#and yet here I am remarking on this on tumblr instead lol

[elainemorisi]

it is goddamn astounding how much more pleasant and invigorating dreamwidth is than every other socialish media site I ever check

[xazz]

Okay now that I’m not always on the cusp of passing out from anemia we can get back to writing and posting

Pairing: AltMal, Altair+Desmond Rating: Explicit Tags: vampires, romance, servant AU, music AU, fluff, angst, flangst Status: WIP

As before Tumblr gets updated before AO3, meanwhile Patreon is like 40k words ahead of everyone. Like Malik and Altair have fucked already lol

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Altair was woken with a start to the sound of a slamming door. His eyes popped open and he didn’t know where he was. Then he looked next to him and saw a window, the curtains drawn. It was pitch black out.

He sat bolt upright, all the blood leaving his face.

He’d slept too late. He needed to go get Desmond. Oh the mistress would be furious with him! He was about to scramble out of bed when he realized he wasn’t alone in the bed.

Sitting on top of the comforter, was Desmond. “Altear,” he said when he saw Altair was awake.

“Desmond- what are you doing here— oh where am I?” He looked around in confusion. He was in a lovely bedroom. It hit him like a beam of wood. He was in Malik’s bed. The foreign vampire had insisted he take it and he sleep in the sarcophagus.

“Altear, plaw,” Desmond said.

“Not now,” he said gently. “Just a moment. I-“ he got out of bed as a figure stepped into the doorway. He froze but relaxed somewhat when he saw it was Malik.

“Ah, apologies. Did the door wake you? I didn’t think of that,” he said. Malik was unusually flushed, his skin ruddy and warm looking.

“I should have been up,” Altair said. “What’s he doing here?”

“I brought him here of course,” Malik said. “He’s been fed, its the one thing that useless mother of his does for him,” Malik rolled his eyes.

Altair remembered the conversation from last night. “Did— you talk with my masters?” he asked nervously. It would explain the slamming door and Malik being flushed from an argument.

“I did,” Malik said calmly. “We do not see eye to eye on how to treat the help.” His eyes narrowed. “But that’s not your problem.”

“... Am I going to be punished for what you did?”

“What? No. Why would you? William knows it was my idea alone.”

Altair breathed a sigh of relief. “Altear, plaw,” Desmond said.

“Desmond, I just woke up. Give me a moment here,” he said. Desmond folded his little arms. He ran his hands through his hair trying to think. “What now then?” he asked Malik. He knew Malik had ideas already. “Will you let me alone?”

“Am I such a bother?”

“I would have rather been ignorant than know what you told me,” Altair said. “I can never unknow this now. I know my stay here at the castle will be a long one. And your stay will end before that. I wish you hadn’t told me about the cellar.”

Malik frowned and he walked into his bedroom properly. “You deserve to know, and be treated with some damn dignity.”

“They already basically kidnapped me, Malik. I have no dignity left,” Altair said loudly. “You think I wanted to come here? I had a life, a livlihood. I’m my father’s only child. If he dies before this is over there will be no more luthiers in the valley,” he rubbed his face miserably.

“Do they know that?”

“They don’t care,” Altair said weakly. “They’ll care in twenty years when no more instruments are made and the ones around become broken and no one can fix them and their parties will be only full of brass and percussion. Fiddle players will keep their instruments carefully but they’ll eventually become warped with time and age and wet and they won’t sound right anymore.” Altair sighed deeply. “But right now they don’t care the only heir to the luthier family in the valley is here, in the castle, raising their son because they won’t.” He hugged himself.

Malik came closer. “Can I do anything-

“No,” he sat on the bed miserably. “No one can do anything. I’m stuck here until Desmond is big enough. Who knows when that will be,” he looked at Desmond.

“Plaw,” he said.

Altair sighed. “Alright. I need to go get the violin-

“Oh, I brought it,” Malik said and nodded to next to him. Altair looked and the case was there. “I figured you’d want it.”

“Thank you,” Altair picked it up and put it on the bed. Malik sat on the end of the bed as he tightened the bow and tuned the strings, listening carefully as he turned the pegs. It needed only slight adjustment each time, as he loosened the strings some at night so they wouldn’t have too much tension on them.

“Plaw, plaw!” Desmond cried happily. He immediately became quiet when Altair drew the bow across the strings in a rich chord. He closed his eyes and like last night started with the lullaby with a flourish before breaking off into some riffs he didn’t remember as soon as he played them. But they sounded good. That’s all the two vampires cared about, that they sounded good, they didn’t care if Altair played an actual song or not.

He played for a while before his stomach started to complain quietly. He pulled the bow across one last time as he opened his eyes. Desmond was watching with wide eyes of amazement. Malik was watching with equal intensity. “No,” Desmond complained.

“Yes. I’m hungry,” he told Desmond.

“Plaw, plaw.”

“Later,” Altair put the violin away. He then picked Desmond up and grabbed the case. “We’ll be off now,” he told Malik. “Thank you for letting me sleep here, sir. But please, leave me alone.” Malik frowned at him but he didn’t care if he’d hurt the vampire’s feelings. He’d single handedly upturned Altair’s entire life by telling him he was being treated like less than livestock and he had a miserable existence to look forward to for years to come.

He put the violin in Desmond’s room and carried the child down to the kitchen. Desmond busied himself investigating all the lower cabinets while Altair had a cold pasta salad. It had been in the cool box a while too long and was mushy. It tasted awful. He didn’t finish it and just put his face in his hand tiredly.

Why did this have to happen to him?

He looked down when Desmond pulled on his shirt. “What is it, Desmond?” he asked quietly, looking at the little vampire boy. Desmond made a motion like he was hungry. Of course he was. Just what Altair needed. To look at one of those damn vampires who lied to his face and ask them to go get Desmond a meal from the ‘livestock’. Yeah. Sure.

“Are you really hungry or are you bored huh? You had breakfast just a little while ago,” Altair said and combed Desmond’s bangs from his eyes gently. Desmond just shrugged.

He wasn’t going to ask a vampire for help. He just pushed himself to his feet and stuck one of the chickens. Desmond wouldn’t care and his parents wouldn’t know. Not like Desmond would tell them. Desmond still drank out of the big syringe, not quite coordinated enough to drink from a cup and Altair didn’t feel like cleaning up all the blood when he spilled. He put Desmond in his lap and fed him thinking about what to do.

Moonlight slanted through the thick window into the kitchen. It was well and truly dark out. Dawn was a long way away but he didn’t think it was so late yet really. Once Desmond had finished Altair left the kitchen through the side door and looked down the mountain. Castlesong still had lights on down below.

“Desmond,” Altair called. “You want to play?”

“Plaw!” Desmond jumped over to him, his useless little wings fluttering behind him excitedly.

Altair wanted a fresh, hot, meal damnit. “Okay. C’mon,” and he grabbed Desmond’s hand. “We’re going to go see the people.”

“Pople?” Desmond asked.

“Yes,” Altair stepped outside.

“Awwwww,” Desmond looked up. It occurred to Altair then that he’d never taken Desmond outside before. “Altear,” he pointed up at the stars and the moon.

“That’s the moon, and the stars,” Altair said. Desmond jumped like he wanted to fly but his insectoid wings were far too weak to carry him. Altair just smiled and led him down the stairs away from the castle.

On the road he hoisted Desmond up so he didn’t trip and continued the walk down to the town. Desmond reached up trying to grab the moon and Altair just chuckled. At least his wings had curled back up against his back.

It was late enough that the pub was mostly empty except for the lag abouts and drunks. A half asleep bard was in the corner plucking at his guitar, slumpee over the fat belly of the instrument. Altair sat with Desmond at a booth so he could lock the boy against the wall. Desmond’s mouth was open and he was staring all around in wonder at the building.

The maid came over, looked like she had a snide remark but noticed the vampire sitting next to Altair. Even if she didn’t know Desmond’s teeth still barely fit in his little mouth and hung open they were like little jagged knives behind his lips. She didn’t say anything at all. Altair just ordered the stew and bread, fresh bread, and an ale. The maid retreated, casting a look over her shoulder at Desmond as she left, white as a ghost.

“This place is neat huh?” Altair asked Desmond, propping his chin up with a fist. “It’s called a pub. Can you say pub?”

“Pup,” Desmond said, popping the second p.

“Pub,” Altair said back, popping the b instead.

Desmond giggled. “Pup pup,” popping the p each time. Altair smiled.

“That is a puppy. This is a pub.”

“Pub,” Desmond finally said.

“Good boy,” and Altair gave him a squeeze.

“Pup,” Desmond squeaked and Altair just chuckled. “Pupie? Pupie?”

“It’s a little... dog. But you don’t know what a dog is,” Altair sighed.

“Doug— dougy?”

“I’ll find a book with a dog in it, okay? And maybe a puppy too.”

“Pup pup,” Desmond peeped. Then he leaned back against the seat when someone came up to their table.

It was the bard with his fat bellied guitar. “Eavening,” he said, tipping his head to Altair.

“Morning,” Altair replied and the bard smirked.

“Mind if I join ya?”

“Depends on what you want.”

“Never seen a vampire before. He’s real little,” he smiled at Desmond who sunk under the table.

“He’s shy,” Altair said. “But he likes music.”

