vortex.
All of his options at an escape, all of them reduced to nothing thanks to an unfair leverage that is the collar and the remote.
"You do realise how fragging silly you look not being able to take a harmless pet-name to the point you resort to this? What's gonna be next then?"
And just how long is he going to have to spend here? This all feels like months, even years, spent pent-up at the mansion, with his freedom kept at bay by Vortex. The dungeon is useless to Vortex in regards of torturing Blaze — the whole stay has been enough torturous.
As for now, let him rot underneath the berth.
He hated it when he had a job to do that didn't align with what he wanted. He was really curious about this character. He wanted to know what he was so apprehensive about when it came to meeting his superiors.
But at the same time, he knew the punishment he would receive if he didn't turn the guy in. Even worse, they've had high-grade. This was all bad for him and his team.
Allen looked down and shuffed some dirt with his pedes.
"I'm hearing ya... but I just can't let you slip through my digits. I am not the one who gets to decide whether you're worthy or not. And you just told me you have a ship. That's an asset that could be useful to the Decepticons. I have to take you in. And the only offer I can make is that you play worthless and dumb, so they don't want you. I'll forget about your ship comment. But they already know we're scouting someone and that I've found you."
He turns his helm to Blaze, "So, if you could just come quietly!" he was ever so hopeful, but didn't expect him to come along. And now his plating was shifting, expecting an attack. He was already booting up fighting protocols. If the mech didn't fight, he'd run. And then he and his team would have to give chase and shoot him down. Either way, Allen felt he had no other option than to bring him in.
The control was slipping.
He had to tenderly coax it back in without the line snapping under the tension.
It can be reeled back in.
"What was your life outside the war?" He switched the topic abruptly, with a question far more personal to some. He kept his helm tilted, optics boring through Allen in search for an answer. Blaze wasn't doing all this to intimidate him — rather, he was picking his processor apart, looking for how and what makes the Eradicon tick.
It's all down to patterns, wasn't it? This Allen here diverged to a degree.
Not waiting for an answer, he presented another burning question: "What planets in the cosmos have you been to?" He didn't expect an answer straight away. A perfect opportunity to keep the strings moving from Blaze's side.
"I'll show you something."
He pulled out a handheld device, about the size of his palm from the subspace. "It's a map. Of all the places I've been to." He activated it and it hovers in the air, displaying a sizeable projection of the map and the current solar system of the Earth. "We are here now. On this grain of sand among the vast space dust uniform all throughout the cosmos."
The projection grew in size considerably, making Blaze, Allen and the other eradicons a feature of the map. "There's Cybertron. Fairly close considering the size of... Everything."
Having stated that, it was like a cue for the map to expand abruptly and for other solar systems to display. An ever-growing web of lines and dots spread through the stars and eventually the entire projection of the galaxy. As if that wasn't already enough, more galaxies would appear, showing an equally complex web of places Blaze had traveled through.
The map was plain and simply overwhelming.
"Allen—" Blaze's voice came from somewhere, his dark coloration making him blend with the projection, "— travel is my passion. My purpose."
He appeared right in front of Allen, crowding into him.
"Your boss would dream of keeping me — he can't."
Giving Allen some breathing room to process the unimaginable mileage Blaze had under his belt, Blaze addressed him once again. Differently this time.
"What is your life experience, then? Have you ever dreamt of getting out of here and leaving everything behind?"
@helicrazy You're cute when you're drugged up.
He sets down the coffee cup to the safety of a nearby table, already lowering himself down so he doesn't hit anything incase of his frame just giving away without a warning.
"You owe me a hot cupper after I'm out of this state."
"Maybe I will, maybe I won't. I guess you'll have to find out when you're awake later." :]
"So whatcha' gonna do—"
He nearly slips into unconsciousness, only for him to snap awake for a brief moment. "—do. Do to me?"
And then, he's out.
@helicrazy You're cute when you're drugged up.
He sets down the coffee cup to the safety of a nearby table, already lowering himself down so he doesn't hit anything incase of his frame just giving away without a warning.
"You owe me a hot cupper after I'm out of this state."
"That was way longer than the others, right?"
Whirl wheezed as he moved, voice filled with static, pushing himself up despite the fact most of his frame feels numb.
Nothing a good drink couldn't fix, of course.
"Pretty much. You got fried real good."
He offers him a helping servo, mostly to immediately hand him the bottle to perk him up.
"C'mon, the sooner you walk it off, the better. You'll be a literall buzz at the bar tonight!"
"The media also doesn't always give the true story. They enjoy sounding scandalous for more views. It's best to make your own assessments, because everyone's in it to gain something out of what they do." Seemed like he was speaking from experience from the looks of it.
"I wish I had fixed this knowing what I know now-" He said regarding the justice system. "I honestly was too much in my own head to really focus on any of the court cases." He sighed. But then he did perk up at the mention of getting out- "Mmmh..." He was considering, that was for sure. A digit tabbed his lips for a moment. "I guess... I could exile myself. Perhaps go to earth and get off the grid... although, I do detest earth's humidity." He shuddered.
He stood- "If we succeed, I'll make it worthwhile for you."
"There's millions of other planets to hunker down than Earth. Like, why does everyone keep going back to that rock?" He rolled his optics just as the claw shoved in the right slot for the bars to deactivate. A sudden flicker of the light in the hallway was the start of a countdown.
"We have about ten minutes to get out of here." With the same motion, the bars on Starscream's cell were taken offline. "A good friend has taken a lot of security features offline for our convenience but we need to keep things lowkey of course."
A pause.
"Ever broken out of the prison before?" Another flicker in a more distant part of the hallway pointed them to the right direction. "Just curious, you know. Anyway, let's not stall this anymore..."
