#⚙️ 〈 ic. 〉─── wingnut

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@asurastro halloween starter!

The best holiday the human world had to offer had to be Halloween, not even a contest. Wingnut knew of it, of course, through the tv specials and marathons of old horror movies, the piles upon piles of schlocky scares left on CDs and vhs tapes they would watch every week of October. It’s another to actually be part of it! The costumes, the candy, and new York’s specialty, all of the parties!

Their first true mutant to human party since they first resurfaced, and it’s been an absolute blast. She had spent most of the night trying all the snacks people made and the cocktails themed to different horror icons (in her opinion, Carrie’s Bloody Mary was by far the best) — it’s only as the night went on she realized that most of the focus was on the turtles themselves; or the livelier of the bunch. She hoped beebs and rock didn’t wreck anything too badly; they’re rowdy without the alcohol. Really, it’s fun, it’s just,

Oh so overwhelming. Her costume, Leatherhead’s handy work, was getting tight and hot and she’s nearly dead on her feet. Maybe that’s why she chose to find the nearest rooftop and watched from above, everyone else having fun. She’s just fine where she’s at, thank you very much. Wingnut sighs and goes to open her phone; the least she could do is let the others know she might tap out early. Only to see somebody in the reflection behind her.

“EEK!” — a rather undignified squeak leaves her as she tenses up; both ears and wings out behind her as she whipped around. Only to see- somebody else in costume, maybe? She couldn’t tell but she’s 90 percent sure it’s meant to be a superhero costume. Probably some townie getting fresh air up on a rooftop. Nothing to be afraid of. “Oh- I’m sorry, I didn’t know this was occupied airspace.” A light joke, with weary smile. “Didn’t mean to butt in on anything, superman.”

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She keeps an eye on him and there he goes- touching everything. Well, she knows it’s much cleaner inside than out in the sewers- splinter made sure of it. Honestly she’s a bit of a neat freak herself, no way she would be caught trying to use the kitchen if she didn’t triple check nobody accidentally left a pizza crust in the oven. Again. She wrinkles her nose at the memory; and the smell for that matter. His comment about their electrical system- she shrugs and nods along.

“Fair enough, I mean- it was like this when we moved in. Apparently they spent the past decade trying to get working electricity and,” as if on queue, the lights flicker. Almost like it’s reacting to the strange contraption in the walls. She puts the toaster back on the counter. A flap of her wings to get to the opposite side of the kitchen. She should check the coffee pot- just in case it shorted out. “It’s real shoddy innit? I’ve been trying to fix it too. All my soldering stuff is still god knows where in all these boxes.” Because they’re still moving in, she leaves unsaid. It’s only a half truth; they’ve settled in to the best of their ability but a lot of their things in the boxes haven’t quite budged. She doubts she could find her own belongings with the mess they’ve made.

She sighs and grabs the coffee pot, her sailor moon mug in the exact place she left it yesterday. Just make your coffee wingnut, and it’ll start making sense. What a joke. “Coffee? There’s enough for- you, maybe.” She’s quick to get back to the fridge. If donnie used up all the creamer again she’ll be- well, she’ll just be upset. She spares no second glance at whatever he plugged into the wall; maybe it’s some costume thingamajig, certainly not her business. Not with the franken-projects on her work table- she has absolutely no room to talk.

Wingnut.

The word bounces around in Rick's head for the whole time of the walk to the mutant's "home". It's a funny one, but he likes it. It has character, which is more than he can say of most Earthen names these days. His own included.

And thank the stars that there was only one person who called him Richard.

The scientist doesn't voice his opinion or any of those thoughts, merely following instead, not batting an eye even when she has him climbing inside a manhole, of all places. He has lost count of how many times he has walked in the sewers, both on Earth and on many alien planets, so this is anything but new for him. And if he had to be honest? Human-made sewers smell good compared to some places he has been to.

The lair in itself turns out to be not so bad. It reminds Rick of the places he used to crash at in his younger years, back when he was splitting his time between fighting the Federation, exploring the multiverse and looking for the motherfucker who had killed his family. It's messy and chaotic and cozy.

