#also for the record you don’t *have* to do anything Ice Walls XD

[watcheraurora]

OH? MY GOD?!

Look at this! This is amazing and beautiful!

That’s a super creative design for the cape and crown and the embroidery on his outfit!

Oh and his earrings with the cuff on one side! I love it!

Gods—that pose of him on the throne looking sassy is 100/10 amazing and perfect

Jimmy’s crisis and hot cocoa are also adorable and I love them!

Inspired by I'm Not Looking for Perfection/I'm Not Offering a Saint by @watcheraurora! This fic is SO GOOD OMG

I read chapter 10 and... Deepfrost Tango in white..... yeah...

ft Jimmy having a crisis and enjoying some cocoa

[caelum-in-the-avatarverse]

Written for Kataang Week 2020. Prompt - Keeping Warm.

There’s a blizzard at the South Pole, and the Water Tribe has traditions.

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Hi guys! So after doing Azula Week earlier this month I was like "Oh yeah I feel like I could manage Kataang Week too!" so this is that. We'll see how it goes. Fair warning - I am not much of a shipper. I do like Kataang, a lot, but writing romance is kinda...eh. So expect me to use this week more as an excuse for character exploration and worldbuilding than actual shipfic, lol. You have no idea how many times I started to write “oral tradition” in and then had to slap my wrist like NO this is a SHIPPING WEEK and if you use that phrase people will assume it’s mature and then be disappointed when it isn’t. XD

Warnings: There's nothing explicit going on here, but we do hear about a past animal attack and said animal's death.

Enjoy!

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Something heavy, furry, and large was dumped over Aang’s head, and he sputtered and laughed and breathed in the scent of well-conditioned animal hide even as he extricated himself from the massive fur pelt. “Katara, come on, you know I don’t get cold!”

Katara lifted a corner of the fur, flopped down beside him, and flipped the fur back over herself. “It’s a blizzard. Humor me,” she said, eyes sparkling in the light of the fireplace.

“You know I can easily enjoy a snowstorm in nothing but a cape.”

“Blizzard, not snowstorm,” she said, snuggling up beside him. “I don’t care about your Airbender temperature-regulation abilities, that’s a South Pole blizzard out there. It’s going to get cold by my standards.”

“I survived a North Pole blizzard without any extra layers just fine,” Aang chuckled.

“That wasn’t a blizzard, that was a regular old flurry, and you were running on adrenaline,” Katara said, snuggling up to his side. “The city was under siege, you were talking to a spirit that wanted to steal your face, Zuko had captured you again… Besides,” she added, grinning up at him, “this is cozy. And it’s my favorite blanket, so you should feel honored that I’m feeling gracious enough to share it with you.”

Aang laughed. “Okay, okay, you win.” He wrapped one arm around her. The other he poked out of their warm cocoon to examine the fur she’d wrapped them in. He was always going to be put off by the idea of dead animal skin, but the poles boasted harsh climates that the Water Tribe had perfected living in, and no other material held heat as well as fur did. This one was completely white, the hair coarse but well-cared for, and it was huge. Whatever animal it came from, it had to be enormous. “What is this, anyway?”

“Polar bear-dog,” Hakoda said. He was seated on the floor on the other side of the fireplace, also wrapped in a fur. In his hands he held a piece of whale-walrus tusk, which he carefully examined while a set of carving tools sat nearby, waiting. Kanna sat beside him, closer to the fire, keeping an eye on the labrador tea she was brewing.

“What?” Aang said, looking at the fur with new interest. “I thought you guys said they were too dangerous to hunt!”

“They are,” Bato said. He was sitting near Hakoda, removing a broken handle from a knife that needed fixing. “That one was hunting us.”

Aang stroked the fur - the closest he’d ever gotten to petting an actual polar bear-dog. Well. It was an actual polar bear-dog, just. Dead. Which didn’t count. Aang had never met a large animal he didn’t want to ride in his life, and his list of accomplishments included hog-monkeys, the unagi, and Zuko’s dragon, but everyone he’d ever spoken to in the Southern Water Tribe - and also everyone he hadn’t - agreed that he should, under no circumstances, ever attempt to ride a polar bear-dog, and had made a point of telling him so. Multiple times.

Of course he fully intended to try it anyway. What was the worst that could happen?

“So what happened?” he asked. Katara was still curled into his side, and he rested his head on top of hers and waited for the story. The Southern Water Tribe loved a good story, and they had so many of them - so much of their history was passed down in speech, not writing. And that was only partially because of the war - the Fire Nation may have destroyed much of the Southern Tribe’s culture with their attacks, but they’d been passing down their history from generation to generation long before they’d bothered with paper or a writing system. That strong oral tradition had saved so much knowledge that might have been lost otherwise. Now that they had a permanent settlement again, with enough room and resources for record keeping, they were writing things down again, trying to make the knowledge more accessible.

But nothing, Katara insisted, could beat a good story told by loved ones gathered around the fire. And blizzards, she said, were when the tribe hunkered down and enjoyed each other’s company, passing the time by telling stories, or creating art, or sharing food, or fixing things. The wind might howl outside, the snow might pile up, but you were safe and warm inside with your tribe, your family, and everyone would tell stories to help pass the time.

The wind wasn’t howling outside yet, but it would soon. One of the last things Aang and Katara had done before hunkering down for the storm was take Appa out for a flight. The sky outside was overcast, so they’d flown up, up, up until they’d broken through the clouds and seen blue again. The sky had been a sea of clouds for as far as the eye could see, freezing cold and just waiting to drop snow on the South Pole.

Hakoda hummed and raised his head from the ivory in his hand to look at Bato. “This was decades ago. We were just little kids.”

“Little enough to get snatched up by a polar bear-dog and eaten in three bites,” Bato agreed, removing the last piece of broken knife handle and examining the tang. “When it started prowling around the village that winter, our parents didn’t let us step foot outside alone.”

“It was terrifying,” Kanna joined in. “It’d been a harsh winter. It was bitterly cold, and snowed often, and the animals were getting desperate. The caribou-bison herds were either freezing to death or migrating elsewhere, and the predators were having a hard time finding food. Normally polar bear-dogs prefer to stay in the deep tundra or out on the ice floes, far away from humans, but this one was hungry that winter.” She picked up the teapot and started pouring the tea into waiting cups.

“It prowled around the village for a week,” Hakoda said.

“One of the scariest weeks of my life,” Kanna said. “You were a rambunctious child and you didn’t like being cooped up inside. Your father and I worried you’d wander out the gate and get eaten.”

“I remember seeing its pawprints in the snow,” said Bato. He had two halves of a piece of caribou-bison antler in his hand, already carved into the shape of a handle, and he was fitting them around the knife tang. “It’d circle the village, waiting for its chance. And it would howl.”

Hakoda shuddered. “I remember the howling,” he agreed. “That was awful. You’d be trying to sleep, and all of a sudden that howl would start, and you didn’t feel safe anymore.”

“We had a wall,” Kanna explained to Aang, handing him two cups of labrador tea. He passed the second to Katara. “Not much of one, our Waterbenders had been lost for years at that point. But we did have a snow wall, and we were able to maintain it, and someone was always on watch to scare the beast away when it tried to dig through.”

“Why didn’t it just attack?” Aang asked. He held the teacup beneath his nose for a moment to enjoy the piney, floral scent. Then he used some subtle airbending to manipulate the temperature a few degrees cooler and had a sip. Katara wordlessly held her own cup out, and Aang grinned and repeated the trick for her. She pressed a kiss to his cheek before enjoying her drink.

“It was starving. Weak,” Kanna said, handing another two teacups to Hakoda. “It was looking for an easy meal, not a fight.”

“It almost killed my aunt,” Bato said, putting the knife down to accept the cup Hakoda passed to him. “She went out to get some fresh snow for water, and it almost got her.”

“We decided enough was enough,” Kanna said. Her hands were wrapped around her own teacup now, for the warmth. “We’d hoped it would go away by itself when it saw we wouldn’t be easy prey, but we were its only prey. It wasn’t going to leave. So we had to do something.”

Aang nodded, holding back a grimace. His people would never have killed anything if they could help it, but his people could also take their bison herds and fly away from whatever leopard-wolves or jackal-lynxes were stalking them. Life in the Water Tribe was different, as was being hunted by a desperate, determined predator you couldn’t escape. He could respect that.

“One of our most experienced fighters at the time was our former chief, Akkikitok,” Kanna said. “She’d retired a few years before, but even though she was no longer our chief she was still a respected elder and leader. She always put so much thought into the safety and wellbeing of our people.”

“Who was your chief then, if she’d retired and Hakoda was a little kid?” Aang asked.

“My mother’s father,” Katara said.

“Chief Oomailiq,” Hakoda said with a fond smile. “I learned a lot from him.”

“He got re-elected so many times,” Katara told Aang proudly.

He chuckled. “Leadership skills run in the family, huh?”

Katara’s grin was fierce.

“We decided we had to do something to protect the village,” Kanna continued the story. “So the next time the polar bear-dog came to the village’s wall, Akkikitok took her spear and her club and went out to either chase it off or fight it.” She grimaced. “She wound up fighting it.”

“Not alone, though,” Aang said, because the Water Tribe never did anything alone.

“Of course not. Our best fighters went out to support her. But she kept the animal’s attention focused on her, and she suffered many wounds before she struck the killing blow.” Kanna sighed. “She didn’t live long after the fight, but she died knowing she’d saved the village, and she considered it a good ending.”

“And that’s why you’re never allowed to ride a polar bear-dog,” Katara said, removing one hand from her teacup to poke Aang.

“Hey,” he laughed. His fingers twiddled with the white fur as he considered the story he’d just been told.

“We kept the fur, of course,” Kanna said. “We considered cutting it up to use in the tribe’s hoods, so everyone could have a piece of Akkikitok’s sacrifice. But it was decided the pelt was too precious - we very rarely kill polar bear-dogs, after all. So it was kept in one piece, and we are grateful for the warmth and comfort it’s provided us over the years.”

Air Nomads held all life as sacred. Aang found it so very comforting that the Water Tribe did too, just...in a different way. Meat was a necessary food group at the poles, furs necessary to keep from freezing to death. But the Water Tribe never took more than they needed, and every animal killed for the tribe was honored and thanked for its sacrifice.

This one had actively tried to harm the tribe, but it was still treated with respect even after death.

“So you use it as a blanket now?” Aang laughed.

Kanna smiled. “Yes, well, we’re practical.” The Southern Water Tribe hadn’t had room for anything frivolous until very recently. Their traditional lifestyle didn’t lend itself well to extraneous possessions to begin with, but decades of running and hiding from the Fire Nation hadn’t helped either.

Hakoda straightened a bit. “Oh,” he said, “we could display it now, though. In town hall.”

Kanna blinked. “Oh,” she said. “We could.” They were all still getting used to the idea of having a centralized government, of having permanent towns again.

“It’d be a good place for everyone to see the tribe’s history,” Bato mused. “Including foreign dignitaries.”

“See how important our history still is to us,” Hakoda nodded. He looked back at the piece of ivory he hadn’t figured out what to do with yet. “I’ve been considering art displays as well, but that fur is a direct tie to a beloved chief. It’s a good idea.”

Katara watched them all with a flat expression. “I know what story I’m going to tell our children years from now, Aang.”

Aang felt a flutter in his stomach at the thought of him and Katara having children. “Yeah?”

“This is the story of how I lost my favorite blanket to a museum display.”

Aang burst out laughing.

“It’s for a good cause, Katara!” Hakoda protested, grinning.

Katara pulled the fur pelt even closer around herself and Aang. “One last time, old friend,” she muttered into the hide.

“I’ll get you a new blanket,” Aang promised. “Bison fur can be really warm, and Appa definitely sheds enough for a blanket.”

“Not the same,” Katara huffed. She poked him again. “Your turn. Tell us a story.”

Aang blinked, and then he noticed that Kanna, Hakoda, and Bato were all looking at him expectantly. “Oh,” he said. “Okay. Uh…” He trailed off, thinking. He had lots of stories to share, from before, during, and after the war; it was just a matter of picking which one he felt like telling. Something funny, he thought, after the serious one they’d just told. And something new, which might be tricky - Katara had lived through so many stories with Aang, after all, and her family were already aware of a lot of them. But they’d just shared a piece of their tribe’s history with him - it would only be right to share something of his.

Which meant something from before the iceberg. Before the war.

Talking about his people could be hard. He still did it - the Air Acolytes had questions, and he had to explain his philosophy to so many world leaders who just didn’t understand. He tried to keep it abstract, matter-of-fact, but it always hurt, even if only a little.

And oftentimes a lot. There was a distressing number of people who thought that the Air Nomads’ extinction was proof that their beliefs had no value. That there was no room in the world to bring that way of life back, nor any point to it even if the Air Acolytes managed it. It made Aang want to be careful about who he shared something as precious as his people’s memory with.

But the Southern Water Tribe were survivors of the second-worst genocide the world had ever seen. If there was anyone Aang knew would understand - anyone he could feel comfortable talking about his own people and his loss with - it was them.

With that in mind, he recalled an old memory and smiled. “Alright, so back when I was like - seven? eight? - Monk Gyatso and I visited the Western Air Temple. Now there was this nun who lived there, Sister Aditi, and she had this way with animals…”

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Thanks for reading! Kudos and comments are always appreciated. :D

I’ve always loved how Aang and Katara’s cultures are super different, yet super similar. Air Nomads were vegetarians, while the Water Tribe diet would, by necessity, focus on meat. Both cultures regard life as sacred, though - Air Nomads could just afford to be vegetarian and thus didn’t hunt, while the Water Tribe hunts to survive but also respects the sacrifice of the animals they kill. (I mean I guess that’s not in canon but they’re based on Inuit/Yupik/Native American cultures so we can infer.) Both cultures appear to live pretty sustainably. Annnnd they’ve both suffered a lot from the war. :( The idea of Katara and Aang supporting each other through the rebuilding of their cultures means a lot to me.

Aang is probably never going to fully appreciate a nice fur like Katara, but he does appreciate how important it is to her culture and her people's way of life. I really like how in the show, neither Aang nor the Water Tribe kids ever rag on each other for their diets. Sokka talks a lot about how much HE eats meat, but he never tells Aang to eat it, nor does Aang tell Sokka he should go vegetarian. They just respect each other. (There is that one time they go to a meat place in the Fire Nation but they were also trying to blend in and they let Aang bow out without comment so I'll let it pass.)

The story of former chief Akkikitok taking down a polar bear-dog and also Kya's father Oomailiq being another chief (and Hakoda's mentor) are things I first wrote about in my fic Early Birds, but I thought it'd be nice to elaborate here. As far as I can tell, Akkikiktok is Inuit and means "costs little" (cuz I didn't wanna spend forever finding her name lol), and Oomailiq is Inuit for "leader of the boat, whaling captain", friendly reminder that it's tricky verifying Native names on baby name lists so I can't guarantee that.

Sister Aditi is an Air Nomad OC of mine who I keep meaning to bring in but never have the chance to (she was literally supposed to be in the next chapter of Vintage Gaang, which I haven't updated since 2009). Her name was 100% chosen to mimic noted animal lover and spiritual man St Francis of Assissi. I swear I will use her properly in a fic someday. XD

[second-chance-stray]

RP Log: Rising is sick, and Cravs won’t have it.

Cravendy Hound is busy moving all sorts of wooden furniture from her room to a series of boxes that litter the company foyer. It’s hard work, and something that demands her full attention until the task is done. She wipes her forehead free of sweat with the back of her hand. Finally, it was quiet again...and in that silence, perhaps there were subtle things that Cravs would now notice?

Rising Lotus at some point during Cravs moving everything back and forth, Rising had slipped through,  groaning a bit as she was still looking quite ill. She climbed the stairs to get herself some water, groggy curses coming from her mouth as most of the grub was moved up there some time ago. As she made her way to the bottom of the stairs, she leaned against the banister, watching Cravs move the stuff for quite a while, she didn't want to hold her up as she shambled back to her room.

Cravendy Hound: “Eh? Well, if it ain’t the flyin’ flower ‘erself.” Cravs claps her hands together in order to get the last bit of dust off of them, and then quickly jogs over before Rising is able to make it back to her room. Closer now, she’s able to see how much of a mess the other woman is. Clearly sick, and clearly suffering. Cravs stops in her tracks. “Oi bugger, ye look like shite...don’t tell me yer still sick?”

Rising Lotus cocked her head a bit as she was addressed. "Flyin'...oh, I get it." she let out a weak chuckle that turned into cough. "Yeah I guess so... don't usually get hit this...." her hand twirled as she tried to think of the word "Hard..? Ugh." sniffling, she ran her hand over her hair to try and unmess it up. "I'm at least able to walk about a bit now, was sleepin' all day first day."

(Cravendy Hound) I don't know what's worse. When it rains after snow and everything's gross slush, or after when the water freezes, forming ice/snow. And then everyone starts slipping, people + cars both D:< )) (Rising Lotus) The worst part is people that live in it for years that forget how to drive in it the second it starts up again. Also you really got me with Flying Flower x3))

Cravendy Hound crosses her arms with a frown, feeling somewhat responsible. If she had brought an umbrella, or hadn’t insisted on going fishing that day, then none of this would’ve happened. In fact, wasn’t Rising there when they were fighting the Dodo at Dirtpatch?! A judgement forms in Crav’s head...that Rising is just going to get worse if left to her own devices. Cravs shakes her head in concern. “What are ye dealin’ with? Fever, chills, a cough...?”

Rising Lotus nodded slowly after each symptom Cravs listed off "Aye..sneezin' an' uh... head feelin'..." bringing her hand close, she'd pull them apart with her fingers extending "Jus', ya know...pressure-y. Got some things to help with it, jus' still takin' awhile to get uh... " she brought her hand up to rub her temple "all better I guess. Ugh.."

(Cravendy Hound) hope it wasn't too confusing xD ))   (Rising Lotus) It was something where I read it and got it, then it got funnier and cuter the more I started thinking it over lol)) (Cravendy Hound) well here comes more blisteringly sweet stuff xD ))

Cravendy Hound: “Stop figetin’ for a sec, will ye?” Without thinking, Cravs lifts the hair that usually covers her face, and gets close to touch foreheads with Rising. She stays like this for a second, then pulls back looking angier than before. “Bloody scrag, ‘ow are ye even standin’ right now? Yer burning up. Come on, let’s get ye into a bed afore ye set the stairs on fire with that fever of yers.”

Cravendy Hound grabs Rising’s wrist and, while attempting to drag the other woman along, makes a beeline towards the clinic. It’s during this time that her actions begin to catch up in her mind. Damnit, old habits die hard. As soon as she could, she’d have to explain...that.

(Cravendy Hound) it's something my mom used to do w/ me :D )) (Cravendy Hound) ALSO Cravs def sees Rising like a lil sis (which she pretty much sees everyone as) but I'll throw wood onto the proverbial fire for potential goofy hijinks ))

Rising Lotus 's eyes went wide as Cravs was so suddenly touching foreheads with her, frozen as she wasn't quite sure how to react to, whatever was happening. "W-what are..." despite her paleness, there was the smallest tinge of red in her cheeks as Cravs pulled away. "O-oh...That's...huh." still processing, she was easily dragged along to wherever Cravs was taking her. As she watched her door pass by she started to weakly protest. "You don't have to toss me in there...don't want to be..." she lifted her arm to cough into her sleeve " a bother to people actually needin' the, the help."

(Cravendy Hound) ahhaha )) (Cravendy Hound) o we can move to the actual clinic. It looks super cool :> )) (Rising Lotus) Also that was super cute xD and it'll be good for Rising to have someone like that! Hasn't been close in anyone for while since her wife left))

Cravendy Hound chuckles at Rising’s weak protests. “This place is exactly for people like ye!” Cravs tugs her to the corner, and then sets her down on the bed. “Now, lie down ‘ere, and don’t move.” She commands, and then heads off to search the medical cabinets for anything that might help alleviate her friend’s symptoms. After some rummaging, she first comes back with a small hand towel, soaking in a bowl of cool water.

Cravendy Hound - As she lifts her sleeves and gets the towel ready, she rambles on absentmindedly. “I used to do this all the time for my little sis. She was always catchin’ colds and doin’ otherwise dumb shite...stupidly brave, she was.” Cravs pauses for a second, and then grimaces. “S-so that’s what the ‘ead bump was about! Er. Sorry. Probably crossed a line there.”

Rising Lotus plopped down onto the bed, groaning a bit as Cravs ordered her to lay down. She did it of course, but if her friend would ask it would because she wanted to. "You don't have to do all this ya know..." she sounded a bit sheepish "I can...probably.." considering how many days she was out maybe this was the proper course of action. A weak scowl escaped her lips "Gods damn it, we ain't known each other long enough for ya to see me in such a pitiful state." she rested her hand on her forehead >

Rising Lotus: Before dragging it down her face. Crav's explaining the forehead bopping did cause her to smirk though. "O-okay... d-don't do that to a girl without some warnin'..my ma always jus' used her hand back in the day."

Cravendy Hound awkwardly laughs in response. “I wasn’t thinkin’, but yeah. Yer right, yer right....” Memories of similarly awkward misunderstandings bubble to the surface, one after the other like a chain reaction. Cravs becomes as stiff as a board as she recalls a particularly embarrassing moment, one that made it all the way to the bedroom before she realized what was going on.

Cravendy Hound ‘s face slowly becomes beet red as the conversation that followed, terrible and idiotic, plays word for word back to her in her head. As her captain had always told her...she was as perceptive as a log when it came to things of that nature. Cravs abruptly clears her throat.

Cravendy Hound: “We’re both fighters. Nothin’ to be ashamed of. For every battle, there’s recovery.” She then presents the folded towel, pleasantly chilled, to Rising’s face. A gesture that, this time, asks...may I?

Rising Lotus grumbles a bit "I 'spose...won't get any cool scars or tales to tell 'bout it though." she gave Cravs a nod as the towel was brought over, the cool cloth helping to soothe her burning forehead. " Least it's jus' a cold this time...the last time I was, this..." she paused for a moment. "At least this sick...It was cause of a nasty bite." she raised her left arm up. "You can still kinda see it..." she must of thought she was pointing to it, but there was a fait bit mark on her forearm.

Rising Lotus: "Was poisonous too, an' the gobbie potion I took probably made it worse.." she took a deep breath before she continued, coughing lightly "So I was holed up in...the hole I lived in up there. Though Violet came all the way to help me...that was nice..." as she trailed off her eyes drifted towards the wall, staying silent on the matter after that.

Cravendy Hound places the towel over Rising’s forehead, and then peers at the scars on her arm. Healed over, but even still she could get a sense of how bad it was when the wound was fresh. Cravs bobs her head in admiration. “Must’ve been some bite. Were ye fightin’ some manner of ‘boro? Stinky buggers are all jaws, all legs. Bad business.”

Cravendy Hound doesn’t push about Violet. Though Cravs had a track record of bluntly nosing her way into other people’s business, it was only when she thought she could help. Here, she sensed Rising wasn’t ready to talk, and it certainly wasn’t her place to ask.

Rising Lotus "I can't say what it was. I mean, I KNOW what it is...I jus' can't.." she furrowed her brow as she apparently was having trouble with the word for not saying a word. "Ya know.. talk it. Great big bug..the bug folk in Dravania use 'em." she huffed, sounding a bit frustrated. "Gods, even thinkin' is takin' too much energy." a drawn out sigh left her lips, following by some more coughing. "Hey..." she looked up to Cravs "Thanks for..uh.. I guess this...not exactly draggin' me here but..."

Rising Lotus: flipped her hand up, hoping by now the Cravs would understand what she meant. " I 'spose this is probably a better place than my mess of a room.. an' the towel is far nicer than gettin' Hop to sit on my head."

Cravendy Hound: “Stop thinkin’ so much then, and get some rest. I’ll ask the medic to leave some medicine by the table for ye when ye wake up.” Cravs tilts her head, amused. She assumes ‘Hop’ is the sproutling that she’s seen trail Rising in the past, and looks around for it.

Cravendy Hound - Failing to find Hop, she gets ready to leave in order to give Rising some peace and quiet. Before she lets the curtain fall behind her, she turns around for one last thing. “If ye need anythin’, ye can...borrow this.” Cravs places a linkshell by the bedside table. “Don’t let me catch ye trippin’ down the stairs again.”

Rising Lotus nodded "Aye, I promis ya the next time ya see me, I'll be.." she shot Cravs a finger pistol, but couldn't quite get anything catchy out. She eventually gave up and shuffled in bed a bit, getting herself comfy. "I think I'll try restin' a bit till then though." her eyes started to drift closed, how could she feel so exhausted from just a trip up the stairs?

[wolf-555-writer]

Target On My Back Part 3

Hope you guys still like where this is going xd. And thanks for all the comments, likes and reblogs, I’m so glad you like it, it really means a lot! Thanks! :) 

PART 1 | PART 2 

Natasha Romanoff/Black Widow x Reader

Summary: You desperately need answers about your connection between Natalia and you. Will you find them? And will you like what you’ll find?