“You don’t say?” The bard swung his guitar around to be over his chest. “Well I happen to know a guy,” and he plucked a little ditty as cheerful and bouncy as a new fawn. Desmond’s eyes appeared over the top of the table with interest. “Ah, you like that huh?” he asked Desmond. Desmond nodded. “Good taste you got there, young master,” and the bard played a song Altair recognized.

“Come In, Come In, we'll do the best we can

Come In, Come In, bring your whole bloody clan

take it nice and easy and we'll take you by the hand

set ye down and treat ye 'dasent' I'm a valley man”

Altair felt himself singing along a little as the bard played. Desmond was enthralled. He crawled under the table to sit on the other booth seat to be closer to the bard. As the bard started the chorus the maid returned with Altair’s stew and bread. She eyed the bard but didn’t say anything and also didn’t ask Altair for any money. Good. Fuck her.

The bard had turned to Desmond now as he played and sang, bouncing his foot to keep the beat. It let Altair eat in peace. He hummed along to some of the song. The bard was very good and had a nice voice. After a few songs Desmond started making noises like he was singing along too and the bard started repeating verses so the child could catch on. Altair had by now finished his warm meal and was just watching them. It was cute to see Desmond happily going along with the bard just like a human child would. If you ignored the teeth and the eyes he even looked like a human child.

The bard played a fast song high on the register. A song he probably only sang to show off. He had a good range and could get those high notes that would normally require a woman singer to reach. But reached them. Desmond beeped up there at the high register too, trying to match the bard’s high chords. Then he did something that made Altair go white. He opened his mouth wide, far too wide for a human child, for a moment it looked like he was tearing open his mouth, and displaying a huge assortment of teeth so he could scream at a high octave. So much so that it made the glass of Altair’s tankard sing.

The bard jumped back, the music stopping abruptly. Altair lunged over the table and clapped his hand under Desmond’s chin to close his mouth, abruptly shutting off the sound.

The noise had roused the drunks and the lay abouts. They were all turned towards their little booth. The bard was white as a sheet and looked visibly shaken to really see how big Desmond’s mouth was and how full of teeth it was. “I think that’s enough for tonight,” and Altair got up and picked Desmond up. He protested but Altair paid him no mind. “I’m sorry for the trouble,” and Altair put the money he would have used to pay for the meal onto the table for the bard.

“No. No!” Desmond cried as Altair took him out of the pub.

“Yes,” Altair said sternly once they were outside. “You scared that man.”

“Plaw!”

Altair took some steps away from the front door and set Desmond down, then he took a knee in front of him. “You can’t do that,” he said sternly. Desmond folded his little arms, pouting. “You scared him. You made him afraid. Like when the light comes in from the outside sometimes when we don’t close your drapes all the way? That’s scary right?” Desmond nodded. “These are scary,” he pushed Desmond’s lips open to indicate his teeth. He knew Desmond wouldn’t bite.

“Wha?”

“Why? Because you’re a vampire, Desmond,” he said patiently. “I don’t have teeth like that, see,” and he bared his teeth at Desmond. Desmond nodded. “But outside vampire teeth are very scary to people.”

“Bad?”

“No. Not bad. But if you want people to like you you need to not frighten them,” he stroked Desmond’s hair gently.

“Altear do?”

Altair softened. “Yes. I like you. Do you feel bad?” Desmond nodded. “If you want people to be okay with mistakes you’ve made you need to say sorry. It’s important to apologize.”

“Altear, sowwy,” Desmond said, his little lips pursed sadly.

Altair hugged him. “Apology accepted,” he said gently. “Now let’s go home, okay?” When Altair picked him up Desmond didn’t protest. He just leaned on Altair’s shoulder and watched as they walked out of town and back up to the castle.

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[dawninlatin]

Haste

A Feysand Modern AU One Shot

Words: 4433

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Summary: Feyre comes back home after quitting college and breaking up with her boyfriend. During a night out, she starts seeing her friend Rhys in a new light. (Warning: There is some smut by the end)

The title comes from the song “Haste” by RY X, and if you wanna vibe, I suggest you go listen to it:)

A/N: Sorry for how long this note is, guess I had a lot to say, lol. This is actually the first fic I ever wrote, but I wanted to repost it, because I had only posted the AO3 link before, and wasn’t happy with that format. I would like to take this opportunity to thank all my amazing followers and readers!<3 

When reading through this fic, there were so many things I wanted to change, (like, why did I think it was a good idea to have every other word written in italics?? And I’m so sorry for the cheesy dialogue and suuuuper long paragraphs...), but I decided to keep it as it was, because it shows how far I’ve come from that day in February where I sat up half the night writing, thinking that no one would ever read this, because my English wasn’t good enough, and my writing wasn’t good enough. 

Yet I still posted it, and the response I got was more than I ever expected! This, along with all the other response I’ve gotten on all my other fics, has helped me so much with my writing, but more importantly, has helped me become the person I am today. So thank you so much, to everyone who takes the time to read, to everyone who likes, and reblogs, and leaves comments, and keep encouraging me! Thank you to all you wonderful people I have gotten to know on this app, tumblr has become a second home for me! From the bottom of my heart, I love y’all!<3<3<3

This was not how Feyre had pictured her night. Had she been the one to decide, it would consist of greasy pizza, a bottle of tequila and some crappy rom-com. Feyre had gotten as far as scrolling through Netflix in search for one, when her best friend Mor walked in the door of the apartment and declared that Feyre better get her ass of that couch, take a fucking shower and put on some decent clothing, because they were going out.

Feyre hadn’t felt like she was in the right position to protest; it was Mor’s couch she’d been occupying for the past week after all. Had it been a week already? she wondered. A week since Feyre had finally broken up with her asshole boyfriend Tamlin and then jumped on a bus to California, because the only person in the world she wanted to be with then was Mor. She had felt the need to share this victory with the only person that could always make her feel better. Of course, the high had ended as soon as she stood on Mor’s doorstep, where she had taken one look at her best friend and turned into a sobbing mess. That was about how she had spent the following week as well. She didn’t want to cry over the bastard, but he had been part of her life for the past two years, and she had loved him. Once.

So instead of spending the night on Mor's couch, wallowing in self pity, Feyre now found herself standing in the middle of a dance club crowded with drunk, sweaty people, playing way too loud music - the blinking lights making her dizzy. She had borrowed one of Mor’s dresses - and though this was considered modest in Mor’s eyes - she found herself constantly pulling at the black fabric, not comfortable with how much thigh it showed off.

Feyre scanned the room, trying to find her friend, and as she was about to declare the task impossible, she eyed a red dress and a head of blond curls. Mor was elbowing her way through the crowd, drinks in hand, accompanied by two men Feyre recognized. The tall, muscular one with shoulder-length, dark hair and a cocky smirk was Cassian, and the slightly shorter one with a shy smile was Azriel.

As they approached her, Cassian went in for a one-armed hug. «It’s good to see you Feyre!» He grinned at her, and she found herself grinning back despite her unhappy mood earlier. She really had missed these people.

«Hi Feyre, you look well!» Feyre looked up to see Azriel smiling at her, accompanied by an awkward wave. He was more of the quiet, observing type of guy, but that was exactly what Feyre liked so much about him. He was quiet, yes, but the silence was never uncomfortable.

«You as well, Azriel.» She smiled back at him, then turned towards Mor, who handed her a drink.

«Don’t look so shy Feyre. You look amazing tonight!» Mor winked at her, then gestured to the rest of the club. «You should have seen all the guys eyeing you when we walked in. Actually…if you hadn’t been my best friend, and straight-» she made a disappointed face at that, which made their whole group laugh, including Feyre, «-I totally would have slept with you.» Feyre laughed even more at that, but Mor was right. She felt good tonight. Sexy, even. She felt something she hadn’t felt in a long way. She was excited for what the night - the future - would bring.

«I might not wanna sleep with you, but I think that brunette at the bar wants to.» Feyre nodded her head towards the young woman ogling her friend.

«Hell yes!» Mor exclaimed. She put her arms around Feyre and Azriel’s shoulders. «Tonight, ladies and gentlemen, we’re gonna get laid!»

«Cheers to that!» Cassian laughed, lifting his drink. As Feyre sipped hers, she felt light, almost giddy, with excitement and joy. At the same moment, she noticed someone was missing from their small gathering. Rhys.

She couldn’t fathom how she hadn’t noticed before. Mor’s annoying cousin was difficult to ignore whenever he was present. The prick always teased, always came with innuendos, or witty remarks. He had the biggest ego Feyre had ever encountered. Still, Feyre found herself to be missing Rhysand’s snarky comments and their never-ending banter. Before she had time to stop herself, she spoke the sentence: «Hey guys, where’s Rhys?»

Cassian wiggled his eyebrows at her, but she chose to ignore him. «He’s coming later. Had to work overtime» Mor answered. Feyre nodded, before quickly switching the subject over to their plans for the rest of the summer.

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As soon as they had some alcohol in their blood, Feyre and her small group of friends moved on to the dance floor. Feyre was jumping around, singing along to whatever song they were blasting, joking and laughing with Mor and Cassian, teasing Azriel for not wanting to join them. They looked like idiots, but they were happy idiots. She could feel the heavy bass in her whole body, along with her beating heart. She was so, so happy . Happier than all of last year combined. Hell, she hadn’t been this happy since high school, when she, Mor, Cassian, Azriel, even Rhys, had been together almost every day. Always laughing, joking. But that had been before Tamlin, and before she had been stupid enough to move halfway across the country for college.