"Y-You and your pals live here? D-Damn, this rocks," he comments, in a relatively low voice. Not as quiet as he could have been, but still enough not to disturb the sleeping mutants.

However, the second part of Wingnut's instructions is obviously lost on him, since he pokes and prods at everything as he follows her through the mess.

"P-Phone? What phone?" Rick cocks an eyebrow at the mutant, unable to decide if he's more confused by the question or by the toaster in his hands. "I-I never said that i-it was a fuckin" phone. An-And don't need an adapter, Jesus, j-just..."

His voice trails off and he hands the toaster back to Wingnut before squeezing past her. One of his hands fishes an odd hexagonal device out of his pocket, which instantly laces on the plug socket through thin cables. The object lights up like a disco ball hit by colourful lights and next he's pulling out his portal gun.

"Y-Your electrical system sucks, y-you know that? S-Shit, it's a goddamn miracle nothing has caught fire yet." Unless it already has. "I-It could take even me a while day t-to fix this fuckin' mess. L-Like, who was the idiot who set it up? D-Damn."

As he rambles, his fingers work incredibly swiftly to plug the gun to the device, through another, thicker cable that wasn't there a second before.

"T-There. Should take a couple of hours. An-And now you have high tech plug socket tha-that can power all your updates kitchen appliances. Y-You're welcome."

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Is it me or is your big bro really hot... is he single 👀

"uhm... yikes."

"...why not ask him?"

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14 for wingnut! (character building meme)

character building and interview - accepting!

are you better at giving advice or receiving it ? are you good at helping people through problems ? are you good at working through your own problems ?

“I think I can give a wee bit of advice here and there, if anybody asks for it. I like to be helpful and all,” her wings flit about, lowering a bit along with her sheepish smile. “I mean, how much of the time we spent together on the ship fendin for ourselves I think I can- crack on and help where I’m needed. Somebody had to make sure we had working Internet, y’know! That being, me.” She laughs at her own, albeit shoddy joke.

“But we have plenty help now! So it isn’t a case where I end up not having anything to do, or help with. One of the better parts of moving to a new spot means everybody’s busy with, loads of stuff. I might even get a job as tech support! Isn’t that exciting?” She spent the whole night through looking through job applications and making whole new cover letters til her head spins. “Even if I have to talk to people on the phone all day, I don’t even have to leave my room! It’s- real neat.”

Her problems? Oh, huh. Funny that comes up. Does she have problems? Well, she keeps busy. The couple dozen tabs open on her computer sure point in such a direction. “I dunno. Most of my problems aren’t that big of a deal, really. Nothing nobody else deals with, being a mutant and all. It could get pretty grim out there.” She does her best to push the lady with the cobra tattoo and an equally biting stare out of her mind.

“When I’m sad I cheer myself up with some bubbly drinks and reading through the books we have. Hard to feel all gloomy when I’m working my way through akira.” considering everything with kaneda and tetsou...

“…maybe that’s a poor example.”

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🐻 (Bear) - How often do you listen to your primal instincts? Do good or bad things happen when you do? (For Wingnut?)

ask meme i forgot abt - no longer accepting

"well... I'm not quite sure what counts as primal, I guess? I don't crave blood," bleh, how gross! Wingnut cringes at the thought. "Most of the time I'm a night owl. I could stay up all the way til morning if I wanted. Taking a nap or two throughout the day keeps me from feeling too dreadful. And an energy drink here and there- even if they taste rubbish.”

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Her eyes light up. They’re doing something. They’re actually doing something! Her arms unlock and spread with her wings, two flaps is all she needs to get to the higher level of the ship. Being the one to haul everyone together and do a meeting, why- she’s got it handled. She couldn’t wait for everyone else to find out what they’re gonna do. All of this sadness, this- misery, it’s going to something constructive. They’re going to help!

She has her own dumb salute, and even from this high up she can still see the look on his face. “I will. Give me 5 and I’ll be there!” Is all she needs before darting off to the other expanses of the ship. Bepop and Rocksteady are a must- and with them they’ll get everyone assembled, and- well, she’s not sure what’s going to happen, but she knows one thing: This is going to change everything. It had to.

