i'd like to think Rainy has a solar system to swing through...
One of Rainy & Maverick's shows together involves a love story between two wanderers... (however, due to... maverick going off script, it's now between a wanderer and a star)
so the dialogue is between the two specifically! though, maverick is going off script...
(not that the audience knows that, of course...)
the dialogue for the star & wanderer in the image! ->
"I am not as graceful as you think... nor am I any star... besides, how do you know I'm not a blackhole instead? Anyone can be blinded by such a light, you should be careful to not be consumed, like a moth to a flame."
"Oh, dear star... the flames do not scare me, nor does that light of yours. Being consumed by it... is something I dream of each night."
(their other pieces of dialogue drives me up the wall, truthfully.)
he has a separate outfit for it! he has multiple actually... i should draw them all...
Oh man... im back in my clownery phase... oh dear...
ah well, the point is to have fun no? at the very least Rainy gets to be silly, that was simply the goal, i think!
some extras as well! haha!
[ the big whiteboard drawing was a collab with @thatthirstyweirdo ! she was the inspiration for the first drawing actually, do give her some love when you have the chance! ]
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How does it feel like to be an outsider?, you asked him and you could feel his eyes shifted from the pages to the side of your face, Why would you ask, he probably was thinking what made you asked him that question. Is it because both of you are the outsiders of the family no matter how many times they claimed you as their family (which just happened like 2 hours ago at dinner), or is it because you were reading Harrison Porter and it couldn’t not be helped that you felt…lost in the world of mythical creatures and magic and demons and angels and a not-so-human sorcerer. I don’t know…how do you feel?, Satan replied you with the same question. You shrugged, you also didn’t have an exact answer. And that is why you asked him - a person who maybe holds every knowledge in the world, not just the world itself but also about emotions and…love. How does it feel like to be an outsider, you probably have asked yourself that question for at least a million times since the day you was dragged to Devildom. You didn’t always feel like that, just sometimes but sometimes is enough to let you know that you’re lonely. You guessed, he feels the same.
I got upset and…just move on, he finally dropped his book and answered you. Just that?, you doubted that he could be so calm. No, not really...I used to break things and destroy half of the house. Of course, you raise your eye brown. Diavolo let us stay in the castle until the house was fixed, he continued. Figured, you replied.
But you know,…they don’t mean to hurt you, really. They really see you as their family, you know how much angel love their family.
You chuckled. What?, is this a joke, he's pretty sure he's not telling you any joke. No it’s just..this is the first time I heard you called them angels…how about you?, what do you think of me?
Silence. He took the chance, shifted his body close to you, put his book on the table and cupped your face.
What now?, this time you were the one who is asking, it wasn't like you didn't know his answer. You always know.
You know how it is, he resisted.
I want you to say it out, you would not let him get away with this.
But Satan is always stubborn and you don't always need him to answer his question so you might let the kiss said it all.
You're the love of my eternal life.
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So unlike you
Oh boy oh boy angst time. This was requested by my mutual @callisto-moon-bot150 she asked for angst with a happy ending, involving Prowl and Bulkhead arguing.
Honestly it was hard to think of something they'd argue about but i figured it out, this ficlet takes place during\after that one episode where Prowl teams up with Lockdown and has a sort of craze for mods.
"Prowl?.... PROWL! What do you think you're doing?! You can't go after Starscream alone!" Bulkhead looked towards the sky at the small ship that Prowl took to go after the allspark signal on the moon.
"Don't worry, Bulkhead. I know what I'm doing, I have the emp and stasis cuffs there's nothing to worry about". Prowl's tone was as calm as ever, but something about the confidence in his voice felt different. Prowl wasn't one to doubt his abilities, but he was never cocky. Now his words were laced with the kind of overconfidence that Bulkhead wold moreso expect from Bumblebee.
Soon thereafter Prowl went into complete radio silence. Of course this worried everyone, especially Bulkhead. But they could still pick up his energy signature and no distress calls so they all hoped for the best.
But nobody could have guessed what would happen next.
To see Lockdown again was bad on it's own, to see Lockdown with Prowl was worse. But to see Prowl and Lockdown working together? It made the fact there now somehow was two of Sarscream into nothing more than an afterthough.
"Prowl... what are you doing?! Why are you working with Lockdown?!" Optimus stared in disbelief at Prowl. Ratchet looked a lot more angry "and why do you have all of those..." he vaguely geastured towards Prowl "...things?"
Prowl deflected all of his teammates' comments, and they didn't have any time to argue with multiple Starscreams to deal with. During the whole ordeal Prowl acted so unlike himself that it felt like he was someone else.
In the end he snapped out of it and threw aside all the mods that he borrowed from Lockdown. But it wasn't that easy for everyone else to forget it...