Feyre scolded herself for thinking about Tamlin again. The point of tonight was to forget him. To have fun. And she was having fun, and she was happy. So happy that at any moment she could grow wings and disappear into the night. She had no worries. No worries of the home she had left behind, or college, or her ex-boyfriend, or what tomorrow would bring. She was here, now, and she felt fucking amazing.

Feyre heard Cassian greet someone, and turned just in time to meet a pair of shockingly blue eyes. Rhys. Her breath caught, her heart thundering in her chest, and she found herself not being able to look away. He held her gaze, refusing to be the first to break eye contact. Feyre didn’t know if it was the lights, the music, the alcohol, the warm summer night, still young and full of possibilities, or the feeling of finally being free, but it was as if she was seeing him for the first time.

Had he always been this handsome? she asked herself, taking in his lean, muscular form, his tight-fitting jeans, the white shirt opened just enough to show off the tattoos swirling across his chest. She stared at his sharp jawline, his soft lips, his eyes, so blue they were practically glowing, his dark, messy hair. Oh, how she wanted to run her fingers through his hair.

A cough from Mor made Feyre tear her eyes away at last. I must be drunker than I thought , she mused. This was Rhys she was thinking about. The man who annoyed her to no end. The man who was known for his many hook-ups and one night stands and flirts and just- argh.

«How nice of you to finally show up,» Cassian said as he threw an arm around Rhys’ shoulder and handed him a drink. Rhys made a comment that had Cassian roaring with laughter, but Feyre didn’t hear what it was, because Rhys was looking at her with such an intensity that it made her insides tingle. Stop it, she thought. You had a boyfriend just a week ago.

«Hey Feyre. It’s good to see you again.» Rhys smiled at her, but it wasn’t his usual cocky smirk. It almost looked a little sad. Feyre suddenly found the floor very interesting, not being able to keep herself from blushing or biting her lip. She could feel his eyes on her. Burning. Then Mor shouted «Who wants shots?», and the moment was over.

-

The night went on. They drank, they danced, they talked about college and hook-ups and high school. Feyre almost wanted to cry at the feeling of how familiar it all was. She had been afraid that her moving to Boston would change everything - and it had, for a little while - but she was back now, and everything was normal. Except for Rhys, maybe. Something had definitely changed between the two of them.

Gone was the teasing and never-ending banter. In its place was something brand new. They hadn’t said anything to one another except for pleasantries for the entirety of the evening, but Feyre caught him staring at her constantly, with this sad, longing look in his eyes. And to be honest, she hadn’t been able to keep her eyes off of him either.

Right now, they were all sitting at the bar, watching Cassian stick his tongue down the throat of some random blonde on the dance floor. Mor suddenly stood up, announcing she was gonna go try her luck with the woman she had been flirting with all night.

«Come on, Azriel. You’re gonna be my wingman.» His protest died on his lips as More pulled him after her.

All there was left, was Feyre and Rhys. Not able to meet each others eyes.

But Feyre was feeling brave this night. It might have been the alcohol, or the still-lingering high of having broken up with the asshole that had made her life miserable for the past year. She muttered a quiet «fuck it», downed her drink, stood up, and looked her friend straight in the eyes. «Do you wanna dance?»

Rhys’s face was lit up by a bright smile. «I thought you’d never ask, Feyre darling.» Her insides warmed at the familiar nickname, and she found herself smiling just as brightly. Rhys took her hand, leading her to the dance floor, where some old EDM shit was playing.

Feyre didn’t care about the bad music, or the bright lights, or the sweat coating her body. She was here with Rhys. His body was so close now, and she could smell his all-familiar scent of citrus and sea.

She lost track of how long they danced. None of them were any good at it, but they were laughing and having fun. Feyre felt 17 again, jumping around, sweaty and drunk, but happy. «God, I missed this!» she exclaimed, grinning at Rhys, just as the fast rhythms and heavy bass switched over to a slow ballad.

Hesitantly, Feyre glanced at Rhys, suddenly feeling shy and unsure. He raised his eyebrows in a silent question. She understood what he meant immediately, and nodded, biting her lip. Rhys stepped closer, and put his arms around her waist. She placed hers around his neck, swaying along with the music.

She looked at the man in front of her. Really looked at him this time. How had she not noticed before, how strikingly beautiful he was? His sharp angles, kissable lips, silky hair, the blue eyes she could get lost in if she stared for too long. Said eyes were taking in her just as intensely at the moment.

«You are so beautiful tonight, Feyre.» His voice was hoarse, laced with restraint. Feyre felt a longing, deep within herself. She wanted to tell him he was beautiful too, wanted to kiss him, wanted to cry, wanted to just leave, wanted to stay in his arms forever. She wanted to be his.  She did neither, couldn’t find the courage to do so.

Instead, she stepped closer, and pressed her forehead against his, feeling his strained breath against her lips. Everything around them disappeared. The world narrowing down to the two of them, together, forehead against forehead, in the midst of a warm night in June.

Then the song ended, and the moment was over. Feyre stepped back, but she continued to hold his gaze. Rhys looked towards the exit. «Come, I wanna show you something.» He grabbed her hand, and then he was leading her through the crowd. They walked past Mor, who muttered a «fucking finally!» that made them both chuckle.

Outside, they were surrounded by warm, summer air, a chill breeze running over their exposed skin. Rhys looked at Feyre with mischief in his eyes. Butterflies fluttered in her stomach.

«What exactly was it that you wanted to show me?» she asked, not being able to hide her curiosity.

«You’ll see, just trust me.» Rhys looked giddy with excitement. He was bouncing on his feet now. «Follow me, we don’t wanna miss it.» Then he started walking. Fast.

«Miss what?» Feyre shouted after him, but he didn’t answer. Rhys just kept on walking, and she struggled to keep up with him. «I have shorter legs than you, remember? And I’m currently in heals, which puts me at an unfair disadvantage.» He stopped a few steps ahead, an amused look on his face.

«We have to wait a few minutes now,» he announced, all serious. Feyre looked around where they were standing, a few blocks away from the club. The whole city was sleeping. The sight of the quiet, empty streets bewitching.

Then a bright, yellow bus stopped in front of them. Also empty. She followed Rhys onto it, confusion growing more and more. «The bus? Where exactly are we going?»

The puzzled look on Feyre's face made him chuckle. «I swear, the mystery will be worth it once we get there. Now, we could have walked, but then we would miss it.» He must have seen the question forming on her lips, because he raised a finger. «And no, I still won’t tell you what it is.»

She rolled her eyes and muttered a quiet «prick». The nickname made him laugh, and she laughed with him, because Feyre hadn’t called him that since high school. It had been way too long since they’d been together like this. Still, under all the joking and laughing, there was an unfamiliar tension that hadn’t been there before.

-

After only five minutes, Rhys announced that they had reached their destination. He stepped out onto the street, and led Feyre towards a beach. The sight in front of her was breathtaking. The dark waves crashing against the sand, the sky - the nearing dawn making it a deep pink - birds flying over their heads, and Rhys, who had taken off his shoes and started walking towards the ocean. Feyre followed him, slipping out of her heels. The moment she felt the familiar California sand under her toes again, she laughed with joy. A rich and warm sound she hadn’t made in forever.

Rhys, who was standing in the water now, looked up at her, the same bright smile on his face. He waved at her to hurry up, and she walked the final steps to him. The sea was warm, and the salty smell of it was amazing. It was home. She looked towards the horizon, where the sun barely had begun to rise. Then she looked up at Rhys again.

«The sunrise. That’s what you wanted to show me.»  Rhys only nodded, before looking ahead of them. Feyre took in the sight again, and she felt something she hadn’t felt in a long time. She wanted, no, she needed to paint.

Her thoughts were disturbed by Rhys, who was now sitting in the sand, jeans cuffed up to his knees. «Come sit with me, Feyre.» He patted the spot next to him.

Feyre stepped back and sat down, feeling the waves crash against her legs. She looked to Rhys, and said the only thing that could come to her mind with a playful smirk on her lips. «How did your dad take it when he found out his only son was gonna major in English, and not business?»

Rhys grimaced. «He was pissed at first, even threatened to write me out of his will, but he came around - eventually.» They chuckled at that, both knowing how angry Rhys’ father could get, but also how he always gave in when it came to his children. «How about you? How’s all the art stuff going?» Rhys asked, his eyebrows raised in question.

«Urgh,» Feyre cringed, «I dropped out in March, haven’t touched a paint brush since.» She should have been sad or ashamed when admitting that, but she felt good, knowing she had made the right choice. She had been miserable in Boston.

Rhys looked at her, concern lining his face. «That bad, huh?»

«What can I say? Boston sucked, and I would much rather be here, with you guys.» She grinned at him, and he grinned back.

«So you’re back for good now?» Feyre only nodded, turning back towards the rising sun.

The sight in front of her was hypnotizing. «I didn’t realize how much I’ve really missed home.» The words were out before she managed to think. Rhys only hummed quietly beside her. Seemingly lost in his own thoughts. Feyre turned towards him. His eyes were closed, a small smile on his lips. «What’s on your mind?» she wondered out loud.

Rhys opened his eyes then, and looked at her. «A thought for thought?» he suggested. She smiled at the reminder of the little game they used to play when they were younger. «I can begin,» he continued.

He looked towards the horizon again, taking a deep breath. «I’m thinking that when I walked into the club tonight, I was so happy to see you, because you were so happy. You were dancing and laughing and I thought that finally we had gotten our Feyre back. After you left for Boston, and after you met him, it was as if you disappeared.» Feyre tried to swallow the lump in her throat. He sounded wounded, almost. Did he really care about her that much?