     THE FLY MUTANT grunts disagreeably at the mention of making a machine to get the humans to LIKE them, although it’s easily mistaken as a sound of uncertainty. At her second suggestion, though, he replies, “ Somethin’ like that. “ Though, again, he’s not sure what the specifics would be. How does one go about creating such a device at such a scale ?  There were over 8 MILLION people in New York City alone…It’d need a pretty WIDE range.  ( And, hell, he was imagining even BIGGER than that. )

     In any case, her energy and her somewhat silly but otherwise WELL-MEANING suggestion is enough to earn an amused chuckle from him. “ At this stage, I’m open to any ideas. “ So long as it got the brain juices flowing, he was willing to hear it. At this point, anything and EVERYTHING seemed like a possibility.

     Antennae perk up in realization upon her mentioning the whiteboard he kept. “ I do. That ain’t a bad idea, actually. “ Yes, they should definitely write these down. It’s ALWAYS better to write things down so you don’t forget the actual GOOD ideas.

     “ Indeed we do. “ Yes, yes — TELL EVERYONE. They’re here chattering away, just the two of them, and their other siblings were none the wiser. They had to be let in on this !  There’s a wave of his hand, a sweeping gesture: “ Go find ‘em and spread the word. " He then points at himself with his thumb. " I’ll do us up a nice brainstormin’ set-up while ya' do. “

     You’d think it’d be impossible for his grin to grow wider, and yet it does. He just can’t HELP himself. “ We’re gonna have ourselves a li’l FAMILY MEETING. “

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How much do you guys actually know about your dad?

"oh we know plenty! he was a brilliant scientist who created us and wanted to make a family. He wasn't accepted and thought- to create acceptance by having a family of his own. he also- uh, uhm..." wingnut starts to trail off, her smile starts to quirk down. its still there, pinned up as she speaks again. "Sure, we never met him exactly but superfly said- says he was a great dad. He wouldn't lie about that."

"I mean, not really. he died long before we were out of the beakers. I dunno if we even have a photo or anything.."

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"It will get better. You'll find your place in this world." (from baxter (survived verse); for whoever needs to hear it from their papa rn :'])

Life in the sewers, in this aftermath still takes awhile to adjust to. The past few weeks- nearly a month now, she’s been getting used to … well, everything. Her new room, her new roommates (feels weird to call them family, even if- they were,) her new normal. It’s equal parts cozy and disorienting. She can have optimism. It’s difficult to believe its… real, sometimes. She still feels like she hasn’t quite caught up enough trying to make her way back out with everyone else getting their job, their footing, where sometimes she finds herself alone in an empty sewer and an even emptier heart.

Maybe that’s the real reason she’s been going through the moving boxes. The bigger ones- with all of the random junk nobody claimed was theirs but still thought would be useful. So far it was a bunch of construction paper and dried up markers, parts of an EZbake kit with most of its stuff missing, a beheaded Barbie doll. Most of all- and the real reason they brought it, was all of the books.

Textbooks, scientific journals, picture books and chapter books with their spines disintegrating, a whole stack of papers held together with binder clips. There’s a little bit of everything in there- a little library of itself, in a way. With the turtles going to school it might habe been useful for them. Some of it was still stained with coffee and water damage, dog eared with love. A brief history of entomology, scribbled with portraits of scumbug and superfly, (makes her eyes sting. Keep looking,) Files with animals drawn on their paper like edges.

It’s only after she finds one of the busted looking microbiology books- something falls out from the cover. Easy to miss if she hadn’t heard the sound of something plastic hitting the floor. Her ear flicks then both perk up, taking the slow deliberate motion to grab the torn loose leaf from the pile, held with only two metal fingers. It looked like- a busted, ramshackled mp3 player. Without much thought, she clicks play.