Word Count: 2,712

Charming, sparkling green eyes, piercing right through you. With an intense longing gaze and a mesmerizing grin. Drawing you closer, leaning in, she’s got a hold of you. Absolutely enchanted by her, and her impressive skills, her amazing figure and total fearlessness for everything. Her beautiful red hair tickles on your skin as she presses her soft, red lips on your neck. Melting away at her delicate touch. The fact that she shot you in the leg, minor detail, you’re already over it. Still alive and kicking, right? Her hand moves from your waist to your hips smoothly, and ends up on your back while she pulls you closer. Her body pressed against yours, she has complete control over you. “Stay…”, you beg her, exhaling a bit shaky since you struggle to breathe correctly. Giving in and closing your eyes in satisfaction as your heart flutters. With a soft voice she whispers in your ear, sensing her warm breath on your skin:  

“Agent (Y/L/N)? Are you hearing this?”, Coulson presses, snapping his fingers displeased, probably in response to your silence and absent-minded stare. “Yes, loud and clear sir”, you answer with a straight face, seated in a small, cramped space on an uncomfortable chair. No windows and barely any fresh air judging by the fusty smell hanging around. “Well then, can you repeat the question for me?”. “...Um-”. Debriefing. That's what they call it. After the second time it started to feel more like an interrogation. “I thought so. I asked if you can walk me through that moment just before Agent Hill arrived. One more time please”, Coulson insists, now leaning on the metal table while assuming an intimidating stature. You’d rather go back to that daydream…. Despite the several ‘interrogation’ attempts by Coulson and Hill, you haven’t told them what exactly happened between Natalia and you, both times. All these questions, asked in a particular, distrusting way. He’s really pushing it. Why even believe some deadly assassin over a government organization anyway? You have mixed feelings about it, about Natalia, about SHIELD and about yourself. Can’t pinpoint the exact reason where it’s coming from, but you have to figure it out. If you had known her before, you would know right? ‘Cause seriously, you don’t forget someone like her that easy. “So, are we done here?”, you urge, suppressing the rage, trying your best not to let it all out. “Yes, all clear Agent (Y/L/N). You’re dismissed”, Coulson states, closing the file in front of him, not written down a single word because you told the exact same story, just like all the previous times. Not cleared for field work yet as you’ve been recovering from the gunshot wound in your leg. Taking it easy and slow, which you undeniably hate. Although, it has given you enough time to think. Not too powerful, you slam both hands on the table in a passive-aggressive way and stand up, hearing the screeching of the metal chair on the floor as you push it back. Without saying another word you exit the room and march off. With a slight limp though, so it’s not as overpowering as intended to, but he got the point.

“Hi Maria!”, you greet, walking through the hallway at SHIELD headquarters, seeing her approach with a fast pace and a dead serious look. “It's Agent H-”. “Agent Hill, I know, I know. I was wondering if you have an assignment for me. It’s okay if it's a routine mission or anything, just give me something to do”, you ask in despair, being bored as hell around here. “I can't. I'm sorry. You haven't gotten the clearance from Coulson yet”, she answers while still moving. “From Coulson?”. Wait, so the doctor already cleared you for duty, yet Coulson didn't? Agent Hill clearly has other matters to attend to, no time to stop or respond as she continued her course with haste. Well… Coulson’s credibility really hit a low point at the moment. Loyal to SHIELD. Trust the system. Words you don't believe in anymore. Okay, it’s true, SHIELD always keeps secrets. But you need answers. Right now. Obviously asking for the information is by far the worst option, no doubt they would lie or cover it up anyway. A group of Agents pass you. They’re gazing at you just a bit too long with their judgy eyes. The story of your failures has been going around, or whatever you might call them. Missing and failing to apprehend the target. Losing the package. You're being watched, your every move, like you’re a traitor, a criminal. Especially Coulson is giving you that feeling. So you have to be careful. Probably the reason why you haven't considered the more obvious choice, which is tracking down Natalia. You have to do this, before talking yourself out of it, it’s now or never.

You chuckle, it’s kinda ironic, the skills taught by SHIELD now used to break-in into their own compound. It sure comes in handy, knowing the routines, codes and how to bypass the security system. Standing in a dark corner with your back against the wall, looking at your watch while counting down the seconds. A couple of guards will pass by any moment now. And… go. Setting the timer. You’ve got 8 minutes, should be enough. Looking over your shoulder one more time while you type in the passcode and covertly slip past the door, into the records room. You’re in. The blue screen lights up your face, and with a hypnotic stare you search for the info, now scrolling through the data of previous SHIELD operations like a maniac. Maybe you encountered her on a mission before, or you were part of a secret SHIELD program, forced to wipe your memory. Can’t find a connection between Black Widow and you. There has to be one, right? Because it feels like there is one. There’s a strange familiarity about her. You have to dig deeper. Accessing your personnel file, maybe that will shed some light on it. 4 minutes and 30 seconds left. A lot of stuff about your past is redacted, the file is filled with secrets. Why? Then you stumble upon a medical report.   

“(Y/N)! Can you hear me?!”, Coulson shouts using both his hands to focus the sound while slowly progressing through the thick layer of snow beneath him. The desperation in his voice is all too clear. “Are you sure it’s here?”, Agent Barton asks with a loud voice, also searching, several meters away from Coulson. “Yes, it’s here. It has to be...”. A low, almost inaudible groan has caught Coulson’s attention as he jolts his head and immediately struggles towards it. “Quick Barton, HERE!”. He kneels while pushing some of the ice-cold snow out of the way. “Don’t you think we’re too late Coulson?”. “No. I won’t believe that. I can't”, he utters in concern. No optimism left, until his expression suddenly changes. “I still feel a pulse. It’s very weak, but it’s there. Let's go!”.  

Perhaps those recurring nightmares were telling you something… Heavily beaten up, a couple of broken bones, and in your chest, close to your heart, a gunshot wound. Covered in snow mixed with blood and a whole lot of other injuries you were brought into the infirmary of a remote, classified SHIELD location by Coulson and Barton. How did I even survive this? You think, reading the file in disbelief. If that bullet had pierced you a couple of centimeters lower, you would have been dead, no doubt. And the cold temperature apparently saved your life too. There’s more information, it’s of a meeting between Coulson and you. Were you an informant? With Coulson being your handler? But you were told that you’ve been a SHIELD Agent your entire life, and a well trained one too. You believed them, didn’t question them. You even have your own academy records to prove it. “Was it all a lie? Was I a target? A criminal?”, realizing you are one of them. The people that you despise, and hunt for a living, the ‘bad guys’. Turns out you and Natalia are not so different after all. “No, NO. this is- this can’t be true”. There’s an audio file. You’re about to open it when you hear a noise.

“Hey, there’s somebody inside!”. “Fuck”. You still had 2 minutes left!? “Good evening fellas. This doesn’t have to go the hard way”, you advise in a nonchalant fashion, carefully shifting towards them with your hands up, trying to close the distance. “You’re not authorised to be here!”, one of the guards barks at you as two of the four enter. “Okay, suit yourself. Hard way it is then”, you decide while sprinting forward and forcing the door shut with your foot, locking two of them out. The other two inside promptly react and one swings his baton at you. You slip by ducking down. Making a spin while moving up, you hit him with the backside of your right elbow, followed by a left hook just below the eye. The other one moves towards you, swinging his baton. But you grip it tight, along with his other arm, preventing a blow to your head. Perceiving a crackling electricity sound right beside you. Okay... so these are also tasers, how convenient. You toss the guard to the side and taunt with a wide grin: “I can keep this up all day, guys”. Turning your head to the door as it opens again. The short distraction caused you to be forcefully thrown against the just unlocked entrance, with the guards arm crushing your throat. Gasping for air while you're being choked. However, the other two guards luckily can’t get in as you feel them banging on the door. Powerfully kicking him between the legs - always effective - now able to shove the guard back with your arms, to end with a kick in his stomach. You hunch over, hands resting on your knees, and cough due to the lack of oxygen intake. The other guard took this opportunity and has tased you around the waist area with his charged weapon. A painful shock radiates through your torso and you let out a painful cry. Quickly kicking the baton out of his hand and pivoting your whole body, loading up for another one. With the heel of your boot you strike him on the temple. Knocking him out before he crashes to the floor.

“Stop Agent (Y/L/N)!”, a familiar voice orders. It’s Coulson. “Stand down!”. A stinging pain in your neck makes you stop and you reach for it. He shot you with something. Displaying your left hand to see what it is, holding a type of dart in your palm. “This is for your own safety”. “What the h-”. Mid-sentence you collapse on the ground. Your body feels heavy, fading away as it gets dark before your eyes.   

“Hello, this is Agent Coulson”. “Sir, the prisoner has finally woken up”, a doctor informs on the phone. “Good. It’s been weeks. I'll be there as soon as possible”. Coulson enters the room inside the remote infirmary facility, however the bed is empty and the cuffs are opened. “What? How-”. He gets grabbed from behind. Trapped in a strong headlock and an IV needle firmly pressed on the skin near his carotid artery. “Easy, easy. So ...I see you’re feeling better (Y/N)”, Coulson carefully speaks as he puts his hands up to show that he's surrendering. “How do you know my name and who the hell are you?! Why was I chained to the bed!? Talk!”. “Do you want answers or not? Then you have to let me go first. Okay (Y/N)?”. “This is Fury”. “Director, it's Coulson. Sir, I'm back in Eastern Europe again and I have an interesting case here. My informant is awake, but has no memory”. “No memory?”. “Yes, sir. No idea about their past whatsoever”. “I see... We could use an Agent with that specific skill set here at SHIELD. They could be a valuable asset”. “My thoughts exactly sir”. “It’s best if no one knows the details about this”. “Nobody will know sir”. “Okay. I trust you Coulson. Agent (Y/L/N) is your responsibility now”.

“I thought I would find you here, sooner or later”. Perceiving Coulson’s voice as you slowly open your eyelids, feeling a little fuzzy. Wanting to move your arms and legs, however you can’t. “What the hell did you do to me?!”, you yell, tied to the chair with your wrist and ankles secured. He definitely injected you with a paralyzing agent earlier. “I should have never assigned you that mission. But I thought you would be the only one that could match up to Black Widow”, Coulson reveals, avoiding eye contact with you. Why would he say that? What is he playing at? Still trying to free yourself by moving around as you feel two hands grasping your shoulders. You shrug them off, but it only causes you to be pushed down with even more force. Detained by the two guards that you fought, having a hateful expression on their face. Can’t blame them though. “You need to fix this Coulson”, you protest, never having felt so enraged and betrayed before. “I can't. It can't be fixed anymore. And trust me, you don't want it to be fixed either”. “Trust you? Not a chance”, you scoff. “You kept this from me, lied to me”. He clearly doesn't want you to know about your past. “You have proven yourself over the years, being an excellent Agent here at SHIELD. Do you want to destroy all that?”. “Cut the crap Phil. What did SHIELD do to me?! I want answers, now”, you demand, not actually in a position to make these at the moment, being tied up and all. “Well, you may not like what you’ll find”, Coulson comments as he’s pacing back and forth. “I don’t care. I had your back. And you took advantage of me, used me for your own means”. Sick of all the secrets, cause it’s driving you crazy. “I just need to know who I am and where I’m from”. Coulson stares at you with a conflicted expression. “You can't know. That is why we lied to you in the first place. The secrets are there for a reason”. “I will never stop looking for answers Coulson”. “I know you won’t”. He looks away and sighs while shaking his head in an upset manner. You hoped this trip to the archives would trigger a memory, yet it didn’t. You’re desperate, not knowing who you are anymore. After some minutes you break the cutting silence. “Did I know her? Did I know Natalia? Come on Coulson, I need to know”. Coulson takes a strong breath in and ponders, hearing the gears turning in his head. “Guards, can you give us the room please?”, he instructs, sending the guards away, leaving you and him alone. He finally decided to give in. Now standing right in front of you, he tells with a deep sigh: “Okay, but you might want to sit down for this”. “...Really Coulson”. Considering the position you’re in, you give him a look, raising your eyebrows. “Well you know what I mean”.

Sitting outside, watching the sunset, Natalia has a picture in her hand. One of the edges is torn off and it’s wrinkled, probably due to the fact that she always carries it with her. The slight discoloration suggests it's an older picture. It's the last and only one she has, possibly the only personal belonging too. On it are two people wearing a uniform, standing side by side. One of them is a red-headed woman, winking at the camera, matched with a subtle grin. The other person close next to her is staring at her with a longing gaze and smiling. Left arm wrapped around her shoulder, being completely enchanted by her. By her laugh, her fiery green eyes and fearlessness. It’s you. You and her in this old picture. Together. Holding it close, Natalia gently caresses the image of you with her thumb and softly whispers:

“I hope one day you’ll remember me...”

PART 4

[seven-oomen]

I’m sorry you’re still feeling exhausted.  I hope work wasn’t too terrible today, and that the weekend lets you rest up a bit (if you get normal weekends.  working in retail I try not to assume.)  Also, this is likely to just be a short(-ish) collection of unconnected musings, but I felt like sharing them anyway, and really you should be used to that from me at this point.  XD  So, first off that tree painting is GORGEOUS.  I mean, I tend to be kinda partial to that whole tree silhouette type aesthetic, so I’m probably slightly biased.  But still.  (And the background shading… <3 )  Also, ngl, the backlit keyboard keeps making me think of that video of Henry Cavill assembling his new computer that’s making the rounds.  That is not meant as a complaint of any sort, mind you, merely an observation.

Speaking of hot scruffy dudes who are actually massive dorks, did you SEE Ian’s most recent Insta pic?!  (the non-cowboy hat one)  Omg, I don’t know why he keeps complaining about how it’s starting to look like TW Season One hair like it’s some sort of bad thing.  (The longer the hair, the better the grip you can get. […uh…wait, what?… ’>.> ])  That pic just screams OUAT sequel to me.  Out here looking all shaggy and windblown and peaceful and content.  Proud Alpha Dad Peter spending quality time with his family/pack.  How very dare he spring this on an unsuspecting public with no warning?  I was not prepared.  (Also, Sinqua and Holland commenting on it just ups the adorable factor that much more.)

Also, was looking at a few sites lately in consideration of ordering a few more masks for work, found this print on one of them and almost laughed myself absolutely stupid.  I don’t know why it was just so funny to me, but I hope it cheers you as much as it did me.  Btw, it’s available on an impressive variety of items, including two types of notebooks, t-shirts, mugs, blankets, pillows, beach towels, shower curtains, rugs, bath mats, several styles of bags, phone cases, and assorted types of wall art (sadly not on a mask, however.  I was deeply disappointed.)  I can see any number of items ending up in the Haleargentski household, bought by assorted non-wolf members for assorted wolf members, because they are a family of assholes.  (I feel like the first gift was a travel mug to Peter from his darling husbands, then a t-shirt [on black ofc] from Peter to Derek, and then it just all snowballed from there.)

Today’s literally-just-appeared-out-of-nowhere-wtf-brain thought is (much like the French maid thing) definitely of the nsfw variety, so consider yourself duly warned if you have a shift today.  Because I mean we talked about Chris and Noah using toys on each other, but why should Peter get left out of the fun?  There are plenty of ways for him to enjoy them, too.  Like, pretty much the initial spontaneous thought was “Peter getting pulled into someone’s lap and being pegged within an inch of his life until he comes screaming down the throat of whichever one is going down on him at the same time."  And I was just like "not sure what this has to do with this video of how to make a ukelele out of colored pencils, but continue."  But like, no really.  Peter being knotted in one of them while the other uses beads or a (vibrating) plug on him?  (Which one is the asshole who momentarily turns the vibration up high enough that they BOTH can feel it?)  Or using those, or some kind of prostate massager, while he’s tied up and watching them with each other?  Bonus points in that situation for anything remote controlled.  See just how good his control really is.  Equal opportunity toy usage is what I’m saying, basically.

Also had a thought inspired by a pregnant friend and her fiance raving about a local pizza place’s monthly special, which is a pickle pizza (no really).  I may or may not have asked her if she had it with ice cream (I totally did, but apparently she’s past that point.)  So I was wondering about any weird or specific cravings the boys have while pregnant.  I remember Chris having a thing about chocolate pudding in the flashbacks.  Was it only a certain type of pudding, or would any kind do?  Were there any others he had?  Did he have the same ones with Ben or different?  What about Noah?  What sort of cravings did he get, if any?  And did they vary between sets of twins?  Did anybody go the aforementioned pickles and ice cream route?  Anybody dipping fries in Nutella?  Onion straws in peanut butter?  Doritos in cottage cheese?  Anybody eat salsa straight out of the jar?  Did anybody get any sudden absolute need for a specific fast food at two in the morning?  Or suddenly want a type of snack food only carried at one truck stop halfway past the next town?  Anybody spend several days eating nothing but veggie trays, including ones they normally can’t stand?  Anybody develop a temporary aversion to certain things, like coffee (feels like it would be a terrible thing for either of them)?  Did Peter cater to their every whim in any and all of these situations?  (I already know that answer.)  Did either one ever get demanding about it, or did they go the more passively-wistful-won’t-stop-mentioning-it route?  Side note; did anyone (not family) ever catch the wrong end of hormones now backed by even more combat and/or magical ability?  (Debbie at the bake sale best step off or she gonna regret a number of her life choices.)

Uh…I think that was the last of the random swirling questions/musings/headcanons for now…  I hope you feel a bit better today, and that the time off (I think you mentioned some time off?) is helpful.  Enjoy your time with your friend (that was this weekend, right?).  If you’ve got ideas for writing stuff, but are having trouble getting them down, would making quick notes/reminders, or voice recordings, for later help?  Like, so you don’t worry about losing them, but aren’t forcing yourself to do something you don’t feel up for at the time?  Either way, congrats on keeping up with the journaling (and the pretty, pretty art), and I hope tracking everything proves helpful.  And remember, other people’s bullshit issues and hang-ups are in no way your fault (no matter what they try to tell you), and you deserve all the good things.  Take care!  *Hugs to both of you!* 

Yeah, honestly I think I hit that point in my life again where my battery is drained and I can’t restart it. Which is how I got my burn out at first and working towards another one. Heh but I also don’t want to give up now and just keep working for a little longer because my contract expires at the end of September and yeah.. 

Stress.

Aww gosh thank you, yeah I really like how that one turned out! It was better than expected.

Btw if you’re into Zombie apocalypse stories (I am) you should definitely check out The girl with all the gifts. It’s so brutal but also interesting, I definitely enjoyed that. (And it was research for my own book)

Lol I love this keyboard and this laptop, really, it was the most expensive thing I ever bought but it’s so worth it. Still runs super smooth after 2 years. I don’t think I’ve seen that video of Henry though. 

And omg yes I did and it’s the best thing. he looks so SOFT omg. I def got  OUAT S2 vibes from that. And OUAT vibes. Also that pic of him with Colton, omg. Those were the best!

THAT PRINT!!!! I nearly snorted coffee out of my nose this morning but managed to swallow it down just in time. My work computer would have suffered caffeine damage otherwise XD.

But yeah, that becomes a running gag for sure!

Because I mean we talked about Chris and Noah using toys on each other, but why should Peter get left out of the fun?  There are plenty of ways for him to enjoy them, too.  Like, pretty much the initial spontaneous thought was “Peter getting pulled into someone’s lap and being pegged within an inch of his life until he comes screaming down the throat of whichever one is going down on him at the same time."

*cheff’s kiss* 

Yes.

Oh the images are so good. Remind me to write them out in detail tomorrow after the zoo trip.

Also parking the pregnancy cravings to answer tomorrow since it’s past midnight and I should catch some sleep before I need to be up again. But I will definitely type that HC out.

Side note; did anyone (not family) ever catch the wrong end of hormones now backed by even more combat and/or magical ability?  (Debbie at the bake sale best step off or she gonna regret a number of her life choices.)

Ohhh Debbie’s toast. Because yes, Noah’s magic is that much stronger when it’s fueled by pregnancy hormones and Chris turns into a very protective hormonal fighting machine. Low center of gravity has advantages when you’re in a squabble with the Karens.

And yeah, I have four days off right now. Which means I don’t have to work until Thursday again. Which is awesome!

But yeah work wasn’t too bad, I had to do one bad news conversation which fucking sucked since there was nothing I could do and nobody I could get a hold off to fix the problem for that customer and it was just a waiting game. I hate those conversations. I honestly do.

Most of it was quiet though and I got to leave an hour earlier due to the quiet day. So that was good. And I watched a movie while being paid (The girl with all the gifts) so that was pretty fun too XD

I actually voice record a lot already. I find it really helps with clearing my mind and I write a lot of stuff down. But I appreciate the tip!

Lots of cuddles from me and Mo and I hope your day went by well. <3

[copperbadge]

melayneseahawk replied to your post “Its called Azelastine bc its only used Azelast resort”

*pharmacy technician hat* It's also possible that is has to do with step therapy: other drugs work, and are cheaper, so a lot of insurances won't cover azelastine until you're on record as having tried other (cheaper) stuff first

JESUS CHRIST CAPITALISM IS THE REASON I HAD A TWO MONTH SINUS INFECTION.

Sorry not yelling at you, just yelling :D Of course the insurance company wants me to buy the OTC they don’t have to pay for. Jesus CHRIST. 

dignitywhatdignity replied to your post “Its called Azelastine bc its only used Azelast resort”

My gp was just like, "Just use Flonase whenever you're congested." And it's worked wonders; I've only had one sinus infection since, as opposed to the several a year I'd had before that point.

ariadnespyns replied to your post “mishaberryreblogs replied to your post “How do you clean your...”

Azelastine is an antihistamine, where otrivin is... something else. Have you tried flonase yet? That's what we give people here in the hospital!

Sadly, Flonase sits at the very top of the “does nothing for me at all” list. Doesn’t even make my nose run. Just sits there and tastes bad. :D 

myjennieblr replied to your photoset “theambassadorposts: Signal boost 99% Invisible just did a great...”

So, this was fascinating, but i initially read "History of Consumption" and went the tuberculosis route, not the consumer goods route and was a little perplexed at how the Sears catalogue linked to pulmonary health.

HAHAHA ME TOO. I didn’t mention it because I didn’t want to dilute the message, but yeah my immediate thought was “the history of tuberculosis? That’s an understandable but very niche class...”

constant-instigator replied to your post “WHAT HAPPENED TO YOUR ROOMBA??”

Oh! can we get deets on where to send the old Roombas For Science? Our poor old Rosey is ready to go to a nice farm upstate.

Oh, this wasn’t anything formal, I just asked Knotta (who is a children’s librarian) if she wanted it for anyone who was nerdy enough to want to take apart a Roomba. But you should check around with children’s libraries, STEM programs, and scout troops in your area, someone may want it. 

geekgirl76 replied to your post “WHAT HAPPENED TO YOUR ROOMBA??”

Oh, speaking of, didn't a friend of yours do research and have a recommendation for uprights? When we got rid of the wall to wall, we switched to lighter cordless stick vacs, but we're on the third and they ALL suck. (or I guess technically, don't suck) gave up on Hoover eons ago, Bissel lost our loyalty with this last one that chokes up on ANYTHING other than the finest dust. (who puts a 80 degree corner in the throat of a wimpy stick vac?!) 

Yes! One of my co-workers wanted an efficient, cost-effective vacuum that would handle their dog’s hair decently. They went with the Dirt Devil Quick Lite. I looked at it, but I opted for the Black & Decker Airswivel Ultra because it was slightly lighter and had a longer cord. 

There are things I’m not crazy about -- to unlatch the handle (so that it tilts) you just put your foot on the vacuum and press down, and then it snaps back into place when you’re done, but it doesn’t always snap on the first try and I’m just waiting for that latch to break. It also doesn’t have any way to adjust the height of the brush, so it can be rough going on denser-weave carpets. If you have wall-to-wall carpeting I would not recommend, but I just have small area rugs and runners, and it does fine on all but one of those, and it’s pretty good on my vinyl flooring, too. It’s great at getting up dust and cat hair, and for $70 I didn’t expect a lot of bells and whistles, so on balance I’m glad I bought it. But I think it’s definitely a vacuum for someone like me, who only has 900 square feet to vacuum and most of that not carpeting.  

dreamwaffles replied to your post “How do you clean your sinuses? I'm currently suffering =(”

I tried for years to use neti pots and they never worked. Turns out I have a deviated septum.

Yep, I have a punctured septum, so it just goes in one nostril and out the other.

lacrimula-falsa replied to your post “WHAT HAPPENED TO YOUR ROOMBA??”

@copperbadge The fact that your roomba was named MagNeato has me in stitches. XD

It gets better, it wasn’t even a Roomba -- it was a roomba-knockoff by the Neato Company, that’s why we named it MagNeato :D My original Roomba was Dalek Suck (after Dalek Sek). 

and-rugelachs replied to your post “I managed to do something to my foot in the past two days- I woke up...”

Do you know about plantar fasciitis? It causes arch pain, and I hear it can happen through running. I had it for a year (I did it through actual injury and couldn't rest it until 4 hours after, so mine was a bad case) and it sounds similar to what you're describing.

That’s what I thought this was! That’s why I ran on it, because plantar fasciitis pain usually fades with activity. It’s been suggested to me that it looks more like  peroneal tendonitis and I think that’s probably the case. Notably, I get some relief when I ice not the bottom of the foot but the back of my ankle. 

[eldritchsurveys]

o94.

What is your name? >> Mordred.

How old are you? >> 31.

And lastly, where are you located? >> Grand Rapids / Xibalba.

What is the most unique compliment you have received? >> I’m not sure. I don’t really remember stuff like that for very long.

What's the most unique insult you have received? >> ^

How do you feel about tomato sauce with chunks of tomato? >> I prefer it.