«You visited, of course, but it was like a stranger had replaced you. You were a shell of who you once used to be. You stopped laughing, stopped making inappropriate jokes, and I missed you. God, I missed you so much.» Feyre felt like she might cry at his words, but she didn’t. All she did was stare ahead, and take his hand. She squeezed it, encouraging him to continue. He squeezed back.

«As I said, when I saw you tonight, I was sure we had gotten the old Feyre back. Mor told me what had happened in Boston - why you were back - and I was sure that everything would return to normal between us.» He took a break, clearly anxious of saying what was next.

«But everything isn’t back to normal. Something has changed. I can feel it, and I think you can too.» He looked at her now, that intense longing once again in his eyes. She met his gaze, and suddenly felt brave enough to say:

«I can feel the change too, yes, but I think it’s a good change.» Then she leaned in, and kissed him.

Rhys went completely still at first, and Feyre was afraid that she had misunderstood their conversation. Then he seemed to realize what was happening. He put one arm around her waist, the other tangling in her hair, pulling her closer and deepening the kiss.

His lips tasted salty, she thought, but sweet at the same time. She could get drunk on him alone. Feyre was breathless, and dizzy, but she decided this was the best feeling in the world.

She was kissing Rhys.

He pressed his tongue against her lips, and she opened up for him, moaning at the sensation. She put her hands in his hair, slightly pulling at it. The silky strands feeling soft in her fingers.

Kissing Rhys was everything, but at the same time it was not enough. She needed more. Needed to be closer, needed to feel more of him. She pulled away slightly, breathless, heart thundering, blood rushing in her ears. Rhys looked at her, just as breathless, a hungry gleam in his eyes. «How far is it to your place?» He only smirked in answer.

Rhys stood up, picking Feyre up with him. She laughed as he almost dropped her, then she wrapped her legs around his waist. He didn’t walk far before they reached a small house. Rhys put her down, pulled a pair of keys out of his pocket, and unlocked the door.

Feyre marveled at the place as they stepped inside. It was small, but it was stunning. Large glass windows facing the ocean, green plants covering every available surface, and several over-filled bookshelves. She turned to look at Rhys, who had stopped in the doorway, staring at her taking in his place, surprise clearly written on her face. She took a step towards him. Then another. And another, until their mouths crashed together again.

Rhys moved his lips over her jaw, down her throat, her neck. Feyre moaned, struggling to get his shirt off fast enough, both minds clouded with lust and the haste to be as close together as possible. Skin to skin.

She finally managed to open the last button, pulling off the fabric. Feyre took in his muscled, tan chest and the many tattoos covering it. She leaned forward, and pressed her lips to the spot right above his heart. She could feel it hammering beneath his skin. She moved upwards, ghosting them over his collarbone, his neck, his throat, his jawline, then finally his lip.

Rhys grabbed her face, kissing her with such an intensity it made her dizzy. She was about to start fumbling with his belt when Rhys pulled away. «Are you sure you want this?» he asked, all out of breath, voice cracking, and Feyre would have thought his consideration and worry to be cute, had she not been so desperate to press her naked body against his. So she only nodded, and stepped back to pull her dress over her head. She wasn’t wearing a bra.

That seemed to be the end of Rhys' restraint. He took a step towards her, grabbed her under her thighs, and hoisted her up so she was sitting with her legs around his waist. Feyre moaned at the feeling of him pressing against her, hard and ready, and she felt a warm throbbing between her own legs.

Feyre let out a breathy «why the hell do you still have pants on?» that made Rhys chuckle. She felt the sound moving through his whole body. He walked across the room, laid her down on the bed and quickly got rid of his pants. Feyre almost drooled at the sight of his large cock. She reached out a hand and stroked him through the thin fabric of his boxers. Rhys groaned at the feeling, and leaned over her, placing his mouth on one of her nipples.

It felt exquisite. Rhys, his wandering hands, her body tingling with sensation, his hot mouth on her skin. She needed more, more, more. Feyre pulled his cock free, and he kicked of his underwear. One of his hands reached the band of her own panties, a finger dipping into her core, then slowly circling her clit.

It was too much and not enough and she needed more. Rhys slid off her underwear, and all of a sudden there was nothing between them. «Do you have a condom?» Feyre didn’t know how she managed to form words at this point, but he reached behind her and grabbed one. Feyre took it and rolled it on him, while his mouth explored every inch of her breasts, and his hand slowly stroked the bundle of nerves at the apex of her thighs.

Feyre needed him inside her, now. She lined his cock up with her entrance, then she looked him in the eyes. He took her hint, slowly, oh so slowly, pushing himself in, not breaking eye contact.

Feyre moaned at the feeling of him filling her, widening her. He was thick and warm and it felt amazing. She pulled his mouth to hers, and he pressed his tongue inside her, filling her in two places. He pulled out slightly, then pushed in to the hilt this time. Rhys groaned at the sensation, his hand still drawing circles over her clit.

It felt so good, she was seeing stars. The wave inside her rising and rising with no end as Rhys picked up his pace, slamming to the hilt and hitting that magic spot every. damn. time.

Words like more or faster or deeper filled the warm air around them. Rhys buried his head between her shoulder and neck, moaning her name. Feyre felt her pussy clench around him, nearing that sweet, sweet edge. «Rhys, I need to…»

He seemed to understand what she meant, because he went even faster, fingers pressing down against her clit, and fuck it felt so good! His eyes met her eyes, his forehead pressed against her forehead, and she felt his words as a breath against her lips. «Come, Feyre.»

Those words pushed her over the edge immediately, wave crashing over her like nothing ever had before. It lasted a lifetime. That sweet, unending pleasure. She clenched around him again and again, until he started losing control, losing rhythm, and at last he came with her, groaning.

When it was over, the world around them went quiet. The sun was shining through the curtains, a new day beginning, Rhys collapsed on top of Feyre, stroking her disheveled hair away from her face. «That was…» she didn’t know how to end that sentence. She wanted to stay here with him forever. Just the two of them. Skin to skin.

Rhys looked at her, amusement coloring his face. «Intense?» he suggested. Feyre chuckled, tapping her fingers against his chest. He pulled out, turned on his back, taking her with him, so that she lay on his chest, ear placed right over his heart.

«I was gonna go with best sex of my life, but intense works too I guess.» He laughed at that. A warm, loud laughter that she could feel in her whole body. He kissed the top of her head, and pulled a blanked over them.

As Feyre lay there, feeling Rhys draw slow circles on her back, listening to the waves, letting the steady beat of his heart and the sound of his even breaths lull her to sleep, she knew that nothing would ever be the same after this night. She felt almost electric with excitement over what the rest of the summer would bring. One thing she was sure of, Rhys would be part of it.

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SnK Episode 60 Poll Results (for Anime Only Watchers)

The poll closed with 159 responses. Thank you to everyone who participated!

Please note that these are the results for the Anime Only Watchers’ poll. If you wish to see the results for the Manga Readers’ poll, click here. 

Anime only watchers, beware of spoilers if you venture over to the manga readers’ poll results.

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RATE THE EPISODE 130 Responses

And we’re back! An explosive premiere brings the series back. The vast majority seemed to enjoy the episode, with only 2.3% of folks giving it a score below a 3.  

I thought some of the directing in the action scenes was odd and the music didn’t feel as well integrated/utilized as in past seasons.

If this season is consistently as good as this first episode, AOT will indeed end as a perfect masterpiece

ARE YOU HAPPY ABOUT THE CHANGE FROM WIT STUDIO TO MAPPA? 127 Responses

The Studio change from WIT Studio to MAPPA was a subject of much scrutiny and debate before the season’s release. With almost 61% showing some form of enthusiasm about a new studio’s take on the series. The opinion is not uniform, of course, with just over 18% stating their preference for WIT studio. Slightly less (17.3%) can’t give an answer yet and the rest don’t seem to care at all.  

I wished MAPPA would make the latter episodes a little more vibrant and lessen the blur

mappa as some of my favorite shows (banana fish, yuri on ice, etc) so it was kinda cool to see they picked up AOT szn 4 ! i’m excitedly waiting to watch the next episode, (and with my ‘watch partner’ aka tumblr friend who discusses with me as we watch LOL).

WHAT DO YOU THINK ABOUT THE CGI TITANS? 127 Responses

If there’s one thing that’s rather controversial about the series’ animation adaptation, then it’s certainly the use of CGI (particularly when animating Titans). The opinion of the fanbase seems to be rather positive, nonetheless. 72.4% of responders gave the CGI some praise (be it more open or more reserved), while 18.2% were more negative about the use of CGI. At the bottom was 9.4% who stated that they preferred WIT’s style of CGI to the one utilized in the episode.  

cgi wasn't bad but I was disappointed that it wasn't the 2d animation from the trailer

HOW DO YOU FEEL ABOUT THE NEW OPENING? 128 Responses

When it came to the season’s opening, there was a positive response, with more than 72% expressing a favorable opinion. 21.1% didn’t seem to care for it and about 6% stated that they thoroughly disliked it. 

OP is WAY too overrated, nowhere near as good as the original, too much glorification of the kind of nationalism that led to Nazi germany's rise to power

HOW DO YOU FEEL ABOUT THE NEW ENDING? 130 Responses

The new ending received very similar scores, with a similar figure of more than 72% expressing a positive view of the ending and a little over a quarter not caring for it. The proportion disliking it was much lower however, with only 2.3% of folks expressing those thoughts.