It takes a good second to hear anything at all- the sound of fumbling and some electronic beeping in the background. “Hello. Hello? Is this on?” A soft spoken man heard- before he could say much else the microphone picks up a buzzing noise, much more pronounced. It sounded like a fly… a fly! The realization hit before she could hear much of his other voice, it keeps dipping in and out of quality. It has to be- it’s gotta be stockman, right? He’s talking about an ooze, and his research paying off,

“You are full of so much potential. I can see it in you. You are going to be so extraordinary — I just know it! [sigh] …I can’t wait to meet all of you. I look forward to sharing my life with you. Teaching you everything I know. It’s going to be great — for all of us!” And with each word she can feel that pride. It’s one thing to hear her brother talk about it. It’s another to, hear him say it. Her chest feels all funny. Equal parts joy and guilt. She shouldn’t be the one hearing this. Not without anyone else- but she can’t bring herself to hit the pause button.

“I know things might get tough, and even daunting. But I promise, It will get better. You will find your place in this world. All of us. Because you aren’t alone.” Oh, you have no idea. She stares up at the wall and leaning back does help when it comes with not having to cry. For the most part. Really, it’s not anyone’s fault. She just wished she could’ve had the chance to say something back, “It will-- little one, careful on the ceili,” and the recording abruptly ends. Probably ran out of space, ran out of time.

She holds the mp3 in her palm and it curls tight around the case. Enough to know she can’t go any further without breaking it. She holds it close to her chest. She’s- going to show everyone when she gets the chance. She has no doubt in her mind they need it just as much. For now, though,

She hits play again.

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@eievuimultimuse sent in: “Closure is a made up thing by Steven Spielberg to sell movie tickets. It, like true love, doesn’t exist in the real world. The only thing to do now is just to keep living forward.” (From superfly; to whatever sibling you think fits best!!)

Bojack Horseman Starters - accepting

she isn’t sure why she would question him. It’s true. How could anyone believe in true love with the way they looked at her?

[Picture this! the reeling of old film slotting into place: woman with peachy pink hair and an upturned nose like yours.] She’s seen plenty of human women on the tv, but none of them were as beautiful as the stranger. She sat in the back of the outdoor seating area, and even with the distance she could see the way her king cobra tattoo crawling up her neck moved when she talked. Especially when she was yelling in her face and throwing a can of lemonade at her head. The stranger never gave chase, but she’ll never know.

“I just thought it would’ve been different.” She moves on the swivel chair, and the left wing twinges with pain with the stretch of muscle. (Honestly, compared to the beating her brother got, she’s not that injured. It’s just, well. She never had to take flight so fast. She never had someone try and drag her away by the wing.) sometimes she still expects a hand to be there,

Wingnut stops thinking about it. She blinks, the goggles feel too tight on her face. Or maybe it’s her eyes that feel too tight. They feel all wrong, burning behind the plastic. Eyes shut and it’s not helping. Come on, hasn’t she been over this? They both know it’s true. What was she supposed to say? Sorry, I still see the face of the man beaten bloody when I try to sleep, it didn’t matter if he deserved it, it still made her feel sick. “we did everything right. Why didn’t it work,” said so quiet, like it hurt to even hear.

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“I know others! A great deal of the press calls them heroes but, the turtles prefer being called ninjas. They’re - out elsewhere right now.” Probably trying out that frozen yogurt shop by the boardwalk. Maybe she would too, when she gets the chance.

Wingnut’s ears flick away a stray bug buzzing by. “But, yeah. We’re doing alright. A wee bit of a learning curve, to get adjusted to living with humans and all. We’re not that different, but it’s still a bit strange yknow? It’s not like anybody had to meet a mutant bat before, or a kraken,” is she overstepping? Her eyes dart away, and wings fold back with the motion. “Sorry, get ahead of myself sometimes.”

The kraken blinked in response. A superhero? She didn't see herself like that but as she thought about it, she could see how someone would come to that conclusion. "Gosh, never really saw it like that to be honest. But yeah...I guess I am kind of like a superhero, huh?"

She couldn't help but feel a tad bad as Wingnut explained a bit of their past. "I'm sorry to hear that. At least you and your gang seem to be doing better now?"

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“T-The universe is a cruel, uncaring void. A-A huge ass 'fuck you' r-right there, in your face. I-It doesn't give a damn. T-The key to being happy isn’t the 'search for meaning', i-it’s to just keep yourself busy with unimportant shit, t-till you’ll be fuckin' dead.”

