@areiics & @lusory

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@areiics & @lusory
@areiics -- plotted starter
When the agent first contacted their base, he tried to assure him there were no Cybertronian readings within a hundred mile radius of the coordinates Fowler provided. He stated that the team was recharging from their latest battles, and he was not going to ask any of them to investigate a supposed sighting of something large and robotic by a hiker, without so much as a cellphone’s photograph for evidence. He may not have been their leader, but Ratchet did have the final say when it came to their health, and he did his best to keep them in top condition.
But he made a point that they knew MECH had partially constructed a robot of their own recently, and although it had been destroyed, the medic finally agreed to sending someone to scout the area. Ratchet did not tell him he would do so personally, as while scouting was not one of his usual tasks, Bumblebee was among those resting, and he was still attempting to keep the younger bot from overexertion after the repair of his T-cog.
And so, asking Rafael to remain ready to operate the ground bridge for a swift exit (just in case), the Autobot stepped through the glowing portal and stood among tall trees and green foliage, a scanner in one hand to detect any sizable life signals in its range. Five minutes, ten, then twenty passed, and all he found was a four-legged beast (deer? moose? he did not recall the creatures’ specific name). As the startled animal bounded away, Ratchet grumbled to himself, “I suppose he will have us investigating humans’ urban myths next.”
Another few minutes passed, and a sign did appear, one matching neither a Decepticon signal nor human statistics. Ratchet’s frown increased, and he followed the new signal with a greater attempt at stealth (although not one of his finest skills). Perhaps there was something to the claim after all.
I guess you could say Roddy really SHOOTS his load now
“YOU’RE NOT SUPPOSED TO PUT EXTRA HOLES IN PEOPLE WITHOUT ASKING”
areiics replied to your post:
“Your… ‘Way with the ladies’, huh?”
“Yeah, what’s not to get? Nah, don’t answer. I know it’s a lot, the hair, the bod--”
areiics replied to your post: “aah….” “AAAAAHHHHHEEEAAAAAGH !!!! RHRHAAAAA!”
is it screaming hours
when is it not screaming hours?
areiics replied to your post: I read all of your smut.
time to write watersports
I used to moderate an erotica forum. You say this like it phases me in the slightest.
@areiics replied to your post: “So it's sung by you?”
“Now that’s just low...”
areiics replied to your post: lucius: no descendent of mine shall be a minecraft...
if draco was born in modern times he’d absolutely default dance aggressively at people he doesn’t like
areiics replied to your post: lucius: no descendent of mine shall be a minecraft...
you can’t convince me otherwise
in this weird modern and probably human alternate universe, lucius would immediately fucking disown draco the moment he dares to default dance, but would also be THIS parent
except he doesn’t need a fortnite tutor for himself because he would rather die before he plays fornite