HOW DO YOU FEEL ABOUT THE 4 YEAR TIME SKIP? 126 Responses

One of the grandest developments that came about in this episode is the fact that a 4 year time skip has occurred since the defeat of the Warriors in Shiganshina. Although there is a sizable minority expressing negative feelings (13.5%), the definitive majority is coming in with enthusiasm (70.6%). The rest are still thinking this change over. 

wtf is going on? Who are these new people? Why are we supposed to care about them if they're from Marley? Where are the main characters? Yeah, I suppose Reiner and Zeke technically count as MCs, but there is an appalling lack of 104th characters that needs to be fixed asap!

HOW DO YOU FEEL ABOUT THE SETTING CHANGE? 125 Responses

In a similar vein, a remarkable new development is a change of setting. The majority (almost 61%) see it in a positive light, while 16% seem to dislike it. Just over 19% aren’t certain yet. 

After what Reiner and co. did, I am not at all interested in their side of the story and just want Eren and co. to completely decimate these people

Fun to meet new characters but I'm eager to know whats going on with the characters we know

It feels a little disorienting but it's a logical progression of the story

Strange

Wouldnt mind the change of setting if we at least had it from the 104th's perspective

I wasn’t expecting it to be so focused on new characters, and I was disappointed at first but I’m indifferent now.

Not liking the new perspective. At least for this new batch of kids. If Reiner and Zeke are going to be a major focus for a while, wouldn't a short series of flashbacks for their pasta work better than a completely new spin-off from the main story?

WHICH NEW CHARACTER IS YOUR FAVORITE SO FAR? 125 Responses

As this episode introduced a lot of new characters, we got a colorful pie chart for this one. The plurality of responses (40%) chose the kind-hearted Falco, while 28% went with passionate Gabi. 14.4% chose the caring Colt and 13.6% went with the cool Jaw Titan holder. The last couple of responses picked out the stoic General Magath and the quiet Zofia. Poor Udo didn’t get a single vote!

I loved it. I love the new art style, my favorite scene was Gabi destroying the train, she's awesome. I really love Falco as well and Colt. Galliard's titan design is sick

I literally don't give a shit about these new kids, I don't care about their story, just bring back EMA and the 104th already!

WHO DO YOU THINK WILL INHERIT THE ARMORED TITAN? 125 Responses

Another colorful pie chart! An almost even split for the (possible) future inheritor of the Armored Titan. 37.6% believe Falco will take it, while 27.2% went with Gabi. 33.6% do not see any of the cadets inheriting Reiner’s titan and the last couple of votes went ahead to Zofia instead.

WHO HAD THE BETTER GLOW UP? 127 Responses

When drawing comparison to Reiner and Zeke’s looks in the previous season, there was a clear favorite among the responses - Reiner, with 74%. Zeke had the preference of 15% and those who didn’t feel like either of them “went through a glow up” took 11%. 

can we acknowledge how good zeke, reiner, and [redacted] looked 😌🥰

REINER PLEASE FUCK ME

WHAT DID YOU THINK OF THE JAW TITAN? 126 Responses

New season, new setting, new titan! The vast majority of viewers seem hyped about the Jaw Titan and find its design really cool. 15.9% aren’t as thrilled about it, and 9.5% haven’t decided yet. Most of the write-in comments implied a connection with the Jaw Titan. But for the purpose of avoiding spoiling those who haven’t drawn the same conclusion, we won’t be publishing them. Just know we see you. ;)

i was lowkey scared lmao

CART TITAN - BETTER WITH ARMOR OR WITHOUT? 127 Responses

We are reunited with the eerie Cart Titan from S3, but this time flexing cool armor and machine guns on its back! The overwhelming majority of respondents prefer it better tricked out in its armor, over a small minority who appreciate its natural creepiness more.

MOST OF THE EPISODE FOCUSES ON GABI. WHAT DO YOU THINK ABOUT HER? 124 Responses

Gabi appears to be a point of controversy among anime viewers already, with 38.7% viewing her favorably, 37.9% viewing her less favorably, and 16.9% not sure how to feel about her yet. Some comments feel she is similar to Eren in some ways, while others found her annoying. And yes, she did break international law. :P

Eren, but smol and female xD

I hate her already

I think she’s awesome

She's like Eren was

she passionately creepy but i like her lol

shes annoying

Gabi is SO annoying istfg really hope Falco gets more focus than Gabi, he seems nicer and more relatable

FALCO MENTIONED SOMETHING ABOUT “FLYING AROUND WITH A SWORD” AND “ATTACKING TITANS.” WHAT DO YOU MAKE OF THAT? 126 Responses

Overall, no one seems to know what’s going on, though many are theorizing that this is related to the paths, titan powers/memory transfer, or Eren somehow. What could this mean for the future of Falco’s character?

Dig at anime viewers returning to S4

He saw the memories of a survey corps member

I have a couple theories, regarding the memories that intelligent Titans share back and forth

maybe he had one of those flashback/forward things that erens dad had

WHO DO YOU THINK WAS BUYING THE NEWSPAPER AT THE END? 126 Responses

Nearly 90% of respondents are certain that this mystery character is someone we know, while just a small handful of people believe it’s someone new, and about the same amount not ready to make a call one way or the other yet. Some write-ins on the poll had guessed specifically who the character may be already. But we won’t spoil you just yet. 👀

The end credits guy is definitely someone we know, but I highly doubt it's Eren

The sharp-looking dude at the end just HAS to be someone we know on Paradis, there's no way they'd just throw us in to this new cast of nobodies without some connection to the main characters

WHAT DID YOU THINK OF ELDIANS BEING USED AS WAR FODDER? 126 Responses

The treatment of Eldians on the mainland is something that the majority of respondents see as detestable, with 87.3% finding the use of them as war fodder to be downright cruel. A smaller amount of people either felt it was a necessary evil, or didn’t feel strongly about it one way or the other. 

Literally waiting for the 104th to show up and fuck shit up for these inhumane monsters

That's what happens in the real world. The persecuted minority gets used as war fodder.

i d k 👀

DO YOU THINK IT’S POSSIBLE FOR RELATIONS BETWEEN ELDIANS AND MARLEYANS TO IMPROVE? 123 Responses

Colorful opinions mean more colorful pie charts! Most viewers feel that there is no way for the relations between Eldians and Marleyans to improve (30.1%) or that relations will never improve, with the exception of a rare few who are sympathetic to Eldians (22.8%). A smaller amount (totalling 32.5%) feel that it’s possible for things to improve whether it be due to a change in Marleyan leadership or due to the two sides having to come together for the greater good. 14.6% of respondents stand in the middle ground, unsure of whether relations can improve or not.

ADDITIONAL THOUGHTS ON THE EPISODE?

Honestly at first it was very confusing but overall I enjoyed it

So when do we get to see the 104th again?

I figured there would be more modern technology involved in the story, but I'm not a fan at all of the direction it's going so far. Makes me worried the ultimate basement reveal was the peak of AoT's greatness.

it was action filled!!! although i was sad so see that there are 16 episodes n not like 24(i think), it means every episode is gonna deliver!!! off to a great start, op and ed are amazing. renier had a nice glow up and JEAN WAS THAT U AT THE END?? yessir!!! beast titan looked ugly asf but when was he not ugly?? LOL

Idk wtf that opening was but I kinda like the ending. Falco seems like a good kid. I just REALLY hope he doesn't end up doing anything to hurt the protagonists (I fully expect Gabi to, she's already a violent ax-crazy kid)

just give me some Armin

WHERE. IS. EREN?

WHERE DO YOU PRIMARILY DISCUSS THE SERIES? 124 Responses

Thanks again everyone for participating in the poll! We look forward to seeing your responses for next week’s episode!

[smalltowndetective]

Hey! So, I am super new to tumblr, but I finally made one to talk about Wayhaven. I’m a writer, and I suppose this snippet is my application to the fandom, lol. It’s just something small that I have been working on for the past few weeks, and if I don’t post it now, I don’t think I ever will. Anyway, I hope you enjoy! (Formatting may get a little messed up, but hopefully it will still be readable)

https://archiveofourown.org/works/26565814/chapters/64764400

(I think there is another way to publish links, but this is the Ao3 link)

Pairing-Thea and Felix

Words-1.6 k

It was the middle of the night at the warehouse.

               Most supernatural races did not need sleep, and vampires were included in that, but with how almost deathly quiet the warehouse was, you would have expected that somehow, all four vampires that resided there were all somehow asleep at the same time.

               Cutting through the quiet however, there was a noise.

               The noise that had woken Felix up.

               Not that it was an awful noise to wake to. The small sounds of a melody, simple yet complex all at the same time.

               Oh, of course, the piano.

               The piano was originally Nate’s, who knew how to play quite well, though it had been months since he had played last, and Felix had never known him to play this late.

               Might as well see what he’s doing up.

               He made this way to the social room where the piano was, the melody quiet, yet sweet, something like standing on top of a hill on a summer day.

               But when he made is way over to the piano, he found the person on the piano bench was not Nate after all.

               It was Thea.