Do people think you look like either of your parents? Does that offend you? >> Most people don’t know my parents in the first place. And no, I wouldn’t be offended if someone said I looked like my dad. I mean, I’m sure I do at least a little bit. That’s how shit works.

What is your nationality/heritage? Does it fit you? >> My nationality is USian and my heritage is Black American, Native American, and Haitian. It’s not a matter of whether it “fits” me or not; it has at least a fraction to do with who I am regardless.

Do you prefer regular bacon or turkey bacon? >> I don’t really like bacon (overexposure killed my taste for it -- which is why people should stop putting it in goddamn everything), but I guess either will do.

Are you more of a talker or a listener? >> I am both, but I find listening to be a lot easier a lot of the time.

Do you interrupt when people talk? >> I’m less likely to do this than most people, but it still happens sometimes, especially if it’s a subject I’m really excited about.

Do you think its weird when people talk to their pets like people? >> Not at all. How else are people supposed to communicate with them, anyway?

Where do most of your relatives live? >> New Jersey and North Carolina, as far as I know.

Is your weight proportionate to your height? >> Yep.

What is the last place, other than home, that you stayed overnight? >> An Airbnb in Chicago.

Do you prefer leather or lace? >> I think a combination of both is most ideal.

What was the manufacturer of the last vehicle you were in? >> Saturn.

Would you ever buy a motorcycle? >> I mean, I can’t drive one, so there’s really no reason for me to buy one.

What is the most unusual thing in your reach right now? >> There’s nothing unusual within my reach. I mean, there’s this weird little vinyl figure that I got from Reddit for participating in their SyFy Secret Santa thing a long while ago, but I don’t know how unusual that is, per se. It’s just funky.

Are you sitting by a window right now? >> I’m sitting by a sliding glass door, which is similar.

Does your door have to be closed in order for you to sleep? >> No, I prefer it open. Even though it means I have to do weird shit to keep the damn cat out of my room (I’d be less anal about it if he wasn’t prone to spraying all over my shit).

Do you have anything other than posters or pictures on your walls? >> No, just posters and a print from deviantART.

What is the furthest you have traveled alone? >> A thousand miles or so.

Have you ever ridden a train? How about a subway? >> I’ve ridden both many times.

What is the last thing you measured? >> Where to hang this Cradle of Filth poster I found at the record store.

Have you ever done something you told yourself you'd never do? >> I mean, probably.

What did you do on the busiest day of your life? >> ---

Have you ever traveled to another country? >> No.

Have you traveled to another continent? >> No.

What is something someone can say that always cheers you up? >> I don’t think there’s anything like that. 

Do you think everyone is born innocent? Or do you think "evil" is predetermined? >> I don’t believe in either of these concepts. People are just people.

Are you tattooed? Or does it freak you out? >> I am tattooed.

Are you pierced? If so, where? >> Septum and earlobes.

Are attracted to or put off by people who are heavily pierced or tattooed? >> I’m much more likely to be interested in or attracted to people who are modified than I am to be repelled by them.

Do you have any predjudices? >> Of course. Judgement is a pretty common and useful function of the human brain.

Have you ever been called a derogatory name? ..What? >> Sure, your general “bitch” and “cunt” and that sort of thing.

What was the meanest thing you've been called? >> I don’t know.

Have you done anything productive today, anyway? >> Yeah, I took a shower.

Eaten anything delicious today? >> I haven’t even eaten yet. I should probably do that before I leave.

Do you have any pets? If so, what species/breed? How did you acquire said pets? >> No.

Have you ever gotten a pet at a shelter? You should. There's nothing wrong with shelter pets. [: >> If I were to get a pet, that’s where I’d get them from.

Have you ever taken in a stray animal? >> No.

Do you have or want children? >> I don’t have them and I definitely wouldn’t mind raising one.

How do you feel about marriage? Ever been close? >> I am pretty apathetic about it, all told. But I’m not gonna lie... the plans for our wedding really do sound lit. I didn’t know it could be this fucking cool, but once we started discussing the merits of a cemetery wedding I was like “ohhhh now I see the hype”.

Are you confident in your appearance? >> I mean, I don’t know. I don’t think my appearance requires confidence, per se.

Do you enjoy looking at yourself? Do people think you are conceited or vain? >> I do enjoy looking at myself. I don’t know if people think I’m vain, and I don’t particularly care either way.

Are you optimistic, pessimistic or "realistic" ? >> Optimistically realistic.

Do you enjoying taking pictures? >> Sometimes.

Do you take pictures of THINGS, or are you just a camera whore? xD >> Most of the photos I take are of myself, so I guess the latter.

Do you have a significant other? If so, what's your favorite thing about this person? >> Well, I have Sparrow and I have Can Calah. I don’t know what my “favourite thing” about either of them is.

How long have you been involved with them? >> Can Calah’s been around for seven or so years and Sparrow’s been around for 6 by her reckoning.

Do you think they are "the one"? Do you believe in "the one" or "soulmates"? >> I mean, Sparrow and I just fit together well, there’s not a whole lot of effort involved in maintaining our relationship... and that’s 100% ideal for me, because I am not actually good at romantic relationships. I have little interest in the trappings of them (I mean, they’re fun, but I’m not... like, invested), I don’t experience the whole emotional component the way other people do, and I’m easily alienated by a lot of random expected shit like having to say “I love you” and whatnot (yay, fucked-up socio-emotional development). Sometimes my relationship with Sparrow seems more like that “queerplatonic” thing that the kids have been talking about, which would line up perfectly with the suspicion I have that I’m just aromantic. Regarding Can Calah... yeah, he’s definitely Something. But our relationship is, of course, different from the kind I’d have with any human. That’s just how that works.

Have you ever dated someone simply for their looks? >> Nah.

What about dating someone simply because you felt too bad to say no? >> I’ve never felt that bad about saying no.

How do you feel about casual sex?  >> It’s fine for those it’s fine for. It’s not fine for me.

Are you eating anything right now? >> No, but I will definitely have to eat when I finish this survey.

Does it drive you INSANE when people chew with their mouth open? >> Yes, but I’m also very sensitive to eating sounds. As in, like, I put my earphones in when Sparrow eats.

What about when they talk with their mouth full?? I hate that. >> I mean, whatever.

Does any food always make you sick but you love it too much to not eat it? >> No.

How do you feel about alcohol? >> As a dionysian creation, I’m definitely into alcohol. So as a dionysian creature, I try to pay it some respect.

Have you ever been drunk? >> Sure.

Do you like orange juice with pulp? Or... do you prefer not chewing your juice? xD That's how I feel. >> Yeah, I’m on your side. Either I’m eating an orange or I’m drinking juice; pulpy orange juice wigs me out.

Do you scream for ice cream? >> No.

Which orange came first; the color or the fruit? >> I don’t remember, but I did read about it once.

Chicken or the egg, really? >> It’s a circle, really.

Are you addicted to anything? >> No.

Do you tell white lies? >> Sure.

What is your favorite pair of shoes? >> The boots.

Are you more creative or logical? >> I am both.

Do you know what people mean when they say "type A personality"? >> I have a vague idea, yeah.

Are you in school? If so, for what? >> No.

What is your dream job? >> To not have a job.

Have you ever experienced a natural disaster? >> Sure. Hurricane Sandy was interesting.

Do you feel bad when bad things happen to other people? Or, do you not care? >> I don’t feel much of anything when things happen to other people, unless it’s in a tv show that I’m invested in, lmao.

If you don't, do you feel guilty about that? >> I’ve done nothing wrong, so why should I feel guilty? Not feeling badly for someone else doesn’t mean I want bad things to happen to them, or that I’m evil or some nonsense. That’s a false equivalence.

Do you laugh at things that aren't supposed to be funny? >> All the time.

Is it only funny til someone gets hurt? Then is it hilarous? >> Heh.

Does your favorite shirt have words on it? If so, what does it say? >> ---

Aren't you a little nervous about posting photos online? >> No.

Have you ever been diagnosed with a mental illness? >> Misdiagnosed.

Have you ever stolen something? >> I’ve stolen many things.

What was the reason you washed your hands last? >> I’d just used the loo.

How do you feel about getting blood drawn? >> I love it, it’s fun to watch.

What are you afraid of? >> Death, apparently.

Is there something you should be doing? >> Yeah, eating, and then getting ready to go see Thirst Trap Equalizer 2.

[sophialala1]

I’m now at the point where I’m creating my own fanart in favor of studying XD <3 Well, here you’ll get some fanart of chapter 20 of my story Dearly beloved <3 (PS: It’s my first digital art ever, so be nice) XD <3

I included the chapter so you’ll know what I’m talking about <3 And the full story can be found here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/11490639/chapters/25774182

Anyways, Chapter 20 - Dearly Beloved

Yuuri couldn’t contain his gasp when he saw Victor nail his quadruple jump. It was a quadruple salchow, and the landing was perfect.

“Good job, Victor.” Yakov called across the ice rink.

“I did it, Yakov, I told you I could!” Victor cheered. “Yuuri, did you see?”

Yuuri nodded frantically. “It was amazing!”

Victor skated towards him. “How did it look? Did I spin fast?”

“Yes, you did.” Yuuri assured. “I could barely count the spins.”

Victor beamed with pride. “Yakov, can I please use the jump in my short program?”

Yakov chuckled fondly before his face grew deadly serious. “No.”

“What? No? Why?” Victor questioned. “This jump will give me a new record.”

“Your program will get you a new record. You don’t need any quads.” Yakov explained. “Besides, you’ve only managed to land one. It doesn’t mean that you’re good enough to add a quad to your program on the last day.”

“But you promised that I could start competing with quads when I turned fifteen…”

“You’ve been fifteen for one day, Victor.” Yakov pointed out. “Calm down.”

“I’m perfectly calm.” Victor protested. “I’m just saying…”

“The answer is no.” Yakov stated, leaving no room for arguments.

Yuuri could tell that Victor didn’t let it go. His entire face was just screaming rebellion. “Okay, coach…” Victor said grimly. “Whatever you say.” ……………………………….

“Victor, you’re not going to do anything stupid, right?” Yuuri asked in concern. It was almost time for Victor to perform. And Victor had a weird look on his face.

The Grand Prix final was held in Moscow, Victor’s home territory. And his fans were definitely cheering the loudest.

Victor didn’t want to disappoint them by playing it safe. If he knew that he could be better, wasn’t he an idiot for not doing it?

“Victor?” Yuuri prodded.

“I’m not doing anything stupid.” Victor assured. “I’m doing something smart.”

“Just…” Yuuri started but trailed off.

“What?” Victor asked gently. It was almost time of him to go on the ice. But he couldn’t skate if Yuuri looked so worried.

Victor crouched down so he could get a better look of his mate, when Yuuri suddenly threw his arms around Victor’s neck. “Please, don’t get hurt…” He pleaded.

Victor hugged Yuuri back. “I won’t.” He promised. “I know what I’m doing…”

Yuuri nodded against his shoulder before reluctantly letting him go.

Victor backed away when he suddenly felt Yakov’s hand on his shoulder. “It’s almost time now, jacket off.”

Victor made a sound of acknowledgement. “Will you watch it for me?” He asked Yuuri.

Yuuri nodded solemnly.

Victor chuckled and took off the jacket that connected him to Russia, and handed it to Yuuri.

Yuuri almost choked on his own breath when he saw Victor’s costume in all its glory. He had seen it on TV, but it was so different in person. The crystals covering his entire torso, and the white fluffy wings on in his shoulders, made him look like an angel.

“Yuuri?” Victor asked worriedly.

Yuuri inhaled shakily. “Y-yes…?”

Victor smiled softly to his mate. “Try and breathe, okay?”

Yuuri’s face turned red in an instant, but he took a deep breath to appease Victor.

“That’s my boy…” Victor declared and ruffled Yuuri’s hair.

Yuuri tired his best to fix it, but without a mirror, it was more or less a lost cause.

Victor chuckled fondly. “You look so cute like that…”

“Victor.” Yakov snapped. “Focus.”

“Victor, focus…” Victor mocked in Japanese.

Yuuri laughed despite himself. “Victor, you really shouldn’t make fun of him… He only wants what’s best for you.”

“Yeah…” Victor scoffed. “We’ll see…”

“And now, give a warm welcome to Russia’s treasure. Who’s performing in his home territory this time around, Victor Nikiforov.” The announcer spoke. “Victor, skate.” Yakov urged.

Victor kissed the ring on Yuuri’s hand. “Cheer for me?”

Yuuri smiled. “Just try to stop me…” ……………………………

Victor was a panting mess by the time his performance was over. He had replaced all of his triple salchows with quad salchows. He had touched down on two, but landed the other three perfectly.

The audience roared in awe, and Victor felt as if he was on the top of the world. Despite having Yakov trying to burn him alive with a look so furious, that he made Medusa seem like a puppy.

But Victor decided that it didn’t matter, when he finally turned to the person he wanted to impress above all else. His true mate, who was currently hugging his jacket so tightly, that Victor was worried that he might choke himself.

He quickly made his way over to him. “Yuuri, what did you think?” He asked happily as he reached for the rink-wall.

“It was amazing!” Yuuri cheered as Victor skated to a halt. “You’re so amazing, everything was just so…so…”

“Amazing?” Victor filled in.

Yuuri nodded. “It was the best program I have ever seen.”

Yakov didn’t look impressed as he gave Victor the silent treatment, Probably because of all the reporters standing behind them. But his eyes said plenty.

Victor was going to get an earful later…

Victor didn’t care, however. Yuuri looked at him with so much admiration and love that it would definitely be worth it. He would spend the rest of his life with Yakov screaming in his ear, if that was what it took to have Yuuri look at him like that.

“I’m glad.”

Yuuri smiled before he flinched in realization. “Oh, do you want your jacket back?”

Victor laughed as he shook his head fondly. “I’m still very warm after the performance. Why don’t you hold onto it or now?”

Yuuri looked at the jacket determinately. “I will protect it with my life.”

Victor wrapped an arm around Yuuri. His mind was firmly made up that Yuuri was coming with him to the kiss and cry. “Please don’t risk your life like that. I can always get a new jacket…”

Yuuri smiled shyly. “Okay. But it would be a shame if anything happened to it. It’s a very beautiful jacket.”

“Do you want it?” Victor asked. “I can get a new one, and you can keep that if you’d like?”

Yuuri’s eyes widened. “Really?”

Victor chuckled and pulled Yuuri closer to himself to cover him from the flashing cameras. “Really.” …………………

The jacket was about five sizes too big for Yuuri, but that didn’t keep him from wearing it to Victor’s free skate the next day.

Victor beamed with pride. Having Yuuri wear his jacket made something flutter in his heart, just like the rings did.

It was probably his possessiveness as a alpha. If he could, he would probably put out giant billboards all over the world of the two of them together, with the inscription ‘true mates’. But his parents had already shot down that proposal four times. So it was probably not going to happen…

“What’s in the bag?” Victor asked. Breaking the silence the excitement had put them in.

Yuuri had been carrying a bag ever since they left the hotel. But Yuuri kept it in his free hand. Out of Victor’s sight.

“A surprise…” Yuuri said secretively.

Victor hated how curious that made him. “For me?” He asked.

Yuuri nodded. “You’ll get it once you get off the ice.”

“But, Yuuri…” Victor pouted. “Can you at least give me a clue?”

Yuuri looked away thoughtfully before he suddenly lit up. “It’s my favorite color.” He announced.

Victor hummed thoughtfully. There were a lot of things that could be blue. The ocean, the sky, the angry vein on Yakov’s forehead… But he seriously doubted that any of those would fit inside Yuuri’s bag.

“Victor, I’m warning you. If I see any quads….” Yakov started before Victor cut him off.

“Yeah, yeah. You’ll resign your post and leave me as a skating-orphan…” Victor repeated in amusement. “You made your points yesterday.”

“Victor… I would have to agree with Yakov.” Yuuri spoke up. “If there’s a risk that you might get hurt. I don’t want you to do it.”

Victor’s heart swelled at Yuuri’s concern.

“I won’t get hurt, solnechnyy.” Victor stated.

Yuuri still looked worried. “But can you promise me that you will stick with the triple jumps? Just to be safe…?”

“Yuuri…” Victor drawled. “You’re so cute when you’re worried.”

“Is that a yes?” Yuuri asked hopefully.

How could Victor possibly say no to that face. “Yes, love.” Victor relented. He was already in the lead with such a high score that he could probably skip his free-skate all together and still win. “I promise you that I won’t do any quads.”

Yuuri smiled gratefully. “Thank you.” …………………………….

Yakov had never appreciated a person as much as he did Yuuri Katsuki, also known as the Victor-whisperer. Finally, he had someone who could get Victor to stop being a reckless idiot.

Sure, Yakov loved his protégé, but god, he could be so stupid sometimes. Yakov didn’t want to keep Victor from evolving and becoming better. But Victor was still growing, and when it came to quads, they could be very dangerous if the distance were measured wrong.

Victor had always been a rebellious kid. Making his first quad when he was no more than ten years old. Just to prove to Yakov and himself, that he could.

Yakov had forbidden them immediately, for Victor’s own safety. But he always caught Victor trying stupid stunts when he wasn’t looking. But it turns out that he only needed Yuuri to get Victor to see reason.

Yakov would have to get his home number, just so that he could have Yuuri talk sense into Victor’s thick skull, the next time the kid got any stupid ideas.

“Isn’t he beautiful?” Yuuri asked in awe as Victor skated to a halt in his final position.

Yakov immediately snapped back to reality. Was Victor finished already?

“He’s a very good skater.” Yakov agreed sternly as he clapped his hands.

Yuuri smiled proudly. “I made him a wreath out of blue roses… I hope he will like it.”

Yakov almost snorted. “I think someone will have to rip it away from his cold, dead hands, if they ever want to take it away from him.”

Yuuri looked up at Yakov with a horrified expression. “What?”

Yakov suddenly remembered that he talked to an eleven-year-old he barely knew. He had heard so much about him through Victor, that he almost forgot that he barely had any relationship at all to the Japanese boy. And there he was, traumatizing him with his dark sense of humor.

“Not that anyone would kill him. Just that…” Yakov tried to explain himself. “I’m sure he’ll like the wreath….” He sighed.

“So, what are you two talking about?” Victor asked cheerfully as he suddenly appeared at the rink-side. “You’re not revealing my deepest secrets, are you?”

“Victor, that was amazing!” Yuuri cheered. “You were so beautiful.”

“Thank you, love.” Victor smiled. “Does this mean I’m worthy of the surprise?”

Yuuri smirked. “Well, you’re not off the ice now, are you?”

Victor’s eyes widened in surprise, before a giant grin spread across his face. He took a step forward so he stood on the concrete floor. “Better?”

Yuuri nodded and reached for the bag.

Victor took the moment to put on his skate guards. But just as he put the second one on, something was suddenly placed on his head.

He looked up to Yuuri’s smiling face. “I made it for you last night.” Yuuri announced. “It’s a wreath made of blue roses. They smelled like you, so I figured that they would make a good crown… For my prince…”

“Yuuri…” Victor drawled. His eyes were once again filled with tears. “What did I ever do to deserve you?”

Yuuri shrugged. “I guess you were just lucky…”

Victor laughed. He was once again reminded of why he loved this confident part of Yuuri. It made his heart beat impossibly strong in his chest. “I suppose you’re right.”

Yuuri blushed, back to normal self again. “Well, come on. We need to see your score…” He reached out his hand to Victor and nodded to the kiss and cry.

Victor took his hand in a heartbeat. “Of course, Luchik… Lead the way.” …………………….

Victor wore the wreath with pride as he stood at the top of the podium. It matched his outfit perfectly and everyone seemed to complement it every chance they got. Yuuri was so happy.

Victor had broken the world record in total score and had really set the bar until Yuuri would make his debut in the juniors.

Next year, Victor would move on to the ‘real’ Grand Prix. But hopefully, the next one who would crush his record in juniors would be his very own Yuuri Katsuki.

Yuuri was currently waiting for him with Yakov until the medal ceremony was over. Then they were going out for dinner together with their families to celebrate, and Yuuri would finally get to eat piroshkies.

Victor could barely wait.

“Thank you.” The photographer said, releasing the skaters from the podium.

Victor practically jumped off of it, in his rush to get back to Yuuri. And just when he saw his beautiful mate again, he heard a voice coming from above him.

“Congratulations on your win, Victor.”

Victor looked up and saw a little boy with curly golden hair and giant green eyes.

Victor smiled at him. “And what’s your name?”

The boy looked taken off guard by Victor’s response. “Christophe Giacometti.” The boy said almost too quickly to be audible.

Victor smiled at his reaction. “Thank you, Chris.”

The boy reminded him of Yuuri in some way, so young and filled with hope. Victor wanted to keep that alive. So he looked to his hands and noticed how many roses he held. Most of them probably wouldn’t even last through dinner, so it really couldn’t hurt to spare one.

Victor took one of them and threw it up to Chris. “See you at worlds.” He said with a wave.

Chris looked at the rose like it was magical.

Victor couldn’t help but chuckle when he suddenly felt how someone grabbed his hand. His Yuuri.

“Yakov told me that I should tell you to hurry...” Yuuri smiled. “Apparently you won’t listen to him?”

Victor feigned hurt as he allowed Yuuri to lead him away. “I do too listen to him.” He protested. “I just prefer to listen to you.”

Yuuri laughed. “By the way, who was that boy up there? The one you gave the rose to?”

Victor smiled teasingly. “Are you jealous, Pryanichek?”

Yuuri shook his head thoughtfully. “I know you love me more.”

Victor kissed the side of Yuuri’s head and successfully got a small laugh out of his beloved mate. “Always.”

[verdigrisprowl]

Mar 25 Dancitron Movie Night - Thor: Ragnarok

Prowl tuned out most of the movie and left his avatar on idle. He’s working on a project.

He skimmed his recording of the movie during the credits, realized that there was some rather traumatic content in there, and went over to reassure Soundwave. They’re now scheduling an opportunity to go destroy Soundwave’s old cell in the pits. Prowl also worried over Mixmaster a bit.