[ BULLET ] You know, because he misses shooting you. <3
There's that oh so familiar pinch to his aft that nearly makes him drop his coffee.
He pulls on the offending object, optics meeting a bright coloured tail of a tranquilizing dart.
"Wow. Drugging your BF again?"
"Oho it's ON!
…
With the worst of the rain over, Blaze approaches him with an emergency bottle already in hand.
"I got the whole thing recorded. Let's hit the bar, I wanna show it to you."
「 RP MEME : NONVERBAL PROMPTS. mix of violent, caring, touching and non-touching prompts. 」 SEND PROMPT '+ REVERSE' for the inverse to happen. for example 'bandage + reverse' for the receiver to bandage wounds on the sender.
[ BANDAGE ] : sender bandages a wound on receiver.
[ GUIDE ] : sender puts a hand on he receiver's back to guide them somewhere.
[ WAVE ]: sender waves down receiver to get their attention.
[ SIGN ]: sender raises their hand to sign to receiver. what follows can be anything the sender desires.
[ LIFT ]: sender lifts receiver's chin to look at them.
[ LIGHT ]: sender lights receiver's cigarette/candle/etc.
[ FIND ] : sender finds receiver beaten and/or bloodied.
[ PIN ]: sender pins receiver against the wall during combat/sparring.
[ GET DOWN ]: sender tackles receiver out of the way of danger.
[ TAKE ]: sender takes a hit meant for receiver.
[ CAUGHT ]: sender finds receiver somewhere they aren't supposed to be.
[ TRAP ]: sender traps the receiver somewhere they don't want to be.
[ DARLING ]: sender touches receiver's cheek.
[ SNATCH ]: sender snatches receiver's wrist as they turn to go.
[ STAB ]: sender stabs receiver.
[ DRAG ]: sender drags receiver from point a to point b.
[ SIT ]: sender sits on receiver's lap.
[ EN GARDE ]: sender and receiver get into some kind of fight.
[ DRUNK ]: sender finds receiver drunk.
[ BLOOD ]: sender walks into receiver's room covered in blood.
[ FLOWER ]: sender offers a flower to receiver.
[ HOLD ]: sender reaches to hold receiver's hand.
[ BRUSH ]: sender brushes a strand of hair out of receiver's face.
[ NOTE: ] sender writes a note for receiver. the contents are whatever the sender decides.
[ EYES ]: sender notices receiver looking at them.
[ STOP ]: sender raises hand to signal the receiver to stop in place.
[ TAP ]: sender taps receiver on the shoulder to get their attention.
[ WAKE ]: sender gently wakes receiver from a nap or otherwise.
[ MORNING AFTER ]: sender and receiver wake up together for the first time after a night of passion.
[ BLANKET ]: sender drapes a blanket over receiver's shoulders.
[ HUDDLE ]: sender and receiver huddle together in an effort to stay warm.
[ TUG ]: sender pulls receiver away from them.
[ PUSH ]: sender pushes receiver away from them.
[ BULLET ]: sender shoots receiver in a non-lethal area.
Heyyyyy ssooo... want a quick and maybe easy job? :)
"Sounds already like a start to something that will go terribly wrong."
"I'm in."
"I owe you a drink if you can outlast those 6 minutes."
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"Is that a promise?"
"The second you reach those clouds, I'm turning on the timer. So yes, it's a promise."
"What are you waiting for?"
Vortex couldn't explain why the name calling irritated him the way it did. For centuries he has been called all sorts of things by friends and enemies, yet nothing could compare to the foul words coming out of Blaze's mouth.
His claws grip around the controller of the collar that is snuggled tightly around Blaze's neck, threatening to do more than just block another word for them to use regardless of being unable to be seen through the two way mirror.
He hated how he loved it, loved how he hated it. It's almost as if he was edging himself with how much he could take before he denied going any further.
And the mech had the nerve to ask why he was so obsessed with them when they pulled stuff like this.
The Combaticon leaves the secret room, and a minute later, the doors to the guest room are pushed open. "Honey, I'm home~" He purrs while waving at Blaze, as if he wasn't annoyed about the same mech moments ago.
"I think we got off on the wrong... leg." A poor taste for a joke, but he needed to say something that wasn't laughter followed by a curse toward them. His processor felt like an emotional bomb that, if it exploded, he wouldn't know what the outcome will be.
"Maybe next time I'll try for the panel between those legs instead." The doors behind him are kicked closed, and then he steps toward Blaze. Maybe he can flip the conversation around. "I mean everyone's got to lose their v-card at some point, right?"
Please let him flip it, he's edging again.
He doesn't need to watch Vortex for too long for Blaze's ego to bask in the satisfaction, knowing a simple pet-name is enough to short-circuit his processor.
Even when Vortex goes for the conversational topic Blaze would do anything to avoid, it doesn't bother him like it used to. "I don't have any plans to lose it. So, no thanks." He props his leg up on the berth, arm leaning against the knee. "You'd be in for a boring time there. Who knows if that equipment hasn't vanished over time somehow."
Just making those little shifts to get comfortable reminds him of the cause behind his helmache. For that, he needs a simple solution.
A simple meal. Whatever time of day it is, doesn't concern Blaze. If he could, he would drink coffee instead of energon every single time.
"I'm feeling quite peckish, so how about we have something to eat..." He suppresses a sneer threatening to foil his line delivery. "... Pancake? Like you know. With some copper chips."
Just how much can he afford to push Vortex?
Viktor said he'd lick you like a popsicle, Blake. Would you lick him like a popsicle?
I'm not much of a licker as he is.