               The detective was staying at the warehouse that night, and she had gone to bed hours ago, needing the sleep more than Felix and the others did. But here she was, looking as beautiful as ever, her dark brown hair pulled messily in a ponytail that ran to her waist, the firelight making her pale skin almost seem to glow. It took his breath away, as she always did. Thea had not noticed him come in, and for a second, he wanted it to stay like this, peaceful, and it surprised him, due to his normal subversion to quietness. However, he knew he could not stay silent forever.

               “Well, isn’t this unexpected?”, he says, a grin in his words, “Didn’t expect you to be up.”

               Thea stopped playing, and looked back up at him, a shy smile that he knew so well on her lips, “Sorry”.

               “Don’t be”, Felix shrugged, “I’m always happy to see you”.

Thea shook her head, but Felix could see a small blush on her face. She had never been a hard one to fluster, and it always put a spring into him when he was able to, finding it endearing.

               “You wouldn’t mind if I asked to sit next to you?”, he then said, gesturing to the piano bench, having the sudden desire to be closer to her.

               “No, of course not”, Thea smiled, but Felix could see something behind her gunmetal blue eyes, and it gave him pause. In the few months that he had known her, she had never been one to stay up late, always going to bed no later then ten. But he put that thought behind him, and he moved to sit next to her, their shoulders brushing, making his nerves flare, but in a happy sort of way. But at the same time, Felix felt an intense calmness from being around her, unlike anything he had felt with anyone else.

               A few moments of silence pass while the two of them gazed at each other, it finally being broken by Thea, her voice not more then a whisper, “I hope I didn’t wake you, I just couldn’t sleep”.

               Felix almost made a joking remark about her able to wake him anytime at night, but he could again see that quiet sadness in her eyes, so he decided against it, instead changing the subject.

               “I didn’t know you could piano”, Felix said, a grin on his face, “That’s pretty cool, I don’t have the patience for that sort of thing” He chuckled out the last bit, and when Thea did not immediately answer, he continued, “You know, Nate plays piano, you should tell him, he’ll probably love to talk about it”.

               “I’m really not very good”, Thea stammered, averting her eyes from his gaze.

               “Nonsense”, he scoffed, “Have you heard yourself? Give yourself more credit, Thea, you’re pretty amazing.”

               That was enough to turn Thea bright red, and Felix tried not to chuckle at her flustered state, not wanting her to think he was making fun of her.

               “Th-Thank you”, she finally said, her face still flushed, but she was looking back at him, and Felix gently wrapped his arm over her shoulders, bringing the two of them closer together then they already were. Ever since the maa-alused, they had not had many moments of being alone together, and he wanted to savor it as much as he could.

               “So, what are you doing up?”, Felix said, turning a little to face her, “You sure you’re doing okay? Did you have another nightmare?”

               “I did”, Thea muttered, and Felix reached out to hold one of Thea’s hands, and smiled a little when she entwined their fingers.

               “Yeah, what happened with Murphy was…”, he struggled to find the correct word, “Awful. It’s okay for it not to be completely figured out yet. Being kidnapped isn’t something that I don’t think anyone can just put behind them”.

               “That wasn’t exactly what I was dreaming about”, Thea mused, lost in thought, “Well, it’s sort of related, I guess”.

               “Then what was it?”, Felix said, who felt like he could not help himself but ask, genuinely confused to what she could be possibly referring to.

               “Do you remember when we were fighting Murphy after running from my apartment?”, Thea asked, and he nodded in response, “Well, when Murphy threw you against that lamppost, and you… fell to the ground...”. Thea swallowed hard, and then continued, “I was really scared that I would… never see you again”.

               For only a few times in Felix’s life, he was struck speechless. He could not form the words on his lips that he wanted to say, his chest feeling constricted from him just breathing, and he grasped her hand tighter, but he was not sure if it was for Thea or for him.

               “I had only known you for a few weeks at that point”, Thea said, like she wanted to fill the void between them, “But Felix, I- I lost my father when I was two, and even though my mum and I have always been close, I’ve always been scared I would lose her too, and even though it doesn’t make sense.. I… when I woke up in Murphy’s lair, what scared me the most wasn’t being there, even though that did scare me a lot, it was never seeing you again, and I had no idea what happened to you, and I didn’t know if you were okay, and- “

               Thea bit her lip, in what a seemed like an attempt to stop talking, with what looked like the start of tears at the edge of her eyes, and even though Felix knew her heart was pounding, he could barely hear hers over his own. He had known how much of what happened with Murphy had affected her, but he never realized that she felt this way about it. He still remembered the dread and fear when he woken up, with nothing he could do except drag himself back to Thea’s apartment, and it still was something that still haunted him.

               “I guess what I’m trying to say”, Thea said, obviously noticing Felix’s quietness, “Is that I’m really scared of losing you, and that I’m afraid that I won’t be able to do enough, and I’ll again lose someone that I deeply care about”.

               At that, Felix brought her into an embrace, her head on his chest, and he slowly ran his fingers through her hair, and he finally found the courage to say something.

               “You know I’m scared of losing you too, right?”, he said, then he whispered softly, “More than you can know”.

               Thea sat up in surprise, and almost breathlessly, said, “Do you really mean it?”

               “Of course, I do”, Felix said, the smile finally back on his lips, but it was not his usual grin, it calmer and almost more genuine then it normally was. He remembers back to a few weeks ago now, the night that he had kissed her for the first time, and how he had been nervous that it was only a kiss to Thea, when it had meant so much more to him. He had never felt this way with anyone before, and to know that Thea was scared of losing him too, well, there was not much he could say to describe how that felt.

               Felix then leaned forward, and he lightly rested his forehead on hers, and moved his hand into her hair, and tenderly kissed her. The kiss was gentle, but it still felt passionate, and no matter how many times they kissed, he did not think he would get tired of it.

               When the need for air called them both, they broke apart, and Felix felt elated at the smile that was on Thea, and after the heaviness of their conversation, it made him feel better then anything else he could think of.

               “I really should get back to sleep”, Thea said, “We have an early meeting tomorrow, and I don’t think Adam will be happy if I’m falling asleep through half of it”.

               “Oh, come on”, Felix pouted before he could stop himself, “We don’t get enough time together as it is.”

               Thea shakes her head, but she moves to her put her head on his shoulder, “Alright, I’ll stay for a little while”.

               “Yes!”, Felix exclaimed, unable to hide his glee, and he wraps her to him close. After what felt like a few moments, he heard her heartbeat slow, and realized Thea had fallen asleep, and even though his arm was falling asleep, he did his best not to fidget, the happiness flooding through his veins that he knew that no matter how long he is was Thea, would never calm.

This truly is the best thing that could have ever happened to me

.I am also open to requests! It may take me a while, due to school, but I would love to write more, with this same pairing or different ones!

[themilky-way]

paris {s.r}

gif credit: sincerelycalum on tumblr

pairing: spencer reid x female! reader

summary: while working on a case in paris, you and spencer realize that there may be more to your friendship than you think. how long until the city of love casts a spell on you? based on this song.

warnings: none i think it’s just fluff  (like everything I write lol)

author’s note:  this long af bc this was supposed to be a series and this would’ve been the second part but the first one i posted didn’t do well lmao. so instead, just enjoy this one shot and maybe i’ll post the first one again if u guys want but idk. also we a lil bold in this fic bc we love confident queens

grabbing your go bag and cell phone from the charging port, you quickly made your way to the jet that was already waiting for departure. the team was ready to make their way to paris, france on a case for a serial killer that migrated from california. it had been difficult for everyone, considering the unsub wasn’t leaving much evidence. 

despite it being for work, you and the team were excited to explore one of the most beautiful cities in the world. if you thought about it, it was kind of like killing two birds with one stone: the opportunity to finally catch a gruesome killer and a vacation. morgan was practically shaking with anticipation as he kept getting up from his seat and bothering garcia every five minutes and then going back. 

“just think about it, baby, all the smokin’ hot people we’re gonna meet. I mean, it’s called the “city of love” for a reason!” derek rambled to penelope as she typed away rapidly on her computer. 

“this isn’t a vacation, sugar, but yes I’m aware of all the potential babes we might encounter. and for that, I prepared another bag,” she giggled as derek started to laugh along with her. he raised his hand to high five her and she lifted hers too, lightly patting it. 

“oh you’re bad bad aren’t you,” he laughed, and they both continued to talk too rapidly for the others to understand. meanwhile, you had grabbed your seat next to emily and right across from you was spencer. you and emily were talking about god knows what, the range going from guessing the types of desserts paris had to perhaps renting a motorcycle for your stay. the banter between the both of you was endless, and you even started watching a french movie to get some pointers on the language. 

between the jokes and wondering remarks, you didn’t really notice that spencer was observing you the whole time. sure, he could play it off as if he were judging both of his coworkers for their lack of knowledge on french culture and linguistics, but he wasn’t really doing that, was he? no, in fact, he was watching you in such depth, the way he’d look at the pages of a book, and taking in every aspect that you had to present. he was, in the most simplest way it can be described as, mesmerized.

the day spencer realized that he looked at you this way shocked him. to be completely honest, it scared the hell out of him. he never pictured you as anything more than a friend, and he always thought you were too relaxed for a job like this. he told himself that he’d leave the matter alone, that their would be no thinking or second-guessing of any kind. but the second he’d lay his eyes on you, it’s like the rules he made up never quite existed. however, the more he looked back on it, there was one question that urged this matter forward: am I gonna find out why?

he shook out of his deep concentration to look up at the voice that was now speaking to him. his eyes focused again and he stared at you confused.