Today Specs 7:32 pm *the dragon arrives! she, thankfully, does not have a knife this time. she does have some shellfish-shaped energon cookies, however.* ItsyBitsySpyers 7:33 pm *Soundwave finishes popping something into his mouth and closing his visor just before the dragon arrives; he turns to greet her and nods, peering at the cookies with much curiosity.* Specs 7:33 pm Hello, Soundwave! *she's putting them where they belong before she takes a seat, as always* Smokescreen 7:34 pm /Smokescreen's coming in, and is going to flop onto a couch as soon as he enters./ ItsyBitsySpyers 7:35 pm [[Greetings, dragon. Have you had a pleasant week?]] *Soundwave glances over to Smokescreen and nods to him. Still nervous after that card, but... a couple of hours here can't hurt. Right?* Smokescreen 7:37 pm /Smokescreen's waving at Soundwave, so far looking like he's fine!/ Hey, Sounds- Sounds, can I share this one documentary with you? ItsyBitsySpyers 7:37 pm [[Do.]] Specs 7:37 pm It's been quiet. Nothing much happened. Concursion with the one of the space elevators came and went, so new supplies came down! That was nice. Er, came up. How do directions work in space, anyways. ItsyBitsySpyers 7:38 pm [[Poorly.]] Smokescreen 7:38 pm Alright- it's a from the boxyverse, but focusing on this hit band group at the time! ... Also, can I talk to you about the big- you know, the allspark thing in my universe? Ratchet 7:39 pm *pops in* Jetstream 7:39 pm it's fighting me Omicron 7:39 pm *Ice Queen comes in, tired predacon is tired, looks around and chirps a greeting* Specs 7:39 pm *the dragon chirps back at the predacon* ItsyBitsySpyers 7:40 pm [[You may.]] *Soundwave nods to Ice Queen, Jetstream, and Ratchet. Greetings.* Omicron 7:40 pm Racer: *Chirps! too from Icy's back, riding and chewing on a metalic stick* Smokescreen 7:40 pm ... Right here? Now? Ratchet 7:40 pm *slow scan of the room. is there anyone here he wants to sit with tonight? doesn't look like there is, yet.* ItsyBitsySpyers 7:41 pm [[You might as well.]] [[...Over comms.]] Smokescreen 7:41 pm Oh! Oh yeah! Prowl 7:41 pm *arrives via the door like y'do* Smokescreen 7:42 pm @Soundwave: ::First- you got any idea how to break the news to Megs that I'm inviting you to help? And- and also, we found these different symbols that go with all the coordinates we've found.:: ItsyBitsySpyers 7:42 pm [[Good evening, Prowl.]] Ratchet 7:42 pm Hey, platter arms. Is Bug around? Omicron 7:42 pm *Icy tries not to flop, but lays down in beast mode* Jetstream 7:42 pm ((what do y'all see?)) ItsyBitsySpyers 7:42 pm [[..."Platter arms"?]] *Irritated blip.* [[They can be, if you give me a moment.]] Smokescreen 7:42 pm !! /Waving at round Prowl!/ Omicron 7:42 pm RAcer: *Meeps at the mechs he's seen before* ItsyBitsySpyers 7:43 pm @SS: [[Gently. Perhaps not specifying which one he is. And what do you mean, different symbols?]] Prowl 7:43 pm ...*her helm whips in Soundwave's direction, mouth opening slightly before she collects herself* Good evening, Soundwave. Prowl 7:44 pm *fails to notice Smokescreen waving, he might want to say something if he wants Prowl's attention* ItsyBitsySpyers 7:44 pm *So very pleased with that.*

*Zori trundles into the room by way of the ceiling as comes out of the stairwell. He beeps noisily at Ratchet and waves a claw upside-down.* #hiiiiiiiiii Smokescreen 7:45 pm @Soundwave: ::That could work- but he'll find out when he sees you, won't he? And- different symbols of the different Primes, the allspark, and another symbol I don't recognize. So we know, from all the coordinates, which one should be the allspark- but the other ones should also be interesting!:: Ratchet 7:45 pm *platter arms indeed. but nevermind that, here's Zori!* Bug! You wanna sit with me tonight? Jetstream 7:45 pm ((Alright here we go, i think)) *Walks in and looks around* Omicron 7:46 pm ((I have a friend that wants to join as a TFP Knockout, would that be okay?)) ItsyBitsySpyers 7:46 pm @SS: [[There's little he'll be able to do at that point. And Megatron knows where his priorities rest. Megatron would be a fool to turn away his help.]] Pause. [[You mean to say you might have found other relics...?]] ((long as the rules get observed, sure thing)) #yes! #um #...hold on #I do not want to jump Smokescreen 7:47 pm @Soundwave: ::Oh no- we've known that there would be other relics. We have 15 different coordinates- but now we have a better idea of what they are! I've been looking through the co- through soome historical research files to see if I can make a guess what they are, but no luck yet.:: Tarantulas 7:48 pm (( I WAS GONNA ASK IF U HAD THIS ONE QUEUED ItsyBitsySpyers 7:48 pm *Zori wiggles a little, concentrates, and.... BWOOSH. Big fragging Bug on the ceiling. NOW he drops to the floor with a huge thump, and once he's settled, shrinks again.* *Up the couch he'll crawl.* Omicron 7:48 pm O_o Prowl 7:48 pm *makes way over to the table nearest the door to sit down* Jetstream 7:49 pm *Happens to have sat there already. more than welcome though* ItsyBitsySpyers 7:49 pm @SS: [[Is there anything he can do to assist you with identifying them?]] Specs 7:49 pm *the dragon considers joining Zori's couch, but Ratchet doesn't really know her. oh well! an unoccupied couch it is. maybe next time.* ItsyBitsySpyers 7:50 pm ((there's only a few songs left, so y'all get your snacks and drinks and stuff)) Omicron 7:50 pm *there's always the big predacon you can sit on lol* ItsyBitsySpyers 7:50 pm *Zori taps Ratchet's leg. Can he perch on the knee?* Ratchet 7:50 pm *....* That was impressive. Specs 7:50 pm *the dragon pile is too powerful for this movie night* Ratchet 7:51 pm Come on up, Buggo. Omicron 7:51 pm *NEVER! dragon loafs together, even if RAcer is acting like he's got catnip* Prowl 7:51 pm *Prowl's aiming for the chair against the wall that faces out to the rest of the room, is Jetstream sitting there or did they snag another chair at the table?* Smokescreen 7:52 pm @Soundwave: ::I mean- if you know more relics that were associated with different Primes, that could help. I don't think it's any of the relics that ended up on Earth, and I'm pretty sure the covenant is not one of the relics. Alpha Trion's might be his quill? That's my best guess right now:: Magnum Ace 7:52 pm -pings Soundwave. It's movie night, right?- Jetstream 7:52 pm *just another chair in the area* ItsyBitsySpyers 7:52 pm #thank you! #...but it makes me hungry

*Up up, little circle, and settle. Except for the wiggling he does in time to the music.* Ratchet 7:52 pm *wiggles fingers along with* You get that snack I sent for you? Omicron 7:53 pm RAcer: *nomnom on his stick* ItsyBitsySpyers 7:53 pm @SS: [[He'll consult his files. We attempted to find - and indeed, located some of - several uncommon relics on the way to Earth. They may match.]] Prowl 7:53 pm *oh good, Prowl doesn't have to ask Jetstream to move, she'll slide into her usual chair contently and ping Soundwave for the movie title* Jetstream 7:53 pm *Jetstream gives a small nod to this Prowl that he hasn't met yet.* ItsyBitsySpyers 7:54 pm *Yes, it's movie night; Ace gets his bridge.* Swoop 7:54 pm *slides in, looking around for Soundwave* Prowl 7:54 pm *Prowl didn't see the nod, so she might come off as rude here, whoops* ItsyBitsySpyers 7:54 pm *Soundwave politely sends his Prowl the title... AND a place to get quality audio descriptions. Someone's pleased.* Specs 7:55 pm *oh no. that's a Swoop on a mission. nevermind, Icy, she's taking you up on that dragon pile. one fox-sized dragon, coming in to LOAF* Smokescreen 7:55 pm @Soundwave: ::That might help! Some of the coordinates are right on Cybertron- I'm kinda curious about those ones. They're probably really well hidden in one way or another.:: Swoop 7:55 pm *makes a bee line for Soundwave* Hey! Jetstream 7:55 pm *Jetstream's head starts to bob to the song already* Smokescreen 7:55 pm Stars Cream Swoop 7:55 pm Soundwave Soundwave Magnum Ace 7:55 pm -pings back a thanks, and then trots through- Rosanna 7:55 pm *slips in. hello* ItsyBitsySpyers 7:56 pm ((plz don't spam the chat with repetitive things rn i can barely keep up as is)) Omicron 7:56 pm *Icy shifts her wings, used to making a place for her hatchlings to ride, thus she's easier to climb right now* ....pfffft xD Swoop 7:56 pm ((kk)) Prowl 7:56 pm *a ping of gratitude to Soundwave* Bull 7:56 pm *Bull follows Magnum in* Specs 7:56 pm ((I would love to be the person who makes and rigs these models for MMD)) ItsyBitsySpyers 7:56 pm #the big one? #from Bevel's? #yes! #it was good #I still have some #do you want it?