[[ Rick for Wingnut from this meme (I changed the wording a little) || This is such a Rick thing to say, I had to use it xD poor Wingnut probably found herself seated next to this weird ass half drunk old guy who obviously has a grudge against the universe xD ]]

bojack horseman starters - accepting

She’s been sitting on this bench for the past 30 minutes. The schedule had told her the subway was supposed to show up in 10 minutes or less. Maybe it’s one of those- wrong place at the wrong time things that keep happening to her. It’s past 2 AM and there’s nobody around to do maintenance. Or, she’s got the wrong station. Regardless, she’s been sitting here for longer than she would’ve liked. Her phone’s all but dead, so all she has for company was the drunk old guy in the only remaining bench spot.

He had woken up and started babbling nonsense, and she did her best to tune him out. Really, it’s none of her business. He smells absolutely foul from whatever it was he’s been sipping in that flask. As much she wanted to do something part of her’s still holding back. It didn’t help a lotta the times she did go say hello to someone they either asked about the turtles or freaked out at the sight of her. It takes getting used to, she could admit as much but it’s starting to grate-

She opens her eyes a little more and her ears pin back, and her she’s doing her best to hide the irritated look on her face. She reaches up to pull the tangles out of her beard. “—Do you need something? The subway hasn’t showed up for nearly an hour.” Beat. She gets a better look- he could be homeless, maybe, but he certainly didn’t carry himself like someone who lived here. “…and you’re spilling your flask on my lap.”

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“Don’t you feel any guilt?” (for whoeeeever you like >:3c)

questions to be sent anonymously- accepting!

"me? guilt? no not really! other than counting for a near destruction of our home and being powerless to stop it in the first place and possibly causing our brother's death because we couldn't deescalate in time? no, not guilty at all." what a very specific denial! she TOTALLY didn't feel the urge to burst into tears seeing a housefly picking around the kitchen trash, that would be silly.

"...yep, no guilt at all."

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“fool me once, fool me twice, fool me chicken soup with rice.” @1eads ( for mondo or wingnut perhaps? whoever you’re feeling for the most! )

“I did not fool you,” she inflects on the word fool funny, “I was just- hiding the truth from which it came from,” as she talks her voice is steadily growing in pitch. As if the tips of her own ears going from pale pink to a brighter pink isn’t coloring her green from lying. No, that’s envy. What color is it when you’re lying? Certainly not pink.

“Listen, it’s not cheating. You didn’t know the game mechanics and I didn’t tell you. That’s not fooling anybody.” The controller looks too small in her mechanical hands, careful to shift around to what button she’s pressing. At least it makes it fair- having less fingers than the average human makes her an even matchup against the turtle with 3 digits.

The blips on the tv screen get louder then fade once more. A prompt to try again appears on screen. “If you want a rematch I could walk you through this time. I just thought you knew how fighting games worked,”

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“I think you misunderstood us, sir. We’re a different kind of mutant.” See, she had to find a way to explain they’re not … quite as they seem. Which part should she even start with. The animals, the ooze? Oh, she’s so not equipped for this. Still, It’s one of the rare times she’s able to be eye to eye with a human when she talks to them; even then it’s difficult to keep eye contact. Her sheepish smile’s hidden behind her hands. “We’re, not superheroes, is all I’m trying to say.”

"Rest assured, Xavier's School for Gifted Youngsters can help your family through this difficult time. You needn't pay a dime-- it's but a simple service we provide to our fellow mutants." It seemed Charles was finding yet another potential student at his school-- and none too soon.

While most mutant abilities developed during puberty, still others were accessible from birth.

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"not sure if that one'll work out. Unless that shelia is secretly another fly mutant or somethin,"

"Like the fly? the david cronenberg film where a scientist's experiment went wrong and he and became a goopy fly monster? played by jeff goldbluem?"

"...yeah, sounds about right."

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what do you guys do when yall need haircuts?

"most of us don't grow hair. For me though usually its my beard that gives me trouble, Bepop helps me trim it. he's usually the one who does most of our haircuts! or, beards, in my case."

"he's got a knack for it, should ask him help me dye my beard sometime. that would be- brilliant. Even if i can't pull off mutton chops the same way he does."