“reid, you okay? you’re spacing out on me, buddy,” you said, head turned slightly from the position you were seated in. you had shifted in your seat to face emily, your left leg bent on the cushion and your right giving you stability on the ground. 

“sorry, I was busy thinking.”

“well, try not to use that big ol’ brain of yours too much yet, we’re gonna need it when we land,” you said, giving him a small wink. he gave you a small smile while a tiny smear of rose-colored blush crept its way onto his cheeks. it was a friendly gesture; everyone on the team did it so you thought, “why the hell not?”

reid opted to read a little bit while on the plane so that he could get in some new interrogating tactics for when they met the unsub. you and emily continued to watch french movies and spot all of the hot actors and actresses you thought would be fake, penny and morgan, well they were on a whole different level of fun. the only ones quiet and doing some work was hotch, jj, and rossi. 

the plane slowly began to descend, butterflies erupting in your stomach from the fall, before the captain announced, “we are now ready to descend and are getting ready for arrival.”

when the captain finished, hotch began, “alright, listen up, team. the location of this case was by chance and we shouldn’t get distracted by anything or anyone. do your job quickly and efficiently as you’ve always had.” he spoke sternly, his shoulders were straight and his face emotionless and heavy with sleep. to any other person, hotch would be a zombie who helped solve murder cases, but to the bau team, he was their leader and they admired him. 

“oh, come on, hotch! if we work extra hard these few days and have enough time by the end of the wee-” you began before getting cut off. 

“yes, we can stay a while and explore the city. the unsub and the evidence altogether looks promising, so hopefully we can wrap it up quick. but don’t stray from your path in the meantime.”

everybody nodded and “yes, sir’d” before standing up and grabbing their luggage from the compartments at the top of their seats. everyone walked out in pairs and headed for the taxi cars that were waiting for them. you took emily, morgan took reid, jj and penelope partnered up, and of of course rossi and hotchner stuck together. at different paces, the team agreed at a nearby hotel closest to the paris police department that had called them. getting your bags in the car, along with the rest of the girls’, you made your way to the hotel to check in and drop your luggage off.

at first glance, it looked like a simple building; a cream color adorning the walls and some very intricate, sophisticated street lamps aligned on the perimeter of the parking entrance. before entering, there was a sort of roundabout you had to pass in order to reach to valet parking, and in the center of the roundabout, was a water fountain. it was simple, yes, but to parisians only. to outsiders, like the bau, it was already quite elegant. the ladies, including you, pitched in a little to pay for the ride and once you got out, there was a young man who offered to take your bags inside. 

“avez-vous besoin d'aide, madame?” the boy said. all of you looked at each other a little confused because even though you thought it might’ve helped, watching french movies for nine hours with emily wasn’t doing it. 

“he’s asking if you need help with these. here,” penny clarified before putting her tiny hello kitty handbag in yours, “let me handle it.”

she walked up to the somewhat tall boy, looked him over once, and said in the thickest french accent there was, “oui je fais mon doux muffin merci beaucoup.” she did a tiny hair flip to her blonde curls and came back to where the rest of you were standing.

“penny, uh, what exactly did you tell that boy?” emily said, stifling down a small giggle.

“nothing, i just said “yes” that I needed help and “thank you very much.”

“no, no, the other part. there must’ve been another part to it. tell us!” jj said, grabbing penelope by the shoulders and shaking them lightly. 

“what other part?”

“the one where you made a boy dressed in victorian era clothing blush like a maniac over some luggage,” you laughed. to this, garcia started to laugh too and then even harder. you and the rest of the girls had puzzled grins on their faces, but the inkling of seeing your friend laugh so hard was reaching your guys’ throats too. 

when she finally caught a breath to speak, she said, “I called him my sweet muffin!” at this, you and the girls broke into heaves of laughter, and couldn’t stop. you and jj had to bend down and place a hand on your stomachs’ to stop them from hurting a little. after a while, there was no words just the intake of small breaths and exhaling them out for control. when the fun comedy was over, you guys followed the boy and his friend inside the hotel lobby. `you took turns registering, and when you were all done, you saw that the rest of the team had beat you to it. they were sitting down in a cushion area near the front desk and were waiting for you guys. 

“okay, now that the rooms are ready, you all can pick a partner to dorm with. it doesn’t really matter, but just choose wisely. I know some people get too crazy when they’re together,” hotch announced, flashing a look at you and garcia before handing out keys. you and emily teamed up per usual, and the rest pairing up in the same order they had been in before. once everyone was ready, you started to make your way up to your rooms while making small chatter with the rest of the gang. emily inserted the key into the lock of the door, and as soon she opened the door, your eyes’ were met with the most delicate and luxurious room you both have ever encountered. 

on either side of the room were two king sized beds with victorian style bed sheets; the design on them were floral, the pastel shades of the roses tracing the outline of the bed beautifully. the ends of the sheets were long, but shabby, which added a nice, elegant, and almost romantic feel to it. 

in the middle of the two beds was a small isle that allowed one person to walk on it at a time. at the end of it, was the entrance to the balcony, which gave view to the famed Eiffel Tower. the small cities, parks, and lakes, that made up the ground portion of the tower were now completely lit up, giving way to an entire new feeling for you. you set your bags on the bed, pushing the cushion down with your hand to feel the softness of it, and made way to the balcony.

“i’ll be right out here, em, if you need me,” you said, waiting for the small “yup” that came from her before proceeding. as soon as your leg crossed the small threshold to the other side, the fresh, cool breeze of the night flooded your senses. you smiled and took in the emotion it gave you, fully crossing over to stand against the railing now. you took in the sights first. the trees that shaped the parks swiveled against the current of the wind, couples of all ages walking hand in hand, admiring how the moon and the stars matched so well to their love. the lights of the tower gleaming brightly and almost seemingly looking at you, as if they asked you, “don’t you realize, (y/n)? don’t you pay attention?” 

paris, and everything it was offering you at that moment, put you through a trance. one where you began to actually speak to the lights, the very same ones that millions of others had fallen in love under. “realize what? I do pay attention, i always have, but what is it I need to notice?”

you kept staring and looking around, if the lights actually were talking to you and this wasn’t a dream, and that you weren’t crazy. you looked around the balcony and walked on it to spy a tiny clue your instincts informed you about. soon enough, you noticed that the balcony was shared by the room next door. you placed your right hand on the rail to kneel down a bit and see if you could figure out who the room belonged to.  

“maybe it’s penny, oh god please be penny. i’m not in the mood to see rossi in scooby-doo underpants...” you whispered fairly. just when you saw a dainty silhouette about to exit the restroom, you turned around to your end of the balcony. 

“(y/n)? are you spying on- (y/n), we’ve been here one hour! our hot, paris boyfriends can wait until we catch the unsub,” emily, whose head was the only part of her body on the outside of the balcony, whispered. “come on, get changed into some comfy clothes. we can take a look at the victimology together.”

standing up, you made one quick glance at the room and the figure was already gone and so was the light. thanks for that, eiffel tower lights, you thought. you crossed to you room again and took a shower before arranging your clothes according to the days of your stay. you put your pajamas on and climbed onto one side of emily’s bed to wait for her to come out of the restroom, since you guys took turns brushing your teeth. 

after about a half and hour of rearranging victimology statements and connecting photos from the crime scene, the both of you were ready to go to sleep. emily turned off her lights and you took one last glance at the view before doing the same. 

and then you heard footsteps on your balcony. 

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“you guys think I can woo a french girl tonight?”

“honey, with those shoes? not a chance,” garcia pointed out. morgan made a pout at her response and then acted as if he was offended. the team laughed and then raised their glass in unison and took a sip. the case, overall, went well. you guys managed to catch the unsub in an isolated tunnel and brought him over to the parisian authorities. you and jj had taken the only victim left alive to the station to make one final statement to the news. the rest of bodies were given proper burial and the families were finally given closure. 

because the team had performed beyond excellent, and there were still a few days left before your departure, the team opted on celebrating on a night out. currently, you and your friends were seated around a small circular table inside a local bar, chatting away at whatever came to mind. 

you chose to only drink mineral water, mostly because you knew that you were technically still at work and you didn’t want to risk being drunk in case of an emergency. reid, in a similar manner, chose a glass of soda to toast with. but while doing so, he found himself looking at you in the same way he did on the plane. he hadn’t been able to take in your features that night, but as everyone was so deeply distracted, he began to notice everything. 

he looked over your outfit for tonight, a red, plaid mini skirt with a black turtleneck. the shirt itself was fitted to your body and allowed your angles and curves to be accentuated perfectly. the skirt permitted your legs to be highlighted in a decent, and elegant manner. your hair was loose tonight, and with every breeze that made its way through the bar windows, it caused small strands to caress your face lightly and some to stick to your lip gloss. the heels, oh god, the heels. it drove him crazy; the delicate way in which they clicked when you walked on the concrete, how they would sometimes cause you discomfort and force you to stop and fix it,  how your gentle hand had grasp his shoulder for balance or else you’d fall. 

everything about you tonight was immaculate. no matter how hard he forced himself to look away from you, to stop thinking of you in any other way than a coworker, and to just drink his soda which was becoming less carbonated with every passing second, he just couldn’t. and it was scaring the hell out of him. 

you on the other hand, were still trying to decipher what the tower lights had asked you. what was there to realize? you were here, in paris, the city where millions of people fall in love, to fight a serial killer. the chances of you finding love, especially on a balcony where you had spied on a stranger, were slim. 

by the time you finished your thought process, you noticed that hotch was looking at you with a puzzled expression. 