*Soundwave looks at Swoop and - hold on a minute. What is he doing here. What does he want.* [[What.]] Swoop 7:57 pm You Soundwave good at call people. You call Bob! Him Sunstreaker looking. You tell Bob to go check in and then Him can movie! VProwl 7:57 pm *appears* Jetstream 7:57 pm ((just appears? what like he teleports like Skywarp?)) Ratchet 7:57 pm Heh, no. Just checkin' no one grabbed it before you. ItsyBitsySpyers 7:57 pm [[...He thought Bob's comm was off.]] Omicron 7:57 pm RAcer: ...! PBBBT! 'Owl! Magnum Ace 7:57 pm -and he's going to snort at what's on screen once he and Bull are seated on the table- VProwl 7:57 pm ((no he materializes out of thin air like a hologram turning on)) Jetstream 7:58 pm ((Same concept)) VProwl 7:58 pm ((because he is a hologram, which has just turned on)) Swoop 7:58 pm Dunno. Him Sunstreaker say Bob have to check in and Him not checking in. Ratchet 7:58 pm Hey, Prowl! VProwl 7:58 pm Hello. *goes to sit with Ratchet.* Ratchet 7:58 pm *has a Bug with* ItsyBitsySpyers 7:58 pm *Soundwave pings Prowl hello and immediately snaps his attention to Racer afterward. Was that - did Racer call Prowl by name? How /precious./* Bull 7:59 pm *The footage on the screen is reminding Bull Armor of something which makes him chuckle* ItsyBitsySpyers 7:59 pm #oh #no no #Laserbeak tried #I pinched her wing #... #it was mean #but it was my candy VProwl 7:59 pm *turns to Racer. He caught it this time.* Hello, Racer. Omicron 8:00 pm RAcer: *bouncing on Icy's back, excitedly waving his first soft metal stick around, look what he has! He's getting bigger! * Smokescreen 8:00 pm /Smokescreen's finally moving enough on the couch to make a little more room. He zoned out for one second and suddenly everyone's here!/ Ratchet 8:00 pm I thought she might. But you're right, it was your candy. You can pinch people who try to take your things. Specs 8:00 pm *that's ADORABLE, but also requires ducking. mind her head, Racer!* Jetstream 8:00 pm ^WHAT. IS THAT.^ ItsyBitsySpyers 8:01 pm [[...His comm still registers as unavailable.]] Swoop 8:02 pm Unavailable? 😕 Him Bob should available for movie Omicron 8:02 pm oy *turns her head around and nudges Racer to scoot him a bit away from Specx* ItsyBitsySpyers 8:02 pm *Zori shifts uncertainly, but nods. Ratchet is a good mech, and a doctor. He will trust that Ratchet would not tell him to pinch people if it was bad. Back to wiggledance.* Magnum Ace 8:02 pm -nudges Bull. He thinks he has an idea of what- ItsyBitsySpyers 8:02 pm *That's a thing now, by the way. He has a somewhat mobile head.* Specs 8:02 pm Thank you, Ice Queen. *hatchlings are adorable, and everything is worthy of their enthusiasm! but she has a fragile organic skull.* Rosanna 8:02 pm *finds a spot to sit--somewhere. There are many here tonight* Smokescreen 8:03 pm /Smokescreen's offering a seat on the couch to Rosanna!/ Ratchet 8:03 pm *look at him go. he wiggle.* ItsyBitsySpyers 8:03 pm *Good thing Rumble's not here. Soundwave will just... tell him to skip the night.* Bull 8:03 pm *looks to Magnum* Remind you of anything we had to do? Magnum Ace 8:03 pm Hush you Rosanna 8:03 pm *Offer accepted!* Jetstream 8:03 pm ^Oh hey, it's that Tom, guy.^ Omicron 8:03 pm If you want you can sit up on my head or neck, the spines are good to hang onto. Racer has been...really active all day Magnum Ace 8:03 pm -still gets a snort of laughter from him anyway- ItsyBitsySpyers 8:03 pm ((LAST MUSIC APPROACHES)) Ratchet 8:04 pm *Ratchet has a Bug and a Prowl, this is good. this is exactly the company he was hoping for tonight.* VProwl 8:04 pm *oh, hey—Zori is here. Prowl didn't notice him immediately, he's too small. hi, Zori.* Specs 8:04 pm He's still a hatchling, isn't he? It's the time to be full of energy. *but she's taking that offer. neck loaf, away!* He's quite endearing. ItsyBitsySpyers 8:04 pm ((*sinks into this and hums happily*)) Rosanna 8:04 pm @ smokescreen - Hello! ItsyBitsySpyers 8:04 pm *Zori waves a tiny hello to Prowl.* Smokescreen 8:05 pm /Smokescreen's waving at Rosanna/ Hey! Don't think I've seen you here before- what's your name? ItsyBitsySpyers 8:05 pm ((ALSO. y'all. he composed this when he was like 19 or 20 and it took until a few years ago for him to let anyone see and play it because he thought nobody would like it. if there are things you want to do in life, don't wait that long.)) ((musical sap psa.)) Smokescreen 8:06 pm Man- those giant dresses look SO COOL Swoop 8:06 pm ((that's so sad and kind of sweet)) Magnum Ace 8:06 pm ((it's freaking amazing, thank you)) Rosanna 8:06 pm *throws up an energetic peace sign at him* Rosanna! And you're... Smokescreen, ne? Jetstream 8:06 pm *looks at the Prowl near him* ^Hi.^ Swoop 8:06 pm *wanders over to the goodies, grabbing what he assumes to be a Bob sized portion* Rosanna 8:06 pm *hopes she got that name right* Smokescreen 8:06 pm Rosanna? That name sounds kinda familia- yeah! That's me! /Smokescreen's throwing back TWO peace signs this time!/ VProwl 8:06 pm *waves a not-so-tiny hello back* Swoop 8:07 pm *looks around for where to sit* R. 8:07 pm *Incoming Bruin. Spotter is here too, and Specter is curled around his neck. They'll just try to find somewhere unobtrusive to sit* Prowl 8:07 pm *turns her helm toward Jetstream and nods politely* Hello. Rosanna 8:07 pm I appear sometimes *Big ol' smiiiile* Mostly when Rumble's not here Omicron 8:07 pm Racer is, and likely dew to grow again here soon. He's the oldest of the clutch, and on the ship right now *lifts her spines a little, to let little dragon get under and lets them settle, giving a shelter from active hatchling* Smokescreen 8:07 pm Rumble? Haha- you don't get along with him? Me and Frenzy are like... BEST friends. He's better known as Friendzy. ItsyBitsySpyers 8:08 pm \\LIKE FRAG\\ *From upstairs.* Jetstream 8:08 pm ^Haven't seen you at one of these before. but then i'm not here as often as i'd like. Name's Jetstream. You?^ Tarantulas 8:08 pm *tarantulas is arriving before the movie starts, wow!! annnnnnd wow there's really a crowd tonight, time to walk right back out the door so he can hide and gather the proper stamina and courage for this* ItsyBitsySpyers 8:08 pm *Someone's on camera duty tonight.* Swoop 8:08 pm Spiderbot! Rosanna 8:08 pm Mmm... it's complicated. But, hey-- *honestly giggles* It's fine now Omicron 8:08 pm *Ice Queen starts humming to the music, she likes it* Swoop 8:08 pm *sets the bowl back down and sprints for the door* Rosanna 8:08 pm *probably lying* *trying to be cute* Prowl 8:08 pm Prowl. I only started coming to these recently. Smokescreen 8:09 pm Haha- that's fair! Slag happens- there's lots of bots I've ruined the chance to be friends with, and it hurts, but- it's sometimes just not worth it. Rosanna 8:09 pm Will you be my friend? Jetstream 8:09 pm ^Another Prowl, huh? I'm never gonna get the hang of this multiverse thing... eh.^ Specs 8:09 pm The others are still too little to be out and about, then? Or, well, I suppose that's really none of my business. My apologies! Racer is certainly looking fine. You must be very proud. *the dragon adores this music, too- her eyes are half-closed in a rather feline show of appreciation* Smokescreen 8:09 pm Hey, sure! Sounds good to me! /Thumbs up at Rosanna!/ Tarantulas 8:09 pm *internal groan. ah, swoop. gotta come back in now* Yeeesss? Ratchet 8:10 pm *settles in quite comfortably to lean on Prowl. he is here for a nap tonight because he cannot get any peace on the Ark* Swoop 8:10 pm *bounces right up into Tara's person space* YOU call Bob! ItsyBitsySpyers 8:10 pm ((all right, warnings for tonight: ... THERE ARE NONE BECAUSE I HAVEN'T GOTTEN TO SEE THIS. if you haven't either, you're in the same boat as me.)) Rosanna 8:10 pm *quiet yay! since the movie is about to start* ItsyBitsySpyers 8:10 pm ((so if there's anything unpleasant or something, i apologize ahead of time)) Specs 8:11 pm ((uh, alcoholism is the big one I can think of off the top of my head. also being Hulked. and eye trauma.)) Smokescreen 8:11 pm ... /Smokescreen's making a point of looking towards the screen when/if he can hear Tarantulas./ ItsyBitsySpyers 8:11 pm ((thank ye)) Jetstream 8:11 pm ((Can vouch. it's not all that bad.)) ((Seenit before.)) Dragon 8:11 pm *looks around as wanders in* Awesome, just in time! ... Hi people I don't know? Omicron 8:11 pm *to the dragon on her neck* One or two are getting big enough, but their not as out going to those outside of the crew. There's a little wyvern, but she's very...umm...bitey ItsyBitsySpyers 8:11 pm ((and NO SPOILERS i swear to god I will boot people)) Prowl 8:11 pm I'm sure it will come with time. VProwl 8:11 pm ((there's a flashy scene. there might be more than one but i can only remember one)) ItsyBitsySpyers 8:11 pm ((i managed to keep myself mostly unspoiled and i'd like to stay that way)) Jetstream 8:12 pm ((THE VILLAIN IS-)) Specs 8:12 pm ((oh YEAH, there's two)) Tarantulas 8:12 pm Call Bob? What - why? Smokescreen 8:12 pm ((I'M THE VILLAIN Swoop 8:12 pm Him not here! ItsyBitsySpyers 8:12 pm *Also, Soundwave has nods for everyone who's come in since the last time I remembered to have him greet people. Bruin, Bull, and so on.* Smokescreen 8:12 pm Skeleton friend! ItsyBitsySpyers 8:12 pm [[A jaw-dropping introduction.]] Jetstream 8:12 pm ^well. that's... quaint^ Magnum Ace 8:13 pm ......... Specs 8:13 pm *the dragon chuffs in amusement* So was I, as a hatchling. Sometimes that's how the world is best explored. With teeth. Smokescreen 8:13 pm .... that guy sure is.... Omicron 8:13 pm *Ice Queen chirps a confused greating to Athena, remebers her from port* Smokescreen 8:13 pm he sure has horns! ItsyBitsySpyers 8:13 pm [[Mind yourself, Smokescreen.]] Smokescreen 8:13 pm Sounds come on it was too obvious Jetstream 8:13 pm ^what th- Baaahahaha!^ VProwl 8:13 pm *that human sounds familiar. has prowl seen this human before? he feels like he has. where has he seen him.* Dragon 8:13 pm *Athena blinks when she hears a chirp and looks over* Whoa hey, didn't expect to see you over here. Funny how the verse works, yeah? Magnum Ace 8:14 pm .........-snorts- Smokescreen 8:14 pm ... I like this thor more than the one in like the avengers movie Omicron 8:14 pm *to little dragon* this one has teeth that harded fist, she's left marks on my tail Jetstream 8:14 pm ^umm... yknow what ima let that stay^ Smokescreen 8:14 pm ..... this thor is just me giant eyebrows Swoop 8:15 pm *woudl love this fire themed badguy but he needs Tara to call Bob so they can mooooooovie* Magnum Ace 8:15 pm He's...big Specs 8:15 pm *another chuff* Teeth do that. Dragon 8:15 pm *hears the comment about a tiara and grins* Oh I like the blondie. He's got fire. Jetstream 8:15 pm ^This freaking movie...^ Tarantulas 8:15 pm *puts a distracted hand on swoophead and tries to comm bob to no avail* Swoop 8:16 pm *bounces to the music even if he isn't watching* ItsyBitsySpyers 8:16 pm *Soundwave pings Tarantulas. Greetings, spide.* Swoop 8:16 pm *this is def Dinobot music* Smokescreen 8:16 pm /He's practically bouncing watching this fight scene!/ Tarantulas 8:16 pm .....He's - not responding. Or more accurately, there's just - nothing. Specs 8:16 pm *okay, maybe the dragon is wiggling to the music. maybe a little. maybe a lottle.* ItsyBitsySpyers 8:16 pm #...that is a strong hammer #😮 VProwl 8:16 pm ... Oh. This guy. I remember him. From his other documentary. Prowl 8:16 pm Impressive weapon. Swoop 8:16 pm Comm broke 😛 Jetstream 8:17 pm ^That's ok. what's physics in movies anyways.^ Smokescreen 8:17 pm maaaaan I want thunder powers Omicron 8:17 pm *Icy might be tapping tail against her leg to music too* Magnum Ace 8:17 pm .... Tarantulas 8:17 pm I do hope that's what it is. *worries it's not* Magnum Ace 8:17 pm He's not doing his job, is he? Dragon 8:17 pm *laughing* I gotta get myself a hammer one of these days. Jetstream 8:17 pm ^who the heck is this?^ ItsyBitsySpyers 8:18 pm [[...Where is the bridgekeeper from before.]] Jetstream 8:18 pm ^SON OF A^ ItsyBitsySpyers 8:18 pm [[This one is an oaf.]] Omicron 8:18 pm .....? VProwl 8:18 pm ((tecks-awss)) Swoop 8:18 pm *huffs* Him Bob have to check in with Sunstreaker before movie. Him not check in yet. Sunstreaker say so. Rosanna 8:18 pm *there's the dragon she thought she saw!* Smokescreen 8:18 pm Ohhh- is that how you pronounce Texas? Omicron 8:18 pm Why is a human hording? Dragon 8:18 pm Humans are weird, Icy. *shrugs* Jetstream 8:18 pm ^No, uh... Smokescreen... right?^ Magnum Ace 8:18 pm Oh Rosanna 8:18 pm *wants it back on screen--thank you* Specs 8:18 pm Sometimes they have good ideas. *okay, the dragon does not have a problem. she has a solution, and that solution is cooking.* Omicron 8:18 pm true... you going to come over and sit down? ItsyBitsySpyers 8:18 pm *Huffs at the hammer trick.* Smokescreen 8:19 pm That's me! And it's called Texaws! ItsyBitsySpyers 8:19 pm ((A SHAKE-WEIGHT i'm crying)) Jetstream 8:19 pm ^WHAT WAS HE JUST USING^ Swoop 8:19 pm ((fuck off with the shake weight XD)) Magnum Ace 8:19 pm ..... Dragon 8:19 pm Eh? Oh, right. *Athena walks over to Icy and settles nearby* No sense in me standing in the doorway. Omicron 8:19 pm Scourge? that oaf takes a name after one of my mates? *snorts steam* Rosanna 8:19 pm ((that dragon. did it have like fire jets for wings)) Magnum Ace 8:19 pm that was only the opening? Bull 8:19 pm I hope that it didn't go through with him Specs 8:19 pm ...Fire wings? *her eyes have been opened* Bull 8:20 pm ... Jetstream 8:20 pm ^part of it did^ Rosanna 8:20 pm D : Magnum Ace 8:20 pm ........... ItsyBitsySpyers 8:20 pm [[That will make a fine trophy. When it stops sliding.]] Smokescreen 8:20 pm Poor dragon Omicron 8:20 pm ....the frag Magnum Ace 8:20 pm P-part of it did? Dragon 8:20 pm *Athena bursts out laughing* Ooooh that's one way to make an entrance. Specs 8:20 pm *the dragon whimpers a little* Poor cousin. Cousin-ish. Cousin three times removed? Tarantulas 8:21 pm *pats swoop on the head again* I'm sure he's alright. Jetstream 8:21 pm ^i'm with the blondie. what the heel is that^ Omicron 8:21 pm *shifts her neck as she nods* poor thing Smokescreen 8:21 pm .... PPpppp VProwl 8:21 pm *... isn't that the brother that backstabbed the... main character, here? why did he get a statue? he missed something.* Jetstream 8:22 pm ^Wait but that Odin guy IS in asgard...^ Omicron 8:22 pm Racer: *well timed* pffft Swoop 8:22 pm *tilts his head to lean into the pats* Him missing movie Specs 8:22 pm *look, sometimes you stab someone and then get a statue. it happens.* ItsyBitsySpyers 8:22 pm [[...He doesn't remember it happening this way.]] Smokescreen 8:22 pm I wanna see a play about me Tarantulas 8:22 pm And so are you and I, Swoop. Specs 8:22 pm ((the error message concerns me)) VProwl 8:23 pm ((same)) Rosanna 8:23 pm ((same Jetstream 8:23 pm ((yup)) Omicron 8:23 pm ((umm)) ItsyBitsySpyers 8:23 pm ((it's bob-mun don't worry)) Tarantulas 8:23 pm (( i'm EXCITE Specs 8:23 pm ((I know but... fear. something is Happen.)) wily 8:23 pm ((= =ob Swoop 8:23 pm Yeaaaaahhhh Us go movie now : > Jetstream 8:24 pm ^That's... is that not?^ ^Oooooohhh^ Specs 8:24 pm *cackles* Omicron 8:24 pm *laughs* Dragon 8:25 pm *grins* Somebody got busted. Omicron 8:25 pm .... O_o *predacon laugh mad it poof?* Smokescreen 8:25 pm PFFFF Omicron 8:25 pm (op, its back) Jetstream 8:25 pm ^...^ ^burn^ Swoop 8:26 pm *scampers back inside* Jetstream 8:26 pm ^OH! OH^ ^I KNOW THAT ONE^ Magnum Ace 8:26 pm !!! Swoop 8:26 pm ((swoop every movie night)) Smokescreen 8:26 pm .... man is it really that normal for gods to date mortals Specs 8:26 pm *chuffs more. this is hilarious* Omicron 8:26 pm humans have ground bridges? ItsyBitsySpyers 8:26 pm [[Not... usually.]] Dragon 8:26 pm *shrugs at Icy* Never question humans and their weirdness, I've learned. They're just... different. Jetstream 8:26 pm ^This is a rather...^ Smokescreen 8:27 pm ... is that wizardman Magnum Ace 8:27 pm Um...? Smokescreen 8:27 pm the wizard Jetstream 8:27 pm ^STRANGE encounter, amirite?^ Rosanna 8:27 pm *helm tilt* ItsyBitsySpyers 8:27 pm [[Who is that?]] Jetstream 8:27 pm ^ugh i should leave the puns to Whirlwind^ Bull 8:27 pm *is confused* Jetstream 8:27 pm ^You don't know?^ Smokescreen 8:27 pm thor comes in and breaks everything Omicron 8:27 pm I sense a possible show off ItsyBitsySpyers 8:27 pm [["Possible" nothing.]] Magnum Ace 8:27 pm Thor isn't...good with delicate objects Specs 8:27 pm Humans do enjoy their wing measuring contests. Omicron 8:28 pm ...XD Smokescreen 8:28 pm I don't like that wizard Magnum Ace 8:28 pm How? Omicron 8:28 pm ....can he do that with energon? *intrested* Dragon 8:28 pm Anyone who can fill a mug that fast is good in my books. *grins* Bet he's a favorite at parties. Bull 8:28 pm I think asking that question will just lead to more... Smokescreen 8:28 pm fdshjndasvbnMDSAVFB Jetstream 8:28 pm ^Primus. This movie^ Magnum Ace 8:28 pm ... Jetstream 8:28 pm ^Norway.^ ^Not. surprised. at all^ Magnum Ace 8:29 pm What the... Jetstream 8:29 pm ^Wait...Where's the witch^ ItsyBitsySpyers 8:29 pm *Mental mutter.* [[It is like dealing with greyfaces.]] Smokescreen 8:29 pm i like to imagine wizardguy isn't doing anything and thor just likes tumbling around Dragon 8:29 pm *blinks at the noise* ... Primus, sounds like one of my friends when the ninjas are chasing him. *laughs* Magnum Ace 8:29 pm Revenge, I think Jetstream 8:29 pm ^there he is^ Specs 8:29 pm *she's going to bust a lung laughing* Omicron 8:30 pm and this is why there's no teleporters currently in my crew Jetstream 8:30 pm ^HAHAHAH!^ Specs 8:30 pm Is this an unethical use of groundbridge technology, and if so, should I care? Magnum Ace 8:30 pm One way to deal with him Prowl 8:30 pm Certainly would be useful if our bridges could do that. Jetstream 8:30 pm ^Actually Soundwave can kinda do that^ ItsyBitsySpyers 8:31 pm [[He does not know, but he'd like to learn how to do it.]] Jetstream 8:31 pm ((Didn't Soundwave do just that to Arcee and almost do it to Miko?)) Smokescreen 8:31 pm ... he ItsyBitsySpyers 8:31 pm ((he can't do all the spot warping and whatnot)) Smokescreen 8:31 pm he better not die i'll Jetstream 8:31 pm ((fair enough)) Smokescreen 8:31 pm NO Dragon 8:32 pm Easy Smokescreen. Don't get revved just yet. There's bound to be some sort of twist he-ooooh that sounds bad. Omicron 8:32 pm ((wait)) Jetstream 8:32 pm ^not liking this^ Smokescreen 8:32 pm no no no no no Jetstream 8:32 pm ^He better freaking not^ Magnum Ace 8:32 pm ..... ItsyBitsySpyers 8:32 pm [[And he didn't think to tell anyone?]] Jetstream 8:32 pm ^ODIN DON'T YOU DARE^ Swoop 8:32 pm *settles down on the floor in front of the screen with the bowl for bob next to him* Magnum Ace 8:32 pm Oh no.... Omicron 8:32 pm ((hela? isn't she supposed to be Loki's first born child?)) Jetstream 8:32 pm ^Odin!^ Specs 8:32 pm ((she is, yes)) Swoop 8:32 pm *chances are it will become a bowl for bird but, hey, works out either way* Smokescreen 8:32 pm no no no no no n n Bull 8:32 pm I don't like where this is going Jetstream 8:32 pm ^Don't you even dare!^ Specs 8:32 pm ((but marvel gives No Shits about mythos)) Rosanna 8:32 pm ((#closenough)) Smokescreen 8:33 pm NO Jetstream 8:33 pm ^NO!!!^ Specs 8:33 pm That's a fancy way to die. Magnum Ace 8:33 pm ........ Jetstream 8:33 pm ^SON OF A-^ Dragon 8:33 pm *stares* ... that... at least he went out in style? Magnum Ace 8:33 pm He's gone... Jetstream 8:33 pm *stops himself from throwing something.* Omicron 8:33 pm (I remember them saying that in the cartoons and in the comics though) Smokescreen 8:34 pm come on you can't blame your goth brother for everything Magnum Ace 8:34 pm Um....? Jetstream 8:34 pm ^holy heck she's more goth than Loki^ Specs 8:34 pm *looks at Soundwave* You make entrances like that. Or at least your alternates do. ItsyBitsySpyers 8:34 pm [[He still does when it suits him.]] Bull 8:35 pm .... why is she reminding me of the Owner of the Blue Angels? Jetstream 8:35 pm ^where did that sword come from^ Dragon 8:35 pm Ooooh she's a nasty piece of work, this one... Swoop 8:35 pm KAH! ItsyBitsySpyers 8:35 pm [[And that cannot be good.]] Swoop 8:35 pm Good catch Magnum Ace 8:35 pm Because violent as....oh dear Jetstream 8:35 pm ^that was cool^ ^osht^ Specs 8:35 pm *gapes a grin and returns to looking at the movie. Soundwave is So Cool.* Jetstream 8:35 pm ^WHAT?!^ Rosanna 8:35 pm ! Magnum Ace 8:35 pm She...broke it Bull 8:35 pm I don't think that was suppose to break... ItsyBitsySpyers 8:35 pm *Now THAT is a crown.* Dragon 8:36 pm ... Kind of glad ground bridges don't do that. Specs 8:36 pm That would hurt. Right up until you died, anyways. Magnum Ace 8:36 pm Oh that's not...that's not good Swoop 8:36 pm Where him fall? Smokescreen 8:36 pm I wanna be flung into space ItsyBitsySpyers 8:36 pm [[It is perfectly possible to fall out of a ground bridge, if it destabilizes.]] [[You do not want that to happen.]] Omicron 8:37 pm well... Dragon 8:37 pm *stares* ... ow...? Smokescreen 8:37 pm what did I just say sounds Jetstream 8:37 pm ^Smokescreen, unless i'm mistaken, you WERE flung into space^ Swoop 8:37 pm Dead Magnum Ace 8:37 pm She just...killed them Smokescreen 8:37 pm Not while I was awake though! Tarantulas 8:37 pm *alright, it's taken tarantulas this long to steel his nerves and he still hasn't come back in yet, iiiit's not happening. time for the spide to go home* Jetstream 8:37 pm *spots Tarantulus* Tarantulas 8:37 pm (( mun is staying ooc *thumbs up* Omicron 8:37 pm *grumbles something under her breath about falling through bridges, sour look* Jetstream 8:37 pm ^Oy. You're that Spider scientist, yeah?^ Specs 8:37 pm To be fair, she doesn't seem like the sort to negotiate, nor does she seem to need to. Jetstream 8:38 pm ((killjoy)) ^nvm then^ Specs 8:38 pm There's something to be said for that. Maybe nothing good, but something. Dragon 8:38 pm I... will have to see if Frost ever fell out of one. He's got the luck for it... I know he's made landings like that before. Tarantulas 8:38 pm (( they can intro sometime! just having ooc difficulties atm Jetstream 8:38 pm ((:P)) Specs 8:38 pm ((I would send you a message of Goblin Support but the princess is eating my toes instead)) Rosanna 8:39 pm ((this reminds me of Junkion Omicron 8:39 pm ((I might be delayed, having some connection issues)) Smokescreen 8:39 pm ((aaaaa hope everything's okay on your end mau! tasty thor Jetstream 8:39 pm ((Middle one's Wreck-gar)) Smokescreen 8:39 pm I wanna be caught in a net Specs 8:40 pm *the dragon looks awed* I want to be that cool. Dragon 8:40 pm *looks at Smokescreen with mild wonderment* You're a special kind of adventurous aren't you kiddo? ItsyBitsySpyers 8:40 pm [[You do not. It is awkward and unpleasant. The pieces get caught in all your edges.]] Jetstream 8:40 pm ^She's wasted^ Specs 8:40 pm ...Oh... Jetstream 8:40 pm ^yup^ Swoop 8:40 pm Kah haha! Her fall! Smokescreen 8:40 pm I'd like to try everything at least once! And I do Sounds- I wouldn't say that if I didn't wanna try it! Omicron 8:40 pm that's a bad example of pirate life little dragon Jetstream 8:41 pm ^OOhhh hohoho Smokescreen 8:41 pm I WANT THAT FRAG YES Jetstream 8:41 pm ^Ruthless^ Dragon 8:41 pm Well... your fall then. *blinks at the gun controls shown* ... I think we ALL want that. Omicron 8:41 pm .....okay I like that *perks up* Specs 8:41 pm She looks like she's having fun! ItsyBitsySpyers 8:41 pm *....Makes a note of that for Dancitron's defense systems, maybe.* Jetstream 8:41 pm ^I amDEFINITELY getting one of those for my ship... when i hae a ship^ Omicron 8:41 pm ....! Swoop 8:41 pm Her like Bird kehhehhe ZAP Smokescreen 8:41 pm ... I DON'T want that part to happen! Dragon 8:41 pm That was brutal. *blinks* Omicron 8:41 pm *hisses at the screen, spines lifting* Dragon 8:42 pm *looks at Icy* Whoa, easy there. I've got a feeling this won't be a permanent problem. Omicron 8:42 pm I recognize control chips *glaring at the woman on screen* Specs 8:42 pm *the dragon, at least, sees nothing wrong with putting someone down and keeping them there. but she suspects there's more to this than that, and she's on the back of someone who's- ooooooh* Jetstream 8:43 pm ^That's more of a shock chip^ Omicron 8:43 pm *specs is safe, might be lifted up if on a spine* Swoop 8:43 pm kehee Jetstream 8:43 pm ^pft^ Swoop 8:44 pm This going to good fight Dragon 8:44 pm Oh this will not end well... Smokescreen 8:44 pm Actually Sounds, can you shock me again sometime? ItsyBitsySpyers 8:44 pm [[He will consider it.]] Magnum Ace 8:44 pm ........ Specs 8:44 pm As they say in those memes- Hela is Soundwave, and the legions of warriors are firewalls. Smokescreen 8:44 pm Thanks! I've been having trouble recharging again. ItsyBitsySpyers 8:44 pm [[And it seems like a poor idea to get into a physical fight with the god in control of death itself.]] Swoop 8:44 pm *bounces in place* Jetstream 8:44 pm ^Sounds accurate^ Swoop 8:44 pm Dead Magnum Ace 8:45 pm I... Jetstream 8:45 pm ^Killcount, anyone?^ Omicron 8:45 pm did she say she was a god of death Specs 8:45 pm *gapes another grin at Soundwave* What if you bridged them into the sun? Dragon 8:45 pm ... That was... horrifying... Magnum Ace 8:45 pm I think I'm going to... Swoop 8:45 pm KAHAH VProwl 8:45 pm *sets his avatar to autopilot. the movie isn't doing a great deal for him, and he's not having any conversation at the moment. he'll (probably) tune back in if someone speaks to him, but otherwise his avatar's recording the surroundings for him.* Swoop 8:45 pm Him no problem DEAD Smokescreen 8:45 pm ... You okay, Magnum? Bull 8:46 pm *if Bull could pale he would* Magnum Ace 8:46 pm -NOPE- Specs 8:46 pm HE'S BACK. ItsyBitsySpyers 8:46 pm [[He would like to be certain bridging such a being into the sun would not give them greater power, first.]] VProwl 8:46 pm ((oh this is the flashy scene i remembered)) Omicron 8:46 pm (prowl can always see racer, or have him come visit with his stick of nom) VProwl 8:46 pm ((not yet but in a mo)) Jetstream 8:46 pm ^wait wait... THIS MUSIC WTF^ Magnum Ace 8:47 pm -answers by burying his face in his knees- Specs 8:47 pm *grumbles* This is propaganda. ItsyBitsySpyers 8:47 pm *Soundwave tilts his helm. Is this not the song from the candy factory movie? Did Thor go there?* Smokescreen 8:47 pm .... I'd end up in that place wouldn't I Swoop 8:47 pm ((I love how blatantly Willy Wonka this is)) ItsyBitsySpyers 8:47 pm *Bristle.* [[/Property?/]] Omicron 8:47 pm are they trying to brain wash him? VProwl 8:47 pm ((okay it's done)) Jetstream 8:47 pm ^ppfffffHAhAH^ Omicron 8:47 pm ..... *hisses again- hiss pauses* Dragon 8:47 pm This... this I do not like.... *blink* ... *snirk* Specs 8:47 pm Poorly, but it seems so. Jetstream 8:48 pm ^Brutal^ Swoop 8:48 pm Him have energon on face *draws a finger over his chin where grand master has blue* Omicron 8:48 pm what...is with these organics ItsyBitsySpyers 8:48 pm *Bristling harder.* Bull 8:49 pm *Has a feeling this is how the UN views them* ..... Dragon 8:49 pm *watching with a frown* Well... this is certainly... interesting... Omicron 8:49 pm *soundwave isn't the only one bristling at this* Magnum Ace 8:49 pm -knows this is how the UN views them- Jetstream 8:49 pm ((oh this)) ^wha-^ Smokescreen 8:50 pm ... Bull 8:50 pm !!!! Jetstream 8:50 pm ^oh primus^ Swoop 8:50 pm *squeaks and laughs* Him MELTED Specs 8:50 pm The blue stripe is like what Docents have on their muzzles. Is he a planetary Docent? Is that his claim? Dragon 8:50 pm *O_O* that... oh that was just... *shudders* Bull 8:50 pm *hopes Magnum was not looking up* Magnum Ace 8:50 pm -didn't need to look up, he heard it- Swoop 8:51 pm ((that sudden smile drop lol)) Smokescreen 8:51 pm loki just lives to party Magnum Ace 8:51 pm -curls into a tighter ball- Jetstream 8:51 pm ^what does that mean^ ^oh wait... nevermind^ Smokescreen 8:51 pm th Omicron 8:51 pm *Icy shifts and sits up, protective of Racer and now specs on her- Racer though seems interested in the music off and on as he chews* ItsyBitsySpyers 8:52 pm [[He is a vile fleshling who attempts to take ownership of souls as though they were - as though they were pretty baubles to be displayed before others.]] Bull 8:52 pm *places a hand on Magnum's shoulder and is try not to react the same way* ItsyBitsySpyers 8:52 pm [[He deserves no claim to anything.]] [[Except, perhaps, to a front row seat with Hela.]] Smokescreen 8:52 pm that guy ROCKS Swoop 8:52 pm *giggles, this humor is on his level* Omicron 8:53 pm Or frount row view of Dreaded Wings' main cannon Specs 8:53 pm Noted. *he's like the Eaten, then.* Do you think Hela eats him by the end of the documentary? Jetstream 8:53 pm ^hang on i need to make a call^ *comlink on* ^Dude. you know that movie you saw? it's playing at Soundwave's.^ ItsyBitsySpyers 8:53 pm [[He hopes this "Grandmaster" is eaten in the next three minutes.]] Magnum Ace 8:53 pm -will thank Bull for trying, later- Jetstream 8:53 pm *Whirlwind enters, albeit a bit hurriedly* Specs 8:54 pm *yawns, and shows all her Teeths* It would be deserved. Ratchet 8:54 pm [[ i like the rock guy he's cute ]] Specs 8:54 pm ((korg is the best)) Jetstream 8:54 pm "Why didn't you just say that was where you were going?" ^Didn't think you'd care so much.^ VProwl 8:54 pm ((the rock guy is a peach)) Omicron 8:54 pm RAcer: *meeps up at little dragon, showing off his fangs back?* ItsyBitsySpyers 8:54 pm *Briefly admires the Teeths as a distraction from his hatred of the Grandmaster.* VProwl 8:55 pm ((notice his revolution failed because he didn't make enough pamphlets)) ((rock, defeated by paper)) ItsyBitsySpyers 8:55 pm ((....i missed that)) Jetstream 8:55 pm ((son of a-)) Smokescreen 8:55 pm ... man now I'm wondering if the hall of records has anything like this Ratchet 8:55 pm [[ omg ]] Specs 8:55 pm *the dragon chirps at Racer* Yes! They're wonderful. You will shred so many things. Dragon 8:55 pm ((I never caught that before. o.o LOL) Omicron 8:55 pm (pffft that's awesome) Swoop 8:55 pm *snickers* Her funny Specs 8:55 pm ((I can't decide whether to be HORRIFIED that puff pointed that out, or unsurprised that puff noticed it first)) Smokescreen 8:55 pm energonnnn enered john Swoop 8:56 pm Oh! Her fire : > Omicron 8:56 pm Racer: ya! *lifts up his metal stick and waves it around again, he's a thrid through* VProwl 8:56 pm ((i saw it pointed out somewhere else, lol)) Swoop 8:56 pm That bad floor Jetstream 8:56 pm ^This can't be good^ "It isn't" Magnum Ace 8:56 pm ........ Smokescreen 8:56 pm ... this makes me really want to destroy slag is that bad Magnum Ace 8:56 pm -peers back up- Smokescreen 8:56 pm I want to wreck a floor and jump through to the first level Dragon 8:56 pm I'm kinda with dino-bird on this one; that is not a safe floor... and an even worse basement by the look of it. *shudder* Specs 8:56 pm Who puts a floor over a giant crypt? Swoop 8:56 pm Destroy Slag????? :V Smokescreen 8:56 pm me Omicron 8:56 pm a tomb? Smokescreen 8:56 pm I do that ItsyBitsySpyers 8:56 pm *Note to self: Smokescreen is impressionable as Pit.* Smokescreen 8:56 pm Destroy stuff! Swoop 8:56 pm *looks at Smokescreen with confusion* Slag stuff? Omicron 8:57 pm .....didn't a whole organic city do that on earth? Smokescreen 8:57 pm /He didn't Sounds already know this/ Bull 8:57 pm .... *whines lowly* Jetstream 8:57 pm ^What?!^ "yup" Smokescreen 8:57 pm Slag stuff! Dragon 8:57 pm *jolts back, utterly horrified* ItsyBitsySpyers 8:57 pm *AND NOW THERE ARE TERRORCON GODS?* Specs 8:57 pm Did they at least drop a glacier over the pit first? Swoop 8:57 pm Kehehe You have to get past Him Slag first! Kehhehehhh ItsyBitsySpyers 8:57 pm *Is practically flattened to the couch yet puffed as far as his armor can go.* Magnum Ace 8:57 pm -horrified noises- Omicron 8:57 pm ..... well....this is bad *lifts wings and holds them loosely, if someone needs they can hide under them* Jetstream 8:57 pm ^Look at how done with Loki he is!^ Smokescreen 8:58 pm You've gotta at least try, right? Specs 8:58 pm If they break the hammer, use your claws. If they break those, use your teeth. It's simple. Omicron 8:59 pm *radiating protectiveness, Queen mode* Jetstream 8:59 pm "Blunt" Dragon 8:59 pm *shifts uncomfortably, but slowly relaxing* Thank Primus that Remix didn't bring her minis to see this; they'd be scarred for life. Smokescreen 8:59 pm i love that guy Omicron 8:59 pm ......... *snorts at that* Jetstream 8:59 pm "hahaha!" Specs 8:59 pm *HAH* The only proper reaction. Smokescreen 8:59 pm he's mcfreakin gone Magnum Ace 9:00 pm -slowly pats Bull when he's recovered enough to- Jetstream 9:00 pm ^HAHAHA^ "real mature" Smokescreen 9:00 pm CFASDGVHBJZXCHBJNMCXV Specs 9:00 pm ((fhaksjfaljsfga)) Swoop 9:00 pm !!! ItsyBitsySpyers 9:00 pm ((.............)) Jetstream 9:00 pm ^AW" Swoop 9:00 pm ??? Omicron 9:00 pm ?@?@ Smokescreen 9:00 pm that timing is Dragon 9:00 pm *stare* ... Well... Scrap. ItsyBitsySpyers 9:00 pm ((uh. hold on.)) Omicron 9:00 pm ....what Dragon 9:00 pm ((Haha no worries)) Rosanna 9:00 pm (( r i p Smokescreen 9:00 pm it's gotta be intentional right Specs 9:01 pm *distraught peep* Omicron 9:01 pm *shifts and huffs* if anyone needs they can use my wings ItsyBitsySpyers 9:01 pm ((....for fuck's sake. y'all gimme a minute okay.)) Dragon 9:01 pm *rolls her shoulders before glancing at Icy* So, those two tykes you met with my crew? They're growin' up. Driving the boss nuts. *grins* Magnum Ace 9:01 pm ((kaaay Dragon 9:01 pm ((No worries, you got time. 😃)) Smokescreen 9:02 pm ((no worries!! Jetstream 9:02 pm *Whirlwind looks over at "Other Prowl"* "Oh hey! Are you another Prowl?" Omicron 9:02 pm ((we can chat here)) Swoop 9:02 pm *reaches over and tugs on the nearest bit of Smokescreen's armor* Smokescreen 9:02 pm !! /Looking over at Swoop, and is going to try to pat his helm!/ Swoop 9:03 pm *immediately leans into getting pet* Smokescreen 9:03 pm ... /Petpetpet/ Omicron 9:03 pm *looks at Athena* they have? good. Those insecticon workers are healed now, though I lost one worker recently. Dragon 9:03 pm ((Yay! 😀)) Swoop 9:03 pm You call Bob Specs 9:03 pm ((yay!)) ItsyBitsySpyers 9:03 pm ((don't cheer yet)) Smokescreen 9:03 pm I don't have Bob's comm! Rosanna 9:03 pm (( for now I \o/ Smokescreen 9:03 pm /Pet peeeeet pettt/ Specs 9:03 pm ((YAY)) ItsyBitsySpyers 9:03 pm ((.... all right. we'll hope it sticks.)) Swoop 9:03 pm *pings the frequency over to Smokescreen* You call Him and ask if Him going to movie : < Dragon 9:04 pm *grins at Icy* Yeah, but that's probably because they've been hanging out with our jet. He's a nutcase at the best of times. *thinks a moment* Sorry to hear 'bout your worker. At least the rest are healthy though, yeah? Specs 9:04 pm Drinking things that are on fire. A wonderful tradition. Smokescreen 9:04 pm p primus I can try? Omicron 9:05 pm flames can be fun Smokescreen 9:05 pm /And he's gonna try to comm Bob!/ Jetstream 9:05 pm ^Wow he's old^ Specs 9:05 pm ((comm boob)) Omicron 9:05 pm ................. Smokescreen 9:05 pm ((sadvbncxvbmn my o key is broken Dragon 9:05 pm Primus! *stares in horror* ItsyBitsySpyers 9:05 pm *And now they modify him against his will.* Swoop 9:05 pm *stares expectantly at Smokescreen* Jetstream 9:05 pm "That's Stan Lee, Jetstream. Respect him" Smokescreen 9:05 pm ... Beep beep beep hewwo Bob are you there? Omicron 9:05 pm its a pit fight... ItsyBitsySpyers 9:06 pm *...Soundwave is going to stand up and go upstairs.* Specs 9:06 pm They could rise up and eat him. Swoop 9:06 pm *looks at Smokescreen like he's bananas* Dragon 9:06 pm *shifts a bit and scowls a bit* This looks bad... Smokescreen 9:06 pm GIVE HIM HIS HAIR BACK Rosanna 9:06 pm ((is that Kratos makeup ((or at least that's wht it reminds me of lmao Smokescreen 9:07 pm ... /Patting Swoop again and actually tries comming Swoop./ Jetstream 9:07 pm *Whirlwind shifts giddily* Dragon 9:07 pm *stares* ... Dude would be a boss to wrestle against. Specs 9:07 pm ((loki's face is PRICELESS)) Jetstream 9:07 pm ^What?^ "What do you mean what?" Swoop 9:08 pm *looks at the screen* It Hulk! Omicron 9:08 pm ..... *Ice Queen gets up for a moment but since little dragon is watching sh just turns around so her back is to the pit fight, pulling Racer down and under a wing* Smokescreen 9:08 pm ...... Yeahhhh Thor is me Swoop 9:08 pm ((oh my fucking god loki's face)) Dragon 9:08 pm *looks at Icy with concern* You gonna be alright? ((XD Loki's expressions are amazing as always.)) Specs 9:09 pm *the dragon herself readjusts herself so that she can watch without forcing Icy to go through contortions. she's going to purr, too. that's a good way to make people feel calm, right?* Swoop 9:09 pm *pats Smokescreen* Him Bob check in with Sunstreaker for movie night yet?? Omicron 9:09 pm I grew up in cresh Pits, I don't want to see this scrap ItsyBitsySpyers 9:09 pm *That is exactly why Soundwave is upstairs working on something else instead.* *He had enough of this in person.* Jetstream 9:09 pm "Did you people learn nothing from tony's example? Never mention puny Banner" Smokescreen 9:09 pm !! /Doorwings wiggle as he's pat! And he's patting Swoop back./ I don't know, Swoop. Do you want some to get some energon while we wait? Dragon 9:09 pm Ah... yeah, that's a rough scene... bet you and the big guy on my crew have something to relate to each other with that way. I'll letcha know when it's over, alright? Magnum Ace 9:09 pm -back to hiding his face now- Swoop 9:09 pm No Omicron 9:10 pm @Soundwave: can I go somewhere not to see this? Smokescreen 9:10 pm 😔 Jetstream 9:10 pm ^HAHAHA!^ ItsyBitsySpyers 9:10 pm *Soundwave sends her a small map to the canyon a little ways out of Dancitron.* Jetstream 9:10 pm ^Trapped!^ Bull 9:10 pm *Bull groans* Dragon 9:10 pm ((Freaking Loki, lol)) Smokescreen 9:11 pm Fair enough Swoop- you wanna sit and wait? Specs 9:11 pm Creche pits? Creche, as in, where hatchlings are raised? *well, that horrifies the dragon* Swoop 9:11 pm *mock siiiighs but is immediately into the movie* Them FIGHT Omicron 9:12 pm *IceQueen shakes herself carefully, gets little drago in jaws and puts on a counter on her way outside, picking up Racer and goes to get a flight* yes exactly that. I'm not going to see this. Jetstream 9:12 pm ^???^ Swoop 9:12 pm ZAP! Magnum Ace 9:12 pm -seriously not watching anymore- Dragon 9:12 pm *watches Icy head out, grimacing in concern before looking back to see when it ends so she can let Icy know* Specs 9:12 pm ... *she is on the counter now. okay. that's fair. Icy definitely needs some time.* Jetstream 9:12 pm ^Woah...^ Swoop 9:12 pm Coooooll! Magnum Ace 9:12 pm -sorry Bull- Swoop 9:13 pm Oh! Him JUMP on! Kehehheh SPLAT Dragon 9:13 pm *gets up to go track down Icy and make sure she's alright* Smokescreen 9:14 pm REVOLUTION ItsyBitsySpyers 9:14 pm *Frenzy heads over to the Boss and taps him on the leg. The Pit is done with for now.*