Prowl was firstly scolded and grilled with questions. And he understood that, he really did and he didn't argue about it. But even after that he could still feel the distrust coming from his teammates. As much as they tried to hide it it was obvious that everyone was still worried about if this was a sign of worse things to come. Prowl understood that too, he wasn't oblivious to how the others could see this as some sort of implication.
But what really hurt was the distrust from Bulkhead. It was like he was avoiding Prowl, and as much as it hurt Prowl really didn't have a hard time rationalizing it. Bulkhead was the one who told him not to go alone, and Prowl remembered acutely the look of betrayal he got from Bulkhead when they saw each other after Prowl returned.
It was the worst punishment of all. To have the person who's supposed to love the most you avoid you completely. Prowl tried to talk thing out, he wanted so badly to apologise, to beg for forgiveness. But every time Bulkhead would just talk for as short as possible, or avoided talking all together.
This lasted for days, and it was absolutely unbearable. Everyone else was slowly moving on from it, except for Bulkhead and it was driving Prowl insane. It made the worst case scenarios play through his head on repeat. Did this mean the end? Did this mean that Bulkhead didn't want to be together anymore? The thought made Prowl's spark clench, how could he have ever even though of somthing so idiotic? He should've listened, he should've stayed and not gone out on his own.
Finally, he couldn't take it anymore. One evening Prowl went to Bulkhead's room, he took a deep breath an knocked on the door. He entered slowly, looking at Bulkhead with both anxiety and hope. Seeing the way that Bulkhead looked at him cut deeper than any blade.
"Bulkhead.... I... came to apologise" Prowl was hoping so dearly that Bulkhead would listen. "You were right, I shouldn't have gone out on my own, I should've never even considered working with Lockdown. Please, how can I make it up to you? Please, talk to me", his voice was pleading as he hoped so deeply to get any sort of response.
When he didn't get any response he sighed and hanged his head in defeat, "I... understand, if this means.. the end, then I'll accept it", Prowl turned around and was about to leave the room when Bulkhead spoke up.
"I was so worried about you", he spoke quietly, but with a slur of emotions in his voice. He turned to look at Prowl "I thought that the worst had happened when you would't respond. And when you did come back you acted so... unlike yourself... I thought I'd lose you in a different way".
Prowl looked positively baffled, he took a step closer to Bulkhead "you... though that i would..." he searched for the right way to say it "... go with Lockdown? Become like him? Bulkhead, I... I could never. Yes, I admit I acted like an absolute fool but I could never do something like that".
Bulkhead still looked apprehensive but didn't look away from Prowl, didn't object to Prowl approaching him. Prowl took it as a good sign, and continued "I'm so sorry, you were right! I should have listened to you! I acted like an idiot... please forgive me, I'll do anything" he was almost on his knees. If begging is what it took then by god he'd beg.
Bulkhead stood up, and walked up to Prow, "Anything?".
"Yes! Anything! Anything it takes!" Bulkhead's willingnees to talk made Prowl hopeful, when he said he'd do anything he meant it.
Bulkhead took another step forwards and grabbed Prowl, holding him close to his chest. "Never scare me like that again. I know I can't force you do listen to me but just... promise me that".
Prowl immediatly wrapped his arms around Bulkhead's neck, even if it had only been a few days since they last heald each other it was still far too long. "I promise, I promise I'll listen more, and i won't pull any stunts like that ever again", he said this wholehearthedly. This was a lesson that he wouldn't forget.
"Thanks. And uhm, sorry for the silent treatment... I just didn't know how to react" Bulkhead looked a lot more at ease and he leaned in to kiss Prowl.
Prowl accepted the affection like it was what kept him alive, "I understand, though I must admit these past few days must have been the worst ones of my life". He couldn't resist, he kept kissing Bulkhead like there was no tomorrow. It was almost hard to believe that he's normally so distant with everyone.
And it seemed like Bulkhead also didn't like the consequenses of his silent treatment, because he seemes equally as needy for attention. "Yeah, mine too. Now come here, I'm not letting you go until we've both had our fill", he smiles and picks Prowl up, holding him close.
With that it was like whatever invisible wall that stood between them fell. They held onto each other as if letting go would kill them, they exchanged kisses and words of adoration like they needed it more than anything else.
"I'm never giving you the silent treatment again", Bulkhead chuckled a little to himself "honestly, I wanted to stop after a day and a half. You're real irresistible you know that?".
Prowl was already flustered but hearing that only made it worse. He laughed and smiled warmly, it was rare sight but he couldn't help it when Bulkhead was so damn charming. "Likewise, I know I act very distant a lot of the time but now I simply can't imagine a life without you", he leaned in and kissed Bulkhead, this time more passionatley, "but enough talking, I have a few days worth of attentoin to catch up on".
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