“everything alright, (y/n)?” he softly asked you. 

“yes, sir, just thinking. is it okay if I head back to my hotel?”

“yes, of course, you might even catch reid on the way there. he left a couple of minutes ago.”

“thank you, sir. good night,” you spoke and got up from your chair, adjusting your skirt as you did so. huh, he left? weird, you thought. you left a tip for the waiter and bid farewell to the rest of your companions before grabbing your coat and clutch and exiting the bar. 

it was rather close to your hotel, so within a few minutes you had reached your dorm and set your things down. sitting down on the edge of the bed, you bent over slightly to unlatch your heels and slip them off your feet. you set them aside and you laid on your back for a few minutes. the only light in your room was the bathroom’s as you didn’t like strong lights shining during the night, so these dimmed ones would do. 

you closed your eyes for a little while and just let the sounds of the city flow through you. you had one opportunity to experience paris, and you weren’t gonna take it for granted. for a while, only your small inhales and exhales of breath were audible, the aura of the room peaceful. 

it wasn’t until you heard footsteps, the very same ones from that other night, on your balcony. your eyes flew open and you pushed your body upward to look back at your window. this is my shot, my chance, you thought. could it be a super old man who was here on vacation? yes. could it rossi, who might’ve gotten the dorm next to yours? maybe. were the possibilities of who the hell was on your balcony in a parisian hotel endless? again, yes. 

but you had to see for yourself, figure out what exactly the universe, paris, was telling you. so you got up from your bed and creeped quietly to the window and slid it up. you crossed the threshold, and even though your light was limited, you were able to make out a tall, thin figure. you inched a little closer, hands crossed over your chest to appear somewhat like a normal human. you wouldn’t have figured it out until he spoke. 

“(y/n)?”

his voice sent shivers down every inch of your body, and no, it wasn’t the cold air of the city, it was him. it was spencer. it caught you by surprise, the feeling his voice gave you, but you tried to play it off. he never made you feel this way, why now? 

“(y/n)? you okay?” he spoke again. this time you lightly shook your head and walked closer to where he was standing so you could lean on the railing now. his body followed yours, and now you were able to make out the perpexled look on his eyes. 

“hi, yeah, I’m good. just didn’t expect to find you here, that’s all,” you spoke quietly, unsure of yourself. he noticed, obviously he noticed, it’s spencer. 

“yeah, same here. I heard footsteps the other night here but I had just taken a shower so I didn’t come out until later.” you glanced up at him when you realized that he was the figure that was in the restroom you’d seen. the one you had spied on and probably would’ve seen naked if emily hadn’t interrupted. a tiny blush made its way onto your cheeks, and you were quite thankful the dark covered the rosy color a little. 

but spencer wasn’t dumb, much less stupid, and if he noticed every little detail about you tonight, he saw how you became around him. and god, he sure did like it. “oh, well that’s good, i guess,” was all you could mutter. so you turned your body now to face the tower, elbows on the railing and hands folded together. he saw the shift in stance and he followed, so now you were both side by side and looking at a view that somehow resembled your emotions for one another. 

“hey spence?”

“yeah?”

“have you ever fallen in love?”

his voice hitched a little and he felt his throat tighten. he let out a small cough to mask the impact of your question, but he found the strength in his voice to retort.

“what makes you ask?”

“no, no reason, i was just curious, ya know. being in paris and all,” you answered. you began to feel intrusive for asking such a personal question, but it had seemed easy for you to do so because of your friendship. you were looking at him as you replied, but then looked back towards the view again. the both of you stood in silence for a couple minutes, your guilt seeping in more at this point. 

“only once. it didn’t end well for the both of us,” he broke the silence. you turned your head to look at him, and you were about to open your mouth to say something when he spoke again. 

“but it happened a long time ago. i don’t think about her anymore.”

you straightened up a little and you continued to face him, prying a little deeper than you should be. “so who do you think about now?”

he glanced at you, his face quickly returning back to the nature displayed in front of him and then looked back to you. a small grin began tugging at his lips, as if he meant to ask, “is this your way of playing with me?”

you gazed up at him and took this sudden swerve of confidence to glance at his lips, and then back up to him, your own smile forming. 

“she’s standing on a balcony with me in paris.” 

[hereisisa]

not-so-dear @glittering-snowfall , I’m sorry your resentment over me had come to the point where you had to make YET ANOTHER post against me, maybe try to get over it? Take a walk?

Anyway here I am, answering, since once again you openly attacked me (while I ignored you), so let’s remember here and now that you started it.

I’ve noticed you make a post about how hard it is to be a multishipper at least once a week……If you find it so hard….maybe try to take a walk? You can’t pretend people here will turn the elsanna tag into a multishipper heaven, because most fans don’t ship anything else.

You do, that’s great, but you can’t turn others into multishippers. Especially when the options are ridiculous compared to elsanna.

You mentioned an incident that’s happened the first time into this fandom. I remember posting a @demonfencer fanart here, tagging and linking her TWITTER. Because I was new to the fandom, and I had no idea they had a tumblr too. I fucking tagged their twitter instead than her tumblr and you went ballshit crazy over it!!!!

You and your friends attacked me, you did NOT made me notice something was wrong, you rudely attacked me. I remember the tags in the post where you attacked me. Check those damn tags! You made me feel obviously unwelcome, over a WRONG link.

I was here, getting angry remarks by you all, while in my DMs I was talking with @demonfencer and we were both confused at the uproar. LOL

I’m NOT sorry for not kissing your ass while YOU all attacked me over a wrong link.

I had no idea you were the queens of the fandom. lol well now you’re not anymore cause…multishipping, right?

I remember you, @glitteringsnowfall , calling TOXIC people in the elsanna tag fot NOT LIKING KRISTANNA.

You called fellow elsanna fans, REAL PEOPLE, TOXIC because we didn’t like a fictional character. JESUS CHRIST GET A GRIP!

I never insulted Kristen Bell. I’ve never been rude. I made negative remarks about her imput to Frozen 2. It’s LEGAL, not toxic, and will keep happening in my posts.

It’s called FREEDOM OF SPEECH. Google it.

Me and @beingpassionateabout did NOT alienate @angelshikuza , HER MULTISHIPPING DID.

Maybe she realized her pro-kristoff attitude didn’t really belong to the elsanna ship? She’s welcome to interact with every elsanna posts if she wants, It’s NOT LIKE I’LL EVER STOP CRITICIZING FROZEN 2, KRISTOFF, KRISTANNA OR ELSAMAREN, SO SHE COULD JUST BLOCK ME AND MOVE ON WITH HER LIFE.

I blocked her, and you, @glitteringsnowfall

I NEVER insulted the acctress who plays HM. I don’t even know who she is on twitter or instagram. I made remarks about her attitude, of course, but since I never tagged her, how you can tell I “hated” on her?

It’s MY FUCKING OPINION. And I’m allowed to write it on MY BLOG. Pretending somebody else doesn’t speak their mind cause you don’t like what they say…IT’S FASCIST.

And I’m NOT calling you fascist, I’m saying that IF you think this, your attitude is fascist.

I think that actress had a “fame lover” attitude, I said it, and I’ll say it again. I’m not tagging her, I’m not insulting her, it’s my opinion, and HERE WILL STAY. If people are HURT BY MY OPINIONS….I suggest therapy.

Being hurt by STRANGERS’ opinions, sorry….but it’s so damn weird and dangerous.

You shouldn’t give all this “power” to strangers, as I am for you.

Now, elsanna is a ship based on true love, if you’d truly love and respect your fellow shippers, you’ll let them do, write and think what the hell they want.

You’ll not try to turn them into multishippes, you’ll let them make fun of the dude and the 52 seconds of screentime characters, and you’ll respect their opinions. Even if you don’t like them.

THIS is true love. ;)

I’ll stay in the fandom, I’ll stay in the tag, I’ll keep loving elsanna and making fun of kristoff, kristanna, honeymaren and elsamaren.

Don’t like it? Block me.

AND FOR THE LOVE OF GOD STOP TALKING ABOUT ME. I don’t want to worry about having you as my personal stalker. Please.

[tottwritesfanfic]

Fanfic Authors Tag Game

Thankee for tagging @moramewhq​

AO3 name(s): Tottwriter, [REDACTED] Fandoms: Haikyuu!!, Digimon (a little lapsed, but I still tinker with my WIPs!), sliiiightly BNHA, and I have a TUA wip which I will someday resume. I try not to venture into new fandoms but, you know...I fail. Number of fics: I have 56 posted works, but also, uh... a few which I haven’t gotten to posting yet.

1. Fic I spent the most time on:

Um. Oh jeez. I mean, I guess nothing has overtaken Hope’s Fire just yet, because that’s the monster. Hopefully nothing else will? XD

2. Fic I spent the least time on:

Well this is genuinely a toss-up, because I have a few which I wrote for 20 minute prompt game fills, and then hardly even bothered to edit before they were thrown up on Ao3 without a backward glance.

Annoyingly, some of them are among my most popular works.

3. Longest fic:

Hope’s Fire! As I said, it’s the monster, currently clocking in at ~144k. My longest completed fic is The Ocean’s Curse though, which is 62.4k!

4. Shortest fic:

Okay so my shortest fic is actually a bit of weird experimental