*Soundwave will make his way back downstairs and reseat himself.* Smokescreen 9:14 pm when I was a young boy Jetstream 9:14 pm *Whirlwind goes and sits near Smokescreen* Specs 9:14 pm *the dragon would help, but she's only got a respirator. accidentally falling, or acid rain, or being stepped on are all real and dangerous hazards. she will give Icy's friend a supportive chirp, though. go comfort the predacon!* Swoop 9:14 pm *snickers at smokescreen* Smokescreen 9:15 pm ? /Smokescreen's feeling popular today! But waves at Whirlwind./ Dragon 9:15 pm *glances at Specs and winks on her way past* Jetstream 9:15 pm *Whirlwind waves back* Specs 9:15 pm HIM. ItsyBitsySpyers 9:15 pm [[Finally.]] [[Someone not utterly disgusting.]] Swoop 9:15 pm It, uhhh, guy Pacific Rim Omicron 9:16 pm *Icy is is streaching her wings, Racer sitting at the door noming- says something that the big predacon trusts soundwave enough that her hatching will be safe for now* Jetstream 9:16 pm "He HeimDEALT with those freaks" Specs 9:16 pm Maybe he eats those who need to be eaten? Although he's got those silly human teeth... ItsyBitsySpyers 9:16 pm *The first to so much as think of injuring Racer will lose their limb.* Dragon 9:17 pm *wanders closer, but not quite in range* Hey, it's over. I don't think they'll have anything like that again. Gonna stay out here for a bit, or up for coming back in now? Swoop 9:17 pm *streeeeeeeeeetches* When them more fighting? : > And joke Prowl 9:17 pm *Prowl's tuned out a while ago, focusing most of her processing power on more important matters, but she's still monitoring her surroundings and what's happening in the documentary* Smokescreen 9:17 pm i heard thor was ripped Specs 9:17 pm *!!!* *the dragon doesn't technically SAY anything, but she lets out a series of warbles and whistles at seeing Heimdal's sanctuary* Smokescreen 9:17 pm that he had a 6 pack Swoop 9:17 pm what a 6 pack? Smokescreen 9:18 pm The chest! It's a way they show how strong they are Swoop 9:18 pm what 6 for? Omicron 9:18 pm RAcer: *wanders back in with his stick, confused as to why he's alone....this is pack?* Smokescreen 9:18 pm For each level of strength! They have a 1-pack if they can barely fight Swoop 9:18 pm How many Swoop has???? Smokescreen 9:19 pm You, Swoop? 200! Specs 9:19 pm *the dragon hops down with an energon cookie in one paw* Wanna go back to the couch with me, Racer? Swoop 9:19 pm keeheee THEN 6 not much at aaaaaaaall Smokescreen 9:19 pm ... OH like red and white hulk Omicron 9:19 pm *frustrated predacon roaring in the air away, she's getting some cursing and things out of her system* Swoop 9:20 pm Him Grimlock have baby arms KAHA! Him get zap again! Omicron 9:21 pm Racer: *gasp! energon! and a stick, follows innocently* Specs 9:21 pm *back up to the couch they go! and Racer gets the cookie. she'd say something, but Heimdall is back doing his thing and she does that string of whistles again.* Swoop 9:21 pm COOOL Dragon 9:22 pm *is staying with Icy for the present, quiet but there if she wants someone to talk to* Swoop 9:22 pm Kehehhehh Smokescreen 9:22 pm DON'T BULLY HULK noooooo Swoop 9:23 pm *gets increasingly worked up into a laughing mess, this is literally the dinocave and he loves it* Omicron 9:23 pm RAcer: *fail at climbing couch, but he wants cookie* Swoop 9:23 pm *flops over, still laughing* *if he needed to breath, this would be a problem* Specs 9:24 pm *the dragon is a softie. Racer gets cookie.* Alright, alright. Just stay nearby until your docent gets back, okay? Omicron 9:25 pm RAcer: *happy trill, no promises as he eats the energon cookie, he's on the floor that means he can wonder* Specs 9:26 pm *the dragon stress-bakes. she feels reasonably confident in the quantities of energon cookies to keep him corralled, if maybe overfed* Smokescreen 9:27 pm PFfff Swoop 9:27 pm KAHAHAHAHHAHHAHAH Omicron 9:27 pm ((pfft)) Magnum Ace 9:27 pm -snorts at the window jumping- Smokescreen 9:27 pm I wanna jump out a window.... Swoop 9:27 pm Me Swoop jump things aaaaaaaaall the time Smokescreen 9:28 pm /He's looking around for windows. Just out of curiosity!/ Swoop 9:28 pm Him Bob find WINGS! Me Swoop want to get him to flying! Omicron 9:28 pm RAcer: *is so confused, he's noming stick and cookies, but starts to sniff around* Smokescreen 9:28 pm hulks just lonely Magnum Ace 9:28 pm ((Rabbit ((stop eating my shit Specs 9:29 pm *sniffing is allowed! wandering too far away from the couch will prompt the dragon to retrieve... ANOTHER COOKIE* Smokescreen 9:29 pm banner's gonna be naked Magnum Ace 9:29 pm It's...I've done that. A few times...I mean the window jumping... Omicron 9:29 pm *Icy lands outside and sits by her friend* Dragon 9:30 pm *looks at Icy and offers an encouraging smile* Feel better? Smokescreen 9:31 pm c criminally seductive Swoop 9:31 pm That means tricky Specs 9:32 pm I almost regret suggesting eating him. He must be riddled with prions. Omicron 9:32 pm Racer: *meeps, looks around and looks for pedes he knows, the little predacon trying to move with a cookie and stick* Specs 9:32 pm ((racer pls cookies are for eat)) Omicron 9:32 pm .....sort of, but I think a roaring predacon will start to scare the locals ((racer is going to do a cute with his half eatten cookie)) Dragon 9:33 pm Ah, it might, yes. But hey, sounds like the bad stuff's over, so at least there's that. ItsyBitsySpyers 9:33 pm *...He hopes Prowl is on autopilot right now, or else this would be a bad thing.* Magnum Ace 9:33 pm -and back to hiding his face- Swoop 9:33 pm DEAD Specs 9:34 pm ((racer already is a cute)) VProwl 9:34 pm *he is* Omicron 9:34 pm ((...then he's going to kill with cute)) Specs 9:34 pm ((im ded already)) Omicron 9:35 pm Racer: *sniffing his way to a mech he knows, good thing peopel are sitting* Smokescreen 9:35 pm thor Specs 9:35 pm *the dragon just follows Racer. she may be tiny, but she's going to keep him safe! the tiniest bodyguard.* Omicron 9:36 pm are you sure? *folding wings down* Dragon 9:37 pm Yeah. From what I picked up, blondie escaped and is working his way around to an off-planet adventure. Swoop 9:39 pm Keheheheh! SMACK! Keheehee! Omicron 9:39 pm Racer:: *sits beside Soundwave's pede* Smokescreen 9:39 pm pppppffhffp Specs 9:40 pm *okay, that's probably the safest place for Racer to be.* Specs 9:41 pm *CACKLES* Smokescreen 9:41 pm cxzbnmcbnmsdfnbmcvm Swoop 9:41 pm KEHAHEHEH! Dragon 9:41 pm ((XD that story is great.)) Swoop 9:41 pm That good trick Omicron 9:41 pm Racer: *careful pat with a paw on the hosts pede, waits for attention* Smokescreen 9:41 pm EGGS Windchill 9:41 pm *Walks in at the wrong moment.* Tarantulas 9:41 pm (( *loud ooc snorting* Swoop 9:41 pm *notices Windchill and pops up* HI! Windchill 9:42 pm *Looks too tired for this already, as if he's aged 20 million years in the past week.* Hi, Swoop. Swoop 9:42 pm *scampers over into windchill's space* You call Bob! Bull 9:42 pm ... *really doesn't like that guy* Omicron 9:42 pm *icy comes in again to sit to one side* Smokescreen 9:42 pm I wish I had a family again like this... Windchill 9:43 pm I call Bob? Dragon 9:43 pm *Athena follows after her and settles nearby, as before* There we go. See? Things are better. Swoop 9:43 pm yah Smokescreen 9:44 pm maybe family that doesn't have needl- Loki no 😔 Windchill 9:44 pm *He's going to engage in this...conversation and watch the film simultaneously. He's seen this already so it's fine.* Magnum Ace 9:44 pm -okay, this is a nice lull- Windchill 9:44 pm Why call Bob? Smokescreen 9:44 pm fPFPFFFHF Specs 9:44 pm *cackles more* Jetstream 9:44 pm ^BAAAHAHAHA!^ Swoop 9:44 pm Him Bob not at movie Magnum Ace 9:44 pm -oh wow- .... Windchill 9:44 pm Why is Bob not here? Specs 9:45 pm Turnabout is fair play, I suppose. Jetstream 9:45 pm "That's a shock. when that get there?" Dragon 9:45 pm *Athena blinks* ... I... did not see that coming... *grimace* Jetstream 9:45 pm ^Whirlwind, you little.^ Magnum Ace 9:45 pm ............. Swoop 9:45 pm Dunno! Him supposed to check in with Him Sunstreaker and then movie with Swoop. But no check in! So Swoop come here. And no Bob still. Omicron 9:45 pm Racer: *has dropped his things and put the half eaten energon cookie on soundwave's pede for when he comes back to it, and starts chewing on his stick, sitting beside Specs* Bull 9:46 pm .... *is so happy he never felt a shock circuit* Omicron 9:46 pm ((rabbit keeps eating my cute)) ItsyBitsySpyers 9:46 pm *Soundwave glances down at his foot and tilts it up to better see what's now stuck to it. Is that... is that a half-eaten snack?* *...........Okay. He'll leave it where it is.* Windchill 9:46 pm *Looks suspicious. On one half of his face, anyway.* Magnum Ace 9:47 pm -Those things do remind him of the shock circuit and he's not happy about it- Swoop 9:47 pm *bounces* Omicron 9:47 pm RAcer: *meeps! he's learning to give gifts* Windchill 9:47 pm Why don't you call Bob? Swoop 9:47 pm Did! Windchill 9:47 pm And? Swoop 9:47 pm No answer So! You call : > Specs 9:47 pm *Racer gets a pat on the head and another cookie. Good hatchling.* Windchill 9:47 pm Did you ask Soundwave? Swoop 9:48 pm Yes Dragon 9:48 pm Frag, this chick's giving Striker a run for her credits... Omicron 9:48 pm indeed...might not want to show her this Windchill 9:48 pm So my calling Bob would be a little redundant, don't you think? Swoop 9:48 pm No Specs 9:48 pm (( https://78.media.tumblr.com/3fa050fe628706b6451e832886ef83a4/tumblr_p67iw3ImaD1wz9wjeo1_1280.png )) ((it's relevant I swear)) Dragon 9:48 pm *laughs* Primus no, she frays her sire's circuits as it is already. Windchill 9:49 pm Well, I think it is. *Tries to not sputter mid-sentence.* Omicron 9:49 pm RAcer: ! *noms cookie* Windchill 9:49 pm I'll call Bob one time. Swoop 9:49 pm *bounces on his toes like he wants to get picked up* Kay! Windchill 9:49 pm *Picks him up without hesitation, sorry.* Swoop 9:50 pm *is absolutely down for this and hugs Windchill around the neck* You call now Windchill 9:50 pm *Great, he might have miscalculated. Now he's got a fancy necklace.* Ratchet 9:50 pm [[ i love rock guy i love him. also look at that good big doggo ]] Specs 9:50 pm *bristles and hisses at Skurge* ((GOOD DOGGO)) Windchill 9:50 pm *He always was bad at math.* Okay. Swoop 9:51 pm *is a winner winner chicken dinner, just needs a bug friend to complete things* Windchill 9:51 pm *Calls Bob I guess.* Omicron 9:51 pm RAcer: *tries to minic bristling, no idea why* Swoop 9:51 pm ((bob's comm is unavailable fyi)) Windchill 9:51 pm (( I guessed. )) Specs 9:52 pm ((I typed good doggo and the princess sat on my keyboard and muted everything)) Windchill 9:52 pm *Waits...gets distracted by the movie for a few seconds...waits some more...* Swoop 9:52 pm *sets his chin on Windchill and stares at him* Specs 9:52 pm *pats Racer* Don't worry, little hatchling. You're safe. Windchill 9:52 pm I don't think he's going to answer, Swoop. Swoop 9:53 pm *unblinking staring* Windchill 9:53 pm *Gives up.* Omicron 9:53 pm Racer: *happy still, chewing on his stick again, waiting for another cookie* Windchill 9:53 pm Well, we tried. Magnum Ace 9:53 pm -now what is going on?- Specs 9:53 pm ((help a kitten is holding my keyboard hostage)) Swoop 9:54 pm Him Bob missing movie Bull 9:54 pm nothing good... Windchill 9:54 pm (( Ur doomed say your prayers.)) Yeah...it's a good one, too. Magnum Ace 9:54 pm I...figured as much Windchill 9:54 pm *Sighs, still just standing more or less near the doorway.* Specs 9:54 pm ((oh goblin princess, please release my keyboard, if not my heart)) Omicron 9:55 pm (kittly noms?) Swoop 9:55 pm *leans backwards to look at the screen upside down* Specs 9:55 pm ((she is full of teeth and noise)) Dragon 9:55 pm ((XD cats are always a love/hate relationship) Specs 9:55 pm ((nah, she's love/love, she's just a demanding little child)) Magnum Ace 9:56 pm ...... Dragon 9:56 pm ((Haha glad she's a good kitty.)) Magnum Ace 9:57 pm Oh...oh no Windchill 9:57 pm You're pulling on me. *Reaches around to grab at Swoop's fingers, probably in vain.* Dragon 9:57 pm ... Icy? ... let's NEVER show that critter to Striker. She'll want one in a heartbeat. Omicron 9:57 pm Racer: *puts his next cookie on soundwave's pede too, trying to be a good boy* Windchill 9:57 pm *Gives up, having a better idea.* Omicron 9:58 pm ....yeah, no. she tried to take one of predacons like that Swoop 9:58 pm *pops his head back up to look at Windchill* ItsyBitsySpyers 9:58 pm *Soundwave glances down again and tilts his helm. What is with the cookies...?*

*He picks the second one up and looks at it, then to Racer. Points at himself with a finger. Is this supposed to be his?* Windchill 9:58 pm You need to ride on my back if you're going to be stuck on me for the movie. Dragon 9:58 pm ((I know I wrote a response to Icy... o.o)) Swoop 9:59 pm Backpack Windchill 9:59 pm (( It's eating a lot tonight, I've had to retype several things. )) Dragon 9:59 pm Yeah, though she's more likely to ask for one than just take one. Jetstream 9:59 pm "..." Specs 9:59 pm ((yeah, same here)) Windchill 9:59 pm Yes, like a backpack. Specs 9:59 pm *CACKLES* Bull 9:59 pm ...... Specs 9:59 pm I've felt like that before.. Smokescreen 9:59 pm banner no Omicron 9:59 pm Racer: *exited wiggle and waves a paw, present! for soundwave!* Bull 10:00 pm ((Banner No, Hulk YES)) Swoop 10:00 pm Ok : > Backpack Magnum Ace 10:00 pm ((pfffff ...... That looked...painful ItsyBitsySpyers 10:00 pm *Ah. So it IS for him. He nods and makes a show of placing it in his subspace, since he can't eat it in public.*

*He'll trade a very tiny bead of silver. Here you go, Racer.* Windchill 10:00 pm *Nods as best as he can with a dinobot hanging from his neck.* Do it. Ratchet 10:00 pm [[ I LOVE HIM ]] Dragon 10:00 pm ((Freaking Loki XD)) ItsyBitsySpyers 10:00 pm ((oh my god.)) Swoop 10:01 pm *hoists himself up over Windchill's shoulder to climb around the long way to get on his back* Smokescreen 10:01 pm LOKI Specs 10:01 pm *cackles more* I like him, I think. Omicron 10:01 pm ((dude has style)) well.... *won't admit she would do just that* Windchill 10:01 pm *Thank Primus. He might be harder to pry off this way, but he'll deal with the consequences later.* Ratchet 10:01 pm [[ i meant korg tho ]] Windchill 10:02 pm (( Korg is pretty great. )) Magnum Ace 10:02 pm ....... Omicron 10:02 pm Racer: *OMG SHINY! whiggles around happily for the silver- is it just a shiny? can he eat it?!* ItsyBitsySpyers 10:02 pm [][][]Eat.[][][] Windchill 10:02 pm *He's not gonna sit down though, not with this new parasite.* Swoop 10:02 pm *is an A+ backpack, maximum secure grip* Windchill 10:03 pm *So long as it's not Permanent Backpack.* Specs 10:03 pm *wiggles* Omicron 10:03 pm RAcer: *NOM!* ItsyBitsySpyers 10:03 pm *Gentle pat.* Dragon 10:03 pm .... Gotta hand it to humans, this music's pretty epic. No wonder Remix is always jamming. Windchill 10:03 pm We'll try to call Bob later. We can always watch the movie again. Omicron 10:03 pm Racer: *paws on soundwaves fingers, but not noming them* ItsyBitsySpyers 10:04 pm *...What a power to have.* Swoop 10:04 pm Kay Windchill 10:04 pm *That's as reassuring as it's gonna get, sorry.* Smokescreen 10:04 pm I was about to say I wish I could have awesmoe theme music play whenever but But I CAN do that ww Magnum Ace 10:04 pm ...yikes Omicron 10:04 pm ....hey look, jolt as a human Specs 10:04 pm *suddenly rises up onto her hind legs, mantles her wings, and allows herself a wild, howling warble* *and then gets back down and ducks her head. okay, that was a little embarrassing* Dragon 10:05 pm *laughs* I was gonna say I need to bug our medic about getting an electricity upgrade. Frost's got his ice bombs, I don't wanna be left out. Magnum Ace 10:05 pm !!! Omicron 10:05 pm You have a giant aft shield that can punt people Athena, I don't think you're left out Magnum Ace 10:05 pm -looks around the room for where the noise came from- Dragon 10:06 pm *thinks* ... *grins* True that. Frost can't pack that thing around to save his life. Windchill 10:06 pm You know what might make you Swoop feel better? Swoop 10:06 pm What? Windchill 10:06 pm A sticker, duh. Swoop 10:06 pm YAH! Me Swoop like stickers Windchill 10:07 pm Yes, I know. Swoop 10:07 pm You have sticker? Omicron 10:07 pm Racer: *noming and wiggling happily, soft metal? he can chew it!* Smokescreen 10:07 pm Wait wait stickers where Windchill 10:07 pm Yes. Do you want...a fire sticker or a turtle sticker? Swoop 10:07 pm FIRE!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Jetstream 10:07 pm ^LOKI NO^ ^FOCUS^ Windchill 10:08 pm *They're car decals because that's how you get big enough stickers on Earth, okay.* Specs 10:08 pm ((a place in midgard called Texas)) Windchill 10:08 pm Okay. Swoop 10:08 pm ((there is something incredible about a guy in full body armor with two automatic guns jumping out of a space ship)) Dragon 10:08 pm ((Achievement unlocked: Des-Troy)) Specs 10:08 pm ((also, seriously, how much damn ammo is in that thing)) ((oh)) Magnum Ace 10:08 pm ((not enough Omicron 10:09 pm ((that much is seems)) Specs 10:09 pm ((I, too, headbutt undead abominations)) Swoop 10:09 pm !!!! Windchill 10:09 pm *Digs around in his bra/subspace for a flame sticker. Swoop gets a white one today. He'll hold it back over his head for Swoop to take.* Magnum Ace 10:09 pm !!!!! Swoop 10:10 pm *chirps!* VProwl 10:10 pm ((i'm so happy for that dude)) Swoop 10:10 pm *takes the sticker thx* Dragon 10:10 pm ... Hey... Icy? ... Ever think this is what Magnus does when he gets mad? Specs 10:10 pm ((IN THE BACKGROUND)) VProwl 10:10 pm ((he wanted one thing. he wanted to destroy asgard. and he got it.)) Bull 10:10 pm .... Smokescreen 10:10 pm HULK NO gotta smash Windchill 10:10 pm *Ur welcome.* Specs 10:10 pm *cackles* It's Smokescreen as an organic! Smokescreen 10:10 pm HEY COME ON I almost never smash! Swoop 10:11 pm *chatters while he plays with the sticker* VProwl 10:11 pm ((how often do the big terrible monsters get to achieve their life goals)) Omicron 10:11 pm ....well....he's nearly metrotitian size *she wonders if Dreaded Wings will ever transform an...* really... VProwl 10:11 pm ((i'm proud of him)) Windchill 10:11 pm Swoop. Swoop 10:11 pm Hi Magnum Ace 10:11 pm ........ Windchill 10:11 pm No putting it on Soundwave's things. Or on other people without permission. Swoop 10:11 pm Why Rosanna 10:11 pm ((he's having so much fun Specs 10:11 pm ((korg ;-; )) Bull 10:12 pm ((nope)) Windchill 10:12 pm Because that's not nice. Magnum Ace 10:12 pm ...... That's...it's gone Windchill 10:12 pm You have to abide by the sticker rules if you want more stickers. Smokescreen 10:12 pm ......... Bull 10:12 pm yeah... Smokescreen 10:12 pm this is this hurts Omicron 10:12 pm Racer: *no more silver, flops on his side* Swoop 10:13 pm Me Swoop never hear sticker rules before Magnum Ace 10:13 pm -sinking where he sits- Windchill 10:13 pm *That's because he made them up just now shhhh.* Swoop 10:13 pm ((hug hug hug)) Windchill 10:13 pm They're new sticker rules. Swoop 10:13 pm Not old sticker rules? Kehehh Windchill 10:13 pm Right. Specs 10:13 pm *makes an attempt to balance a cookie on Racer's snout* Omicron 10:14 pm Racer: *full, but after a minute tries to eat the chookie* Swoop 10:14 pm This sticker look pretty new to Me Swoop Windchill 10:14 pm (( Still laughing at his hair. )) Tarantulas 10:14 pm (( MIEK Omicron 10:14 pm .....pfft Windchill 10:14 pm It is a new sticker. Dragon 10:14 pm *grins as she leans back* That was intense. Specs 10:14 pm *chuffs* I like this documentary. Ratchet 10:14 pm [[ i am actually In Love with Korg ]] Smokescreen 10:15 pm why earth though earth smells Omicron 10:15 pm (he's awesome) Smokescreen 10:15 pm ... I mean it wouldn't be my first choice to live forever ItsyBitsySpyers 10:15 pm *Well. That was - something.* Windchill 10:15 pm And if you want more new stickers you have to play by the new sticker rules. Dragon 10:15 pm *glances at Smokescreen* Eh? Dude, Earth is fun. You just gotta be in the right crew to enjoy it. Swoop 10:15 pm What rules are? Magnum Ace 10:15 pm -is from Earth- Specs 10:15 pm Is it an unethical use of multiverse bridges to find and eat the Grandmaster? Smokescreen 10:15 pm It is fun! But I don't think I'd wanna live there. ItsyBitsySpyers 10:15 pm [[Not in the slightest.]] Specs 10:15 pm Excellent. Smokescreen 10:15 pm You'd rust to death there, you know Windchill 10:15 pm *Sighs internally.* Bull 10:16 pm *would rather stay on Earth* Prowl 10:16 pm *oh is it finally over, that sure was a movie she totally listened to yep* Magnum Ace 10:16 pm What's wrong with Earth? Dragon 10:16 pm Bah, only if you are a ninny about what you do. So far my gang's going just fine and one of us already has a rust problem she's gotta be careful with. Windchill 10:16 pm No putting stickers on Soundwave's things, no putting them on other people unless they say it's okay, and you have to not get kicked out. Omicron 10:16 pm That grandmaster wouldn't' have something that could effect several cybertronians at once do you think? Windchill 10:16 pm I can't give you a sticker if you get kicked out. Swoop 10:16 pm Me Swoop get kick out aaaaaaaaaall the time ItsyBitsySpyers 10:16 pm [[If we are fortunate, he will have never heard of our kind.]] Specs 10:17 pm Likely not. And it's rare that anyone notices someone my size. Windchill 10:17 pm I know, and if you get kicked out you can't get a sticker because you're not here, understand? Swoop 10:17 pm Yah Dragon 10:17 pm ((Loki's face there is priceless)) Jetstream 10:17 pm ^What^ "The^ Dragon 10:17 pm That... looks bad. *frowns* Swoop 10:17 pm *holds the sticker in front of Windchill's face* Me have sticker Jetstream 10:17 pm ^FRAG" Bull 10:17 pm uuuuuuh..... Specs 10:17 pm Hm. They're going to need a bigger stomach. Magnum Ace 10:17 pm Oh no...that looked bad Bull 10:17 pm What was that?! Windchill 10:17 pm Yes you do. What are you going to do with it? Specs 10:17 pm Or a freezer. Magnum Ace 10:17 pm I don't know Swoop 10:17 pm Keep ItsyBitsySpyers 10:18 pm [[He has no idea, and he doubts we will find out any time soon.]] Omicron 10:18 pm *debating on finding that place and letting Dreadded Wings loose for a bit...and taking some Crew down to leven that pit* ItsyBitsySpyers 10:18 pm ((reminder: 20 minutes)) Windchill 10:18 pm Good plan. Omicron 10:18 pm (okay) Dragon 10:18 pm *looks at Icy and grins* Bring me along if you go in there; I'm up for trashing some people. Swoop 10:18 pm !!! Movie over Dragon 10:18 pm ((Thanks for the update)) Smokescreen 10:18 pm Windwind- can I have a sticker too? Specs 10:18 pm *the dragon stretches and yawns* Goodnight, everyone. *gives Racer an affectionate lick to the forehead* Thank you for the movie, Soundwave! Magnum Ace 10:19 pm I think it's time for us to go though ItsyBitsySpyers 10:19 pm [[You are welcome, dragon. Thank you for the fuel, as always.]] Omicron 10:19 pm Racer: *full hatchling, wiggles to lick back, then to peer up at Soundwave* Bull 10:19 pm Yeah, sounds like a good idea. Specs 10:19 pm ((sometimes ya gotta slorp the child)) Windchill 10:19 pm *CRINGES on the inside, but it wasn't 'Windy' so he's not going to gripe about it.* You can have one sticker. Omicron 10:19 pm (he's Icy's little, he gets all the licks) Smokescreen 10:19 pm YES Jetstream 10:19 pm *The twins stretch a bit.* ^Should probably be on our way, too.^ "Always nice to see a good movie." Prowl 10:19 pm Good night, Soundwave. *Prowl leaves with a nod* Smokescreen 10:19 pm Can you put it right in the middle of my face? So that way, I can have a nose! Jetstream 10:20 pm ^Soundwave, Thanks for lettin us in. Maybe we'll see ya next time^ ItsyBitsySpyers 10:20 pm *Pings those who can be pinged and nods to the rest.* Windchill 10:20 pm I don't know if I have any nose shaped stickers...*digs around...turtle nose it is.* Dragon 10:20 pm *can't help but tap foot to the music* And more epic earth tunes. Swoop 10:20 pm Him Bob miss whole movie :x Omicron 10:21 pm Racer: *little mind turning away, waiting to show off* Magnum Ace 10:21 pm Soundwave? Can we have a bridge home? Windchill 10:21 pm *Luckily, his gibbon-like arms are long enough that he can just about reach Smokescreen's face to put the turtle smack dab in the middle of it.* ItsyBitsySpyers 10:21 pm [[Hmm? Of course.]] Windchill 10:21 pm Behold...one sticker. Smokescreen 10:21 pm /Smokescreen iiiis getting up and singing + dancing to this whoops./ ItsyBitsySpyers 10:21 pm [[It will be right outside. Ah, and next week's film should be... lighter fare.]] Windchill 10:21 pm Okay Swoop, let's go. We can watch the movie with Bob later. Magnum Ace 10:21 pm Thanks. Good night. Windchill 10:22 pm *When they, you know, find him.* Magnum Ace 10:22 pm -and out he goes- Omicron 10:22 pm *Icy is slowly nodding in time, calming down, keeping her mind and memories in strict order. not going to relive things* Swoop 10:22 pm Kay : < ItsyBitsySpyers 10:22 pm *Difficult, isn't it?* Rosanna 10:22 pm *streeetches. She's still here--sort of. Will likely returneth to her room and form a cuddle pile of microns* Bull 10:22 pm *Bull exits with Magnum* Windchill 10:23 pm I know one place we can watch movies. It's kind of dirty though. *But, he's going to worry about that part later.* *Turns to leave, with his new backpack.* Omicron 10:24 pm *very, she's keeping the predacon instincts down and trying to focus on the music, tail might be curled around Athena for saport* Swoop 10:24 pm *doesn't care about dirty and doesn't particularly care where they are going, just so long as it's fun* : > Dragon 10:25 pm *thinking a bit as she listens to the music, glancing over when she notices the taili* Eh? ... Heh, glad to know you got my back. I got yours too. Windchill 10:25 pm *Fair enough.* Omicron 10:25 pm Racer: *sits on a soundwave pede* Windchill 10:25 pm Byeeeee suckers, hope you all enjoyed the Devil's Anus as much as I did. Smokescreen 10:25 pm sounds uptown funk you up Windchill 10:25 pm *Hand, over spark.* ItsyBitsySpyers 10:26 pm *Lightly bobbles his foot to entertain Racer while he waits for Ice Queen to collect the hatchling.* Omicron 10:26 pm Racer: *happy trill, looking up though, peering at lap, waiting to be invited. hatchling has a plaaan* (maybe lighten the mood before going) ItsyBitsySpyers 10:27 pm *Small puff. He'll allow it, but only for a couple of minutes. The less he has to think about what he saw, the better.* Windchill 10:27 pm *Goes.* Smokescreen 10:27 pm /Smokescreen's also singing to this/ Omicron 10:27 pm RAcer: *happy wiggle and climbs up- oof he's full, forgot he ate so much* ItsyBitsySpyers 10:27 pm *Soundwave pings Windchill goodnight.* Dragon 10:28 pm *blinks and stares at the screen* And... then we find the weird side of human entertainment. *blink blink* Smokescreen 10:28 pm oh this isn't the weird side Omicron 10:28 pm *Icy bumps her head against Athena's shoulder* want to get highgrade and do something? Dragon 10:29 pm *blinks and looks over before grinning* Sounds like a grand party to me Icy. Smokescreen 10:29 pm /PRACTICALLY SHOUTS THE ME/ Omicron 10:29 pm RAcer: *sitting in Soundwave's lap, rests a moment, then looks up, big breath* (this song is killing me) ItsyBitsySpyers 10:30 pm *Hears a breath and pays close attention. This is either speech or fire.* Omicron 10:31 pm Racer: 'Ave! Aaayye....wa...'ave...aye! *faceplants on his chest, predacon over exited nuzzle, senses the sad/grump* Smokescreen 10:32 pm I wish we had video conferences like that ... we don't even have a fully functioning government bots are still trying to have elections megatron I think joked about making a council ItsyBitsySpyers 10:33 pm *Soundwave is delighted to hear part of his name, but he does nooooot like other mechs messing with his chest. He carefully picks Racer up with one hand and boops his snout with the very tip of a finger on the other hand.*

[[Thank you, small one. The comfort is appreciated. But you should return to your creator. He closes the building soon.]]

*Places Racer on the ground.* Dragon 10:34 pm *stretches a little and rolls her shoulders* Well, I better make sure the minis aren't using my shield like a snow sled again. Catch ya in a bit, Icy? *moves to get up, but doesn't quite make it due to the tail* Smokescreen 10:35 pm sounds hey if megatron makes a council can you shock him ItsyBitsySpyers 10:35 pm *That sounds like something minicons would do.*

[[He'll do worse than that.]] Smokescreen 10:35 pm ... What'll you do? Omicron 10:35 pm RAcer: *flops, krells for icy to come pick him up...might have burped smoke*

Yes, I'll meet you...and get Racer home *gets up to walk over* ItsyBitsySpyers 10:36 pm [[He hasn't decided yet. You've only just informed him.]] Smokescreen 10:36 pm .... wait I probably shouldn't hav Dragon 10:36 pm *grins as she gets up* Sounds like a plan. If I'm late, it's because I'm hauling Frosty's aft out of the closet again. *turns and salutes playfully to whoever's still present* Later! *heads off at a run* Smokescreen 10:36 pm sounds can you pretend you didn't hear that ItsyBitsySpyers 10:36 pm [[We'll see. Time for you to be on your way. He can't do as he's said he would with everyone here.]] Smokescreen 10:37 pm Awww- night night, Snoozewave. ItsyBitsySpyers 10:37 pm [[Smokescreen.]] *Warning tone.* Smokescreen 10:37 pm I'm going! I'm going! /And he's finally leaving!/ Omicron 10:38 pm Racer: *picked up, whines for his stick, gets that after put on icys back* bahh!!!! ^__^ ItsyBitsySpyers 10:38 pm *He more meant the nickname, but that works.* [[Goodbye, Racer. Ice Queen.]] Smokescreen 10:38 pm /Hey he was tempted to call him Soundbabe to be fair/ Omicron 10:38 pm Thank you for the even soundwave... even with....moments. Sorry if I scared anyone nearby ItsyBitsySpyers 10:39 pm [[You're welcome, and you were fine.]] Omicron 10:40 pm *Icy turns to leave, racer meeping to prowl on the way out* (have a good night!) ItsyBitsySpyers 10:41 pm ((you too!)) VProwl startles out of idle mode 10:41 pm VProwl 10:41 pm ((oh hey /me works, i didn't mean to do that)) Omicron 10:41 pm (oh, I can talk again! XD now I poof, rest well you two) VProwl 10:41 pm *nods to Racer.* Omicron 10:42 pm Raver: *flaps wing in a good bye, full sparkling....enjoy the cookie?* ItsyBitsySpyers 10:42 pm *Soundwave will wait until everyone is finally out to slump down in his seat and stare up at the ceiling. Zori comes scuttling across the floor, up his Boss' leg, up his Boss in general, and curls up to dock on Soundwave's neck.*

*He's banning this movie from the building, he thinks.* ((hit enter too early. just apply it when it applies)) VProwl 10:53 pm *right, he's fully here now. he's gonna head over to Soundwave.* ... Hey. ItsyBitsySpyers 10:54 pm *Soundwave sits up some to track the movement he hears. Ah. Prowl.*

[[Hello.]] VProwl 10:56 pm I was—I didn't really pay attention tonight, I went on auto-pilot to work at home, so—I only skimmed quickly through the movie when the credits were rolling, so I didn't realize at the time—uh... *cut to the chase.* How—how are you? ItsyBitsySpyers 10:58 pm *Soundwave watches Prowl uncertainly at first. Yes, he thought that might've been what'd happened; if the workload now is anything like what he had to deal with, it's a heavy one - but what's that got to do with...*

*Oh.*

[[...Furious. Not with you.]] [[And somewhat - hmm. Mildly overwhelmed. He was not expecting so many, or quite what he saw.]] VProwl 11:00 pm *nods.* And so many unfamiliar, too. *part of the reason he'd checked out. it was... busy, tonight.* Do you w...? *no, not that way.* What would help? ItsyBitsySpyers 11:01 pm *...Ping marked with gratitude. Prowl didn't have to come ask him anything.*

[[Yes. Most mechs are welcome, of course. He simply wasn't aware of the drawing power of this documentary ahead of time.]]

*Soundwave places the little spinning circle on his visor. Thinking.* VProwl 11:04 pm *he'll wait.* ItsyBitsySpyers 11:07 pm [[He was thinking of...]] *Shakes his helm a little bit. That was a poor start to the sentence.* [[The plants he wished to show you. He considered destroying his cell afterward. He thinks he will. It would - he would like your assistance with that. An enforcer helping to do what his own should have done long ago.]]

[[...And to be reminded that he is owned by no mech. He /knows/ it, but it - the memory still feels like claws and chains on his plating at times.]] VProwl 11:12 pm It still stands? *... a nod.* I'd be happy to help you destroy it. ItsyBitsySpyers 11:15 pm [[The Predacons nest mainly on the surface of the arena. Most are too large to fit into the cells beneath, and those who can claim to dislike the scent. Countless millions of years of fear, despair, anger, energon, rust... among other things. Ravage loathed it as well, back then.]] *Long, long pause.* [[Thank you.]] VProwl 11:16 pm What weapons do you want me to bring? ItsyBitsySpyers 11:19 pm *Faint huff.* [[You mentioned using acid and acid weaponry, once. There aren't many who can say they've literally watched their past be melted away. He'd like the right.]] VProwl 11:20 pm I'll ask Mixmaster for the most corrosive stuff he can cook up. ItsyBitsySpyers 11:22 pm [[Those are some of the sweetest words you've ever said to him.]]

*Small leg stretch. That helped soothe his mind a little.*

[[How /is/ Mixmaster? Still ill?]] VProwl 11:24 pm *a frown.* He's—quiet. He's not worse, but... ItsyBitsySpyers 11:25 pm [[...But?]] VProwl 11:27 pm Well. He's not better. Which is... We'd thought it was psychosomatic. Stress, from the construction site. But, if that was the case— He hasn't gone outside since construction was completed, and he knows none of us are going to make him until and unless he decides of his own volition that he wants to. But he—doesn't feel better. *Prowl's starting to worry. They all are.* ItsyBitsySpyers 11:28 pm [[Hasn't gone outside? For /anything?/]] *Feels a little unobservant having to ask this, but he doesn't watch the apartment anymore, and he tries not to watch the Constructicons too much lest Bonecrusher freak out.* VProwl 11:29 pm No, well, that's normal for him. He'll hole himself up in his room for months at a time if he's allowed. I think he /might/ have gone out once with Bonecrusher. That's it. ItsyBitsySpyers 11:31 pm [[He would think that'd have helped by now, if it's normal for Mixmaster. Has Hook had a look at him yet?]] ItsyBitsySpyers 11:34 pm *What if it's a horrible slow-burning plague unleashed by that planetary reset he's heard about? The flobster plague didn't hit his Cybertron for a while. Or, or - some kind of tool Bombshell and the others planted while sticking Prowl with Devastator that's going wrong without anyone to fix it, Garak style?* VProwl 11:35 pm Hook has. Mixmaster's not in peak physical condition, but Hook says everything he's seeing could just be consistent with sustained stress without an underlying condition. But, we don't know. At this point, he could be feeling unwell because he's stressed or he could be stressed because he's feeling unwell. To find out more, we'd have to take him somewhere with better medical equipment, and, well—that would involve dragging Mixmaster outside, against his will, to interact with strangers. If this IS a psychosomatic reaction to agoraphobia-related stress, we'd just make him worse. ItsyBitsySpyers 11:36 pm [[And there is no mech willing to make a house call? Are there any who are even an option?]] *Because he's willing to dig up dirt on them and blackmail them into it. If Mixmaster's going to be asked to help him, the least he could do is repay the debt.* VProwl 11:41 pm House calls aren't the issue—there isn't a medic on Cybertron who matches Hook. It's the equipment that'd be needed. We're talking stuff that only a hospital would have. We can't just rent a heavy-duty medical scanner from the nearest hospital for a day, pry it out from the wall, roll it out on a trolley, load it on Long Haul's bed, and drive it home to Mixmaster. *there is a reason for this extremely specific example.* *the reason is he's checked.* ItsyBitsySpyers 11:41 pm ((rabbit can u not eat my comments)) ItsyBitsySpyers 11:45 pm *Ohh. THAT kind of better medical equipment. Also, yeah, by that description, he's kind of assuming Prowl looked into it. Too specific.*

*Vent.* [[Then for now, he will hope better feelings are merely late, and not impossible. ... Still. Keep him updated if it gets worse?]] *If only because that puts Devastator, and therefore Prowl, at risk.* VProwl 11:46 pm That's what we're all hoping, right now. *A sigh.* I will. Thanks. VProwl 11:47 pm *There's a hint of noticeable grimness in Prowl's face. Mixmaster's condition has been bothering him more than he's verbally admitted.* ItsyBitsySpyers 11:48 pm *Nods. He doesn't like it, but for the moment, he hasn't got any better ideas. Space bridging the mech directly to the equipment probably wouldn't be of any more use than making him walk or drive there, and anyway, Prowl already knows how to use th-- and THAT'S unusual.* ItsyBitsySpyers 11:50 pm *To ask and risk Prowl turning off his expressions and making everything that much harder to read, or to ignore it and wait?*

*...Maybe he'd better keep quiet for now. He can poke that bitbear when they're both in a better place to discuss it, moodwise.* ItsyBitsySpyers 11:51 pm *But a feeler will slither out and move towards Prowl's wrist, clicking its claws. That'll look more like comfort for him than anything for Prowl, so it should be safe, providing he's allowed to coil.* VProwl 11:54 pm *allows him to coil; and grabs with his other hand as well. he could use a little more comfort himself, thanks.* Yesterday ItsyBitsySpyers 11:55 pm *Oh, good! Not only did it work, it worked better than expected. He'll definitely offer up extra loops and length of feeler.* VProwl 12:02 am *Good. He's taking them. TOTALLY BECAUSE HE'S OFFERING SOUNDWAVE COMFORT AND NOT BECAUSE HE'S BEEN REMINDED OF HIS WORRIES OVER MIXMASTER.* ItsyBitsySpyers 12:04 am [[We have both had a great deal on our minds tonight. A crowd of thoughts, the Pits, your work.]] And Mixmaster. [[Come relax with him. Things might be clearer in the morning.]]

*Rises and uses the grip on Prowl's arms to squeeze and tug in the direction of the stairs.* VProwl 12:07 am *Is willingly tugged up with Soundwave.* I hope they will be. *And if they aren't, still better to pass the time with Soundwave than without.*

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hi guys! I hope you enjoy this little fic! Thanks again for commenting and messaging me on which one you’d like to read! In the end it was an even tie so I just picked one xD 

only tagging @mmfdfanfic cos most of the tags were not working :/

Cheater Cheater

The last sip is warm, it makes him grimace but he swallows it down anyway. He sets the empty bottle on the table with a heavy thunk. He’s tired from work; his body feeling heavy and sore from his long shift, but his mind is racing.

It didn’t matter which scenario he imagined it all turned out the same.  

“So, what are you going to do?”

Finn sighs, rubbing his hands over his face as he leans back further into the sofa. He shakes his head and shrugs then looks at his best mate, “I—I don’t know.” He says, his hands making uncoordinated gestures.

“Wouldn’t you wanna be told?” Archie presses.

Finn thinks for a second, “Would anyone wanna be told that?” he replies, knowing he’s just stalling the inevitable.

“Yeah.”

“Fuck,” Finn mutters, “I just…she—Rae, is the best y’know? I can’t break her heart.”

Archie leans forward, resting his elbows on his knees, he examines him carefully, and says, “Finn, it’s going to happen no matter what. And the longer it goes on, the worse that heartbreak is gonna be.”

He’s right, Finn knows Archie is right.

“No one ever wants to hear the word ‘cheat’ in any context in a relationship, I know, but it’s not fair to her. Finn, you need to tell her.”

“I know.”

--

The next day he is settled some, work has been steady so far this evening and it’s a welcome distraction that is until he hears his name being said.

It’s Rae.

His heart stops and there’s a lump in his throat he has to swallow. Turning around he puts on his best smile.

“You alright?” she asks, “You look off.”

He clears his throat knowing he tried too hard, “Yeah, yeah. Fine. You?” he recovers.

“I’m okay,” she shrugs.

“Just okay? How was work?” he asks as he prepares her usual drink.

“Meh, it was whatever, just boring work,”

“Yeah, so you just stoppin’ in for a drink cos it was ‘just boring work’?” he mocks her knowingly, he looks up at her as he slides the drink across the bar.

She hums her thanks and takes a small sip, then, “Uh, no. Was supposed to meet, Ben but he got caught up at work and I was already here so,” she trails off and takes another sip.

Finns jaw clenches and he squeezing his left fist so tight one of his knuckles crack, “Right.” He says, it’s a little strong he knows but he can’t help it.

Rae looks at him knowingly, she fidgets a little, “I—I know you don’t like him.”

Accuratete, is what he wants to say, but he doesn’t, “Says who?” is what he opts for.

“It’s not hard to see.”

“No comment.” he says and moves her glass to wipe the condensation quickly, then puts down a mat for her drink.

It clunks a little, some almost sloshing out.

“Why?” she presses.

“What do you want me to say? Why does it matter.” He says tiredly.

“I don’t know. It just does,” her voice sounds so small and desperate.

He takes a deep breath, and releases it, “I—I don’t care to say anything.” He cares too much, is the problem.

“Yes, you do.”

He’s mad now, not at her, at the situation. He could have been completely fine with everything, pined for her in secret, and just be happy that she was happy with who she thought, with who everyone thought was a decent guy. But he’s not, he’s scum, and Finn wishes he was brave enough to just tell her.

But he needs to find the right time. He needs to. He can’t wait. The last time he waited to tell her something it was too late and she ended up with scum for a boyfriend. Rae, was his friend, and it may look like this was for his own personal gain, but it’s not, he’s looking out for his mate.

He sighs, and shakes his head, “Remember that night we were closing and got drunk and you made me sing that Backstreet Boy song to you?”

“I didn’t make you! And you knew all the words.” She laughs faintly.

“Still can’t believe that.” he smiles small.

There was a long pause and he wants to tell her, just get it over with, she might hate him for not telling her sooner,  but as long as she knew.

“Rae…I--”

He pauses again, and looks away from her, he doesn’t know if he can handle whatever face she may make. Letting out a breath he goes to speak, but then a phone is ringing.

It’s Rae’s, “Its work I need to take this.”

“Sure.” He nods.

He walks to the other end of the bar to give her some privacy. He had almost done it, almost told her, and of course there was an interruption, maybe it was a sign. Maybe it was a sign that meant he shouldn’t be the one to tell her that her scumbag of a boyfriend is cheating on her. That her scumbag of a boyfriend asked him not to say anything. That her scumbag of a boyfriend knew nothing about her or else would have known that, Rae used to work with him. That they were, are, friends.

There’s a tap on the counter and he turns to see, Rae, she’s still on the phone but waves him goodbye, he just smile and nods watching as she leaves. His heart and his head both hurt.

--

Two days later he’s wiping down the bar when a figure catches his attention, he looks up and follows as she moves across to the dining area. It’s her. She’s seated at a table and daintily flicks her blonde hair over her shoulder before taking a sip of the ice water. His heart is pounding in his chest and in his ears, but aching in his chest.

All he can see his her face, Rae’s face, imagining the look of heartache and betrayal. Another figure breaks him out of his sad thoughts and this one makes him angry. His jaw clenches and his fists tighten, nothing but rage coursing through his veins.

He sees him lean down to kiss her before taking his own seat. The only thing that stops Finn from marching over there to give him a piece of his mind is, Chop, the other bartender, putting a hand on his shoulder.

“Finn,” he says tentatively.

Finn sighs and relaxes his tense posture, “I know.” He laments, “I know.”

--

He has a Friday night off which is rare, so he takes advantage of it. He decides to loiter at the record shop for a few before getting dinner and heading back to his for a lazy night in. He’s barely made it through the “C’s” in the Rock section when he his being hip checked. He stumbles a little and apologizes out of habit before looking up. When he does, he can’t help but smile.

“All right?” Rae asks.

“Yeah, you?”

She nods and flicks through the section next to him, “Since when do you have Friday’s off?” She asks.

“Chop, hired that guy, Barney, so…” He shrugs, then asks, “What are you up to, just looking?”

The pause is longer than he would have expected so he looks to her and sees she’s kind of just staring at the track list of the album she is holding, with his eyebrows furrowed he says, “Rae?”

“Hmm?” she replied as she sticks the album back into its place.

“What brings you here, I asked?”

“What do you care!?” she snaps.

His heart drops into his stomach and blood is rushing to his head, he feels a little dizzy, “What, no—I--do…” he stammers then comes to a stop upon seeing her saddened face, “Hey,” he says softly, “What’s wrong?” he touches her lightly on the arm, and he half expects her to flinch away but she doesn’t.

“Nothing, I’m just gonna go,” she mumbles and moves away from him.

He can’t seem to bring himself to call for her or stop her so he just watches as she leaves the shop. He leaves a few minutes later, feeling sad and confused, he forgoes food in favor of the last few beers he had left in his fridge.

--

It’s Tuesday night, and Finn is still feeling a bit out of sorts after his encounter with, Rae, on Friday night. He’d wanted to call her several times, even getting as far as dialing her number and just needing to press the green call button his phone. But every time he went to push it his hand started to shake and he ended up just tossing his phone.

Sure they’ve gone days without speaking but there was this unspoken fact between them now. It weighed on him night and day, and it makes him wonder if she knows something is off.

As business picked up the thoughts were pushed to the back of his mind. Tuesday was almost, if not as busy as Friday nights, because of the specials they offered and he knew he’d be in for a long night, but the tips would be worth it.

--

Later after his shift he walks out to find, Rae. She looks less than happy, which he hates. He walks slowly towards, her. Her head is down and her arms are crossed as she fidgets slightly. He thinks he should maybe say something before he reaches her, but he doesn’t.

“Hey,” she says, before looking up.

“Hey.” He replies shoving his hands deep in the pockets of his jacket.

“I know it’s late but can we talk?” she looks at him with shiny eyes, and a slight quiver to her bottom lip.

“Yeah.”

She nods and then turns and he follows her quietly. They are headed in the direction of her flat which he had only been to a few times. He remembers the first time he visited her and how much it was just her. From the randomly patterned throw pillow, to the Oasis poster on the wall. Everything just fit. It was her.

Back when they still worked together, they both had a day off and in an effort to be better mates, as she put it, she invited him over to listen to music and drink. It was one of the best times he’d had. And also one of the worst. Only because he had to actively stop himself from kissing her. Too many moments lingered, too many touches, and too many shy looks, had him grasping to just finally make a move, but he never did.

Entering her flat now, he wonders if it will still feel the same as it did before, or if some of Ben had rubbed off on it. After she started dating Ben, he stopped coming around, which she didn’t understand at first. Even if she never out right said it, he could tell every time he declined her offer. Then she just stopped asking him. It wasn’t any thing other than he didn’t want for there to be any issues caused between her and Ben, because apparently it was written on his face how much he liked, Rae, according to, well, mostly everyone. But that didn’t stop them from talking or hanging out at the record shop or her having a drink after work with him.

They’re sitting on her sofa now, and he’s doesn’t know what to say to her other than just being honest and saying, “Ben is cheating on you, I should have told you sooner I am so sorry. He doesn’t deserve you.”

So, that’s exactly what he did.

It’s quiet for a moment and he’s trying to see her face, but she’s hanging her head, and her hair is blocking most of her face and he just wants to push it back and tell her everything will be alright.

“I know.” She says, after a long moment.

“You-you know?” he asks tentatively.

She looks at him and rolls her eyes, “Of course I know, I’m not fucking daft, Finn.”

“How-when-did he tell you?”

She shakes her head, “No, I had a feeling cos he’s been weird for the past month so I asked him, and well, when he started talking about you, and asking me, if you had told me what you saw, and to not believe anything you said, well, that confirmed it.”

He can’t read her face, it’s a mix between anger and sadness but there’s something else too.

“I-I’m so sorry.”

“How long did you know?” she asks.

“Uh, a little over two weeks?”

“I’ve known a little over a week, Finn.”

He opens his mouth to speak but nothing comes out, because he has no fucking idea how she has known a week and never said anything to him.

“Why didn’t you say before? When I came in the other day, lying to you about meeting Ben, I pressed the Ben issue you could have told me then. Why didn’t you?”

His heart aches in his chest as he says, “I didn’t want to hurt you.”

“But that’s the thing, Finn, you weren’t the one cheating, you weren’t the one hurting me.”

“But I knew and I should have told you.”

“Maybe, I don’t know.” She sighs. Rubbing her hands over her face she mumbles, “This is all so messy.”

“I’m sorry.” He says, faintly.

“Will, you please stop fucking apologizing.” She says annoyed.

“Sor-“ he stops himself, and clams up quickly.

“Finn, I understand that it was hard for you, not knowing what to do, you were put in an awkward position. You didn’t know how I would react to you telling me this and that’s understandable, but I’m gonna tell you something okay.” She pauses looking at him intently.

He nods for her to continue.

“I don’t care that he cheated. I don’t. We were only together barely two months, there wasn’t enough time for me to care. What I care about is you and me and this stupid fucking--- I don’t even know what to call it, this situation were in. That’s what I care about. That’s why I was so rude at the record shop because you can’t just come right out and say how you feel.”

He stays quiet, and she huffs in annoyance. He wants to tell her everything, but the words aren’t forming.

“Finn, do you realize, that I didn’t know that you liked me until after I started to date Ben. IF I had known before that I would have never said yes to him, ever! Cos why would I when I could have been dating you, Finn!”

He’s stunned by her words, he doesn’t know what to say, so he quietly asks, “How did you know?”

“Because whenever I told you about the dates we went on you looked like you died a little inside. And then you’d change the subject. It wasn’t exactly hard to figure out.”

“I did little. It felt that way at least.” He said faintly.

“Why didn’t you ever tell me?” she pleads softly.

He shrugs, “I-I don’t know. Just didn’t want to be rejected I guess.”

“Did you really think that? That I’d reject you?” she asks sounding hurt.

“I didn’t want to make things weird, I was, I’m fine with being just your friend, Rae.”

“I thought I was fine being just your friend too, Finn. Until I realized that you liked me back.”

He stared at her for a few moments, so many thoughts and questions ready to be discussed, but for now one will suffice.

“And now?”

She shook her head, and said, “Being friends isn’t good enough anymore.”

Before he could process what she said, she was pulling him to her pressing her lips firmly against his. It didn’t go farther, both a little stunned by her bold move.

When they pulled away he said, “Maybe I don’t wanna be just your friend.”

She smiled, “Good. We’re finally on the same page.”

--

Three weeks later Finn is cleaning down the bar when Ben walks up to him.

“We’re closing.” Finn says, as he wipes the bar down.

“Did you tell her?” he asks.

Finn stops what he’s doing and stares hard at Ben who is clearly tipsy, “Tell who what?”

“No need to act innocent.” Ben retorts.

“No need for you to act like complete scum yet here we are.” Finn says, crossing his arms over his chest.

“Can’t even understand how she’d believe a loser bartender over me.” He scoffs.

Finn can’t help but laugh, “Okay let me catch you up on a few things. One, I’ve known her for three years, two, we worked together, here, in this restaurant for two of those years, and three, you would have known that if you had been paying attention when she introduced me to you the first time she brought you here, you pathetic fuck.”

Finn watches as Ben’s jaw clenches.

“So, maybe she wouldn’t have believed a ‘loser bartender’ as you put it, but she would have believed her best mate and former coworker if  I had been the one to tell her.”

“Then how did she know?”

“Maybe, you’re just not as smooth as you think you are. Now why don’t you run along and fetch yourself some coffee.” Finn smirks, “I know you’re well versed in the art. After all that is your job.” Finn couldn’t help but throw Ben’s job back in his face.

“Fuck off.” Ben huffs before stomping away.

“You too!” Finn calls happily after him.

Later in the stock room getting ready to do inventory a familiar song starts to play and normally he would groan but this time it brings a smile to his face. When he turns he’s sees Rae standing there and smirking at him, her phone held up as Backstreet Boys croon about wanting it that way.

“This isn’t going to become like our song now is it?” he asks with a slight but otherwise amused grimace.

“God no!” she laughs as she sets her phone down.

“That’s a relief.” He smiles as they walk towards each other.

They kiss softly for a moment before Finn asks, “Not that I mind but what brings you here so late?”

“You said you had to do inventory and I thought I’d help, for old time’s sake.” She smirks, moving around him.  

He watches her as she moves to where the Vodka is kept. “Oh yeah?” he asks.

“Uh huh,” she says grabbing a bottle and twisting off the cap.

“This seems familiar.” He laughs lightly.

“Yeah, but this time we get to make out, last time we didn’t.” she says cheekily.

“We could’ve,” Finn mumbles.

“Let’s not dwell on what could have been and focus on now.” she says then takes a swig from the bottle.

“How is it?” he asks, because it’s a top shelf vodka.

Walking closer to him, she slowly says, “Why don’t you have a taste and find out.”

Feeling hot all over and just not giving any fucks because he can kiss her whenever he wants now, he surges forward connecting their lips. His tongue licking into her mouth to get a taste. She moans clutching onto him as the kiss deepens until it finally slows and he gives her two more soft pecks before licking his lips and saying, “Worth every penny.”

She chuckles and then pushes him back, “Right. Let’s get this done so we can go home.”

“You don’t have to stay you know.” He says, as she glances over the clip board she picked up.

“I want to.” She smiles up at him.

“I want you to, too.” He says.

“I like you telling me how you feel.” She says happily, her eyes twinkling.

“I like telling you.” He says, because he’s a fucking sap and doesn’t care one bit.

“Good. Now for real let’s get this done cos I’m tired and I wanna make out a little more when we’re done here.”

He can’t help but laugh as he walks over to her, it’s not even been one full day since he saw her last. He gives her a chaste kiss and snatches the clipboard from her hands.

“I’ll start. You change this music.”

“Alright.” She laughs stealing one more kiss before moving to pick up her phone.

By the end of the night they’re little tipsy, and Finn is singing to her once more, but it’s about being too good to be true and not being able to keep his eyes off of her.

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The End!

I hope you enjoyed?

[deliverydefresas]

and when she knows what she wants from her time, when she wakes up and makes up her mind...

AAAAH i know this took a century and im really sorry, but i hope you don’t mind mixing these two together + making it part one of another prompt that’s to come xD 

y’all should know by now that this is not proofread lmao

The constant ticking of the clock was starting to get on her nerves.

She’d even lost count of how many times she had sighed and huffed in frustration as she sat on the kitchen isle, waiting for her boyfriend to finally appear through the backdoor. Had she known he’d be late she would have sent Mónica and Amanda away with a more extended list than what she had.

“Hey, this is Simón, unfortunately I can’t speak right now; but please, unless you’re Nico, leave a message and I’ll call you back as soon as I can. Bye!”

“I swear, Álvarez, if you’re not here in the next minute I’ll ditch you and you can wave your girlfriend goodbye.” She dropped her phone on the isle, tapping her nails in exasperation against it. Time was running, and she was sure the employees would be there any minute now. Two minutes passed, and still nothing.

Ámbar was about to call him again, when his voice resonated on the room.  

“Ouch, I won’t even get a kiss? Just a wave?” her eyes flew to her boyfriend’s figure as he crossed the kitchen to her, phone on his ear as he listened to her voicemail.

“You’re late.” She informed him, arms crossed. Simón had the decency of smiling guilty at her.

“I’m sorry, baby. Last minute re-dos of a song went longer than expected.” He got closer, arms dropping on her thighs, “don’t be mad, I’m here before Mónica and Amanda, aren’t I?” he pouted, tilting his head enough so his lips could rose hers and kiss her.

Ámbar, however, turned away, “not here,” she hissed, and looked around to make sure no one was in the room. Simón laughed.

“You’re cute when you worry.” He said, kissing the tip of her nose, loudly. His girlfriend rolled her eyes, and pushed him away to get off the kitchen isle; then turned to him accusingly.

“I told you to be here before six! It’s almost six thirty, Simón!”

The boy’s pout came back, “I didn’t mean to, babe, I swear.” Ámbar didn’t tone down her glare, “Love, don’t be mad at me,” he puckered his lips even more, she still was having none of it, “little gem.”

He stared at her, puppy apologetic eyes and pout in full force; until, finally, she huffed away her glare. “Let’s go.”

Simón winked, taking her left hand on his right, leaning in for a quick kiss on her cheek before she leaded them to her room.

No matter how many times he’d entered her bedroom the last six months; Simón still got surprised at how girly and just plain Ámbar it really was. It was big, two times the size of Luna’s room downstairs; and, from the soft pink walls (who, he’d found out, were pink since the day she moved there), the white furniture with hints of gold and blue; the fancy dressing table and mirror, to the pretty decent sized closet and rows of shoes and skates, the whole room screamed Ámbar to him.

His favorite part, however, were the framed pictures she had all over the room; especially those that showed a younger Ámbar, all cute and adorable looking. He also knew she had one of them hiding on her bedside table, taken on one of their early dates by Jazmín, away from everyone else’s eyes but hers. Part of this because it was essential that her godmother didn’t find out about them, and the other because she liked to be selfish about their relationship and not really show it to the rest of the world.

Within the minute they were in, he flopped down on her bed, waiting for her to sit down beside him.

She didn’t.

Instead, she stood in front of her bed, arms crossed, and frown glued to her face. He sighed, knowing well what was coming.

“If this is about me being late, again I’m really, really, really, really sorr-”  

“It’s not about that,” she interrupted him, “it’s about my godmother.”

Simón got serious immediately, “is everything okay? What did she do now?” Ámbar smiled a little.

“You’re very cute when you’re worried,” dropping her arms on her sides, she joined him on the bed. Simón wasted no time to sit down properly, and arranged their positions so she would be between his legs, encircling his arms from behind her.

“You’re joking; so, it’s nothing bad, then?” He felt her sigh.

“Yes, and no.” Her answer was vague, so he tilted his head enough so he could be see her face a little better, “but I don’t want to talk about this yet. How was recording?”

He respected her wishes, so he nodded, “it was very, very slow. Pedro and I had to re-do some vocals that for some reason got erased from yesterday’s session, and Nico wasn’t any help. He kept changing tones until I told him to pick one and stick with it.” This got him a smile.

“Look at you, being all sassy. Who are you and what did you do to my sweet and innocent boyfriend?”

“You took the beanies off and boom! New Simón!”

She gasped, “I took the beanies?”

Her boyfriend shrugged overdramatically, “I’m sure you’re the one who stole them from me, you can admit your crime now. You loved them so much you just had to have them.”

“I cannot believe you.” Her body shook in laughter, making him smile widely. He really, really, really liked having this effect on her. Making her laugh, relax, be herself without a worry from the world; he treasured this more than anything.

“Don’t think I didn’t recognize my white beanie when we went ice skating weeks ago, love.”

“That was only one! And you gave it to me because I was cold!” she slapped his hands lightly, in a joking manner.

“You still kept it.”  

He knew she had. It wasn’t that he’d lost his beanies altogether, no, but that he’d accidentally put chlorine once when washing them, and now they were all sort of… unwearable. The only one that got saved had been his white one, and she’d kept it so he was left with no beanies (he knew she was already planning on giving him new ones for their monthversary or however it was called, so he was in no rush to get new ones) for a while.

“I did.”

They were quiet for a moment. He was sure she was preparing herself to tell him whatever was on her mind; she wasn’t one to keep quiet about her feelings with him, not anymore. She would take her time, maybe go around the bush a little, but never actually stayed quiet about it. Ámbar couldn’t hide the truth that well when he was around.

“Simón?”

“You’re ready to tell me what’s on your mind, little gem?” he asked softly, taking away one of his hands from her waist to rub small circles on her back.      

“I’ve been thinking about her, and about us…” he stopped moving, his back tensing as soon as those words together left her mouth.

“You’re not breaking up with me, are you?”

She blinked.

“No?” Tension left Simón’s body and he sighed in relief, and went back to rub her the small of her back, “I’ve been thinking maybe, I don’t know, maybe it’s time we tell her we’re dating.”    

“Now?”

Ámbar blinked again, “well, obviously not right now, you fool.”

He chuckled a little, “I know that, what I meant to ask was; why now? What made you change your mind about her knowing if we’re dating or not?”

She let her head drop on his shoulder, “I just, I think maybe it’s time. I’m tired of hiding in my own house,” Her blue eyes caught his brown ones, “I’m tired of being a coward, of being controlled by her even when she doesn’t know she is doing it. I’m just tired of it all.”

Simón studied her for a minute. Her face looked the same, but there was something in her eyes that he’d never seen before; something that made his heart flutter with warmth.  He separated himself from her, and changed their positions so now she was sitting in front of him; face to face. One of his hands cupped one of cheeks softly, while the other held her hand in support.

He got closer, close enough so their lips were mere millimeters apart, and whispered, “I’m so proud of you, little gem.”

She stopped breathing, anticipating a kiss. At the last second, he changed his course, and instead of kissing her lips, he kissed her shoulder… and then moved her hair aside and began a trail of butterfly kisses up to her neck. He was sure it tickled her so, before she could start giggling, he covered her mouth with his.

His stomach turned somersaults of excitement while one of her hands buried itself in his hair and the other stroked his cheek.

It was all nice… until Amanda opened the door on them.

They both jumped off each other, Simón being careful not to send Ámbar flying off the bed in the process. Amanda stood the door, her mouth opening and closing like as if she were a fish, and hadn’t he been embarrassed enough, he’d laugh at her surprised face.

“What are you doing, Amanda? Don’t you know how to knock?” his girl shrieked, her usually pale face as red as a tomato. He could feel the heat on his cheeks, so he was sure he was blushing too.

“I’m so sorry, Ámbar! I came to check if you wanted to join us for dinner and-”

“And you didn’t think you could knock?!”

The house keeper was mortified, too, “I swear I did, miss, but you didn’t answer and the door wasn’t locked so I thought-”

His girlfriend’s red face turned to him, “you didn’t lock it?!” her hiss was enough to make him gulp. She glared at him, warning him he was going to get an earful as soon as they were alone again.    

“What is this scandal? What’s taking you so long with Ámbar, Amanda?”

Color drained from all of their faces. Ámbar cursed under her breath, her eyes glued to the door behind Amanda. Said woman looked as if she was scared for her life, and he was sure she was praying she wouldn’t get fired for this.

Simón could only think one thing.

“We’re so screwed.”  

[youre-on-a-starship]

11 Questions (Now with 22 Bonus Questions)

Rules

1. Always post these rules

2. Answer the questions given by the person who tagged you

3. Write 11 questions of your own

4. Tag 11 people

I was tagged by @outside-the-government, @kaitymccoy123, AND @enterprisewriting I’m doing all of their sets of questions in one post because I’m just that great (I also don’t want to come up with 33 new questions)

Jules’ 11 Questions

If you had the power to eliminate any one single form of discrimination (such as racism, sexism, etc), which would it be and why? Oh god... um... this is a really tough question because I feel like I have to choose who stays marginalized. God... I think I’d go with racism because... well it’s a problem. I can’t really explain this one better than that.

If you could live in any one make-believe land or universe, which would it be and why? I’d live in the Star Trek universe, hands down. I feel so at home there, it would be just so comfortable for me.

If you were an animal, what animal would you be and why? I am basically a cat. I just want sleep, occasional snuggles, and lots of sun.

Which of your teachers (in any level of education) had the greatest impact on you - how and why? Oh God... It’s somewhere between my 7th grade English Language Arts teacher and my creative writing professor from 4th year. On one hand, my 7th grade ELA teacher taught me how to read effectively and how to record what I read so that I could learn from it (and she was also one of the only ones who could be arsed to teach us grammar). But Aritha van Herk... she elevated my writing and taught me how to really be critical of my work. That is so valuable to me.

If your closest loved one came down with some awful, painful, incurable illness and you could save them in one of two ways, which of these would you pick and why: 1) you can cure them instantly, but the second you do they forget you ever existed and you must live your lives apart, or 2) you can cure them instantly, but you die in their place and they have to live forever without you. I’d pick option 1 because either way they’re going to have to live without me, and least it won’t hurt them if they think they never knew me to begin with.

What is the craziest thing you’ve ever done to impress someone? *sigh* I don’t know. I spent so many years embarrassing myself trying to impress people (read: boys) that I just... I repress those memories because the person doing that wasn’t really me. I suppose the craziest thing that *stuck* with me was my love of hockey. I tried to get into it to impress this guy and if I hadn’t been a moody teenager... well. Anyway, I really like hockey now, anyway. I actually went into the competitive stream in jr high gym for floor hockey (note: that was super dangerous for someone with my condition) just so I could play with him and show off.

How good are you at facing your fears? Honest to God, I keep sticking myself in situations where I have to deal with that a lot. I just give it a good push because I have to, and I make it work.

What characteristic do you value the most in friends and why? I value honesty. When a friend tells me that they don’t want to hang out because they’re having a bad mental health day, that means I know we’ve really made it as friends because they don’t feel the need to impress me or make excuses. And that means I’m allowed to do the same thing, which is super relaxing.

If you could wake up tomorrow and suddenly be the world’s best at something, what would it be and why? I’d be the world’s best writer so I could get all my stories picked up by peeps in Hollywood and have them made into movies so I could meet all these amazing people I want to meet.

What’s the worst injury you’ve ever gotten and how? Er... how do I pick the *worst*? THIS IS GOING TO BE GRAPHIC! I think... when I was 7 I jumped off a wall unit and broke my tib/fib just below the knee. I was in hospital for 3 days because they needed to do something fancy to get it back in line and I had a cast nearly up to my crotch to keep everything still while it healed. The alternative is when I broke my own arm kinda-sorta-not-really on purpose when I was 12. I lashed out at my brother because he was being annoying and I ended up twisting my arm while we were fighting (please note I am having horrible flashbacks while I’m writing this and I’m literally gagging at the memory), and I snapped my ulna right in two, twisting it completely out of place. I was given local anesthesia so that they could set my arm, but they gave me the wrong kind of meds and I had something akin to an LSD trip during which I verbally abused my entire family and became super afraid of narcotics. They fixed my arm, though. I’ve got 13 other stories where those came from, hit me up, I dare you.

Name one random fact that you know that people are always surprised to learn when you tell them. I’m a bellydancer. Not professionally or anything, but I’m actually really good at it and it makes me happy that I can do something beautiful with my body even during times when I don’t like my body that much.

Kaity’s 11 Questions:

What person do you most look up to in the world and why? Does Kathryn Janeway count? I honestly can never think of anyone else when I’m asked a question like this. I just aspire to be as badass as her.

What book really spoke to you, maybe even changed your view on things, and how did it do that? I want to talk about a book by Aritha van Herk for a moment. Restlessness. This book is set in my home city, for one, and it was written by my creative writing teacher. It’s about a woman who is so tired of being busy that she hires an assassin to kill her. Then they spend the evening together just talking before she makes the final call. It’s an amazing exploration of good writing, my wonderful city, the nature of being a woman, the nature of being a working woman, work interspersed with pleasure, and how to find balance. It’s amazing, please go read it.

If you could spend the afternoon snuggled on a couch watching a movie with a fictional character, who would it be? Holy... this is a really specific instance. I think my answer would be... probably Jim Kirk, actually. He just looks like a really nice guy to cuddle with, you know? It’s the strong arms. And he just looks like he’d be warm?

If you are in a bad mood, do you prefer to be left alone or have someone to cheer you up? I wanna be left the hell alone. I wanna listen to music and write and brood.

Do you judge a book by it’s cover (literally or figuratively)? It often influences whether or not I pick it up off the shelf, yeah. I ultimately *judge* a book by its contents.

What’s the one thing that people always misunderstand about you? I’m not horrendously awkward, I just don’t get my words right the first time sometimes.

What is your Harry Potter house and do you feel you were sorted correctly? Ravenclaw and fuck yes.

Do you consider yourself an introvert or an extrovert? It depends, but on the whole I’m an introvert.

What is your favourite colour?  Why? I like navy because it’s less harsh than black (says the girl who owns a metric fuckload of black), and it looks great with almost everything. It feels like a really mature colour.

What’s your most listened to song? Right now? That’s a really good question; I’ve had “Rhinestone Eyes” by the Gorillaz on repeat lately.

What celebrity would you trade lives with? Trade lives with? Oh hell, I don’t know. I wouldn’t want to saddle anyone with my life, I guess. Maybe... you know what, Margaret Atwood. She’s bomb, her work is bomb, and I want to be her someday.

Taal’s 11 questions

1. if you could travel anywhere in the world, where would it be and why? I really want to go to Germany and just live amongst my people and practice my language for a while. 2. what would you want your tombstone to say and why? Literally anything BUT “RIP.” 3. how do you feel about astrology? I take it into account, but I don’t let it govern my actions. For instance, Aries and Virgo aren’t supposed to go well together apparently but most of my friends and my partner are Virgos and here we are. 4. what is the most irritating, borderline trash ass fashion trend you’ve ever encountered? Crocs? 5. how long do you think you would last as a vegan? Maybe 45 minutes? 6. if you were to own an airline company, what would you name it and what would the slogan be?  This is the coolest question. I’d call it HobbitAir and the slogan would be “There and back again.” I’m not that creative. 7. which fictional character would you like to switch lives with and why? Can I be Lieutenant Romaine so that Scotty will look at me the way he does in TOS? 8. what subject did you despise the most throughout your education? Fucking Chemistry. Fuck. Chemistry. I just... I don’t... how can I understand something so well and still fucking fail, like I don’t even. (I didn’t actually fail chem, but I came damn close) 9. are you a smoothie person or a milkshake person? Depends on the day. In Calgary we’ve got a place called Peter’s Drive-in and there’s nothing quite like a Peter’s shake. Coffee-oreo-marshmallow, baby. 10. are you able to tell when someone is flirting with you or are you of the oblivious type? I think everyone’s flirting with me, but literally only one person has ever bothered to act on it and I had to break the ice first. So I guess it’s just wishful thinking. 11. name 11 things about yourself that you love and/or want to learn to love. N’awww I love this question ^^ I love: 1. my smile 2. my eyes 3. my crazy hips 4. my capacity for love and compassion 5. my ability to come alive in crisis 6. my intelligence and I want to learn to love 7. my creativity 8. my overactive imagination 9. my impulsiveness 10. my voice (that’s probably on everyone’s list XD) and 11. my disability.

Alex’s Questions

If you could go on a week-long camping trip with three people, real, fictional, or both, who would you go with?

If you could instantly master one physical skill, what would it be?

You’ve got a half hour to kill before your appointment and your phone’s dead. What do you do?

What’s your alignment in DnD terms (Lawful/Neutral/Chaotic Good/Neutral/Evil)? What do you wish it was?

What’s that one weird film you watched on repeat when you were a kid?

What’s your go-to style?

Do it for the vine. What’s the craziest thing you’ve done just to do it?

What never fails to put a smile on your face?

Who’s you’re favourite author and why?

What book actually changed your life?

What’s the last fanfic you read? Link it maybe?

And now I gotta tag 11 of you fine folks. @fandomheadrush, @starshiphufflebadger, @star-trekkin-across-theuniverse, @trekken81, @spacethewritingfrontier, @rae723 (hey, gurl), @schatten88 (do it, I dare you), @fanscribbling, @imaginestartrek, @imaginenterprise, aaaaaaaand @distinguishedqueenofbooks 

Can’t wait to see what y’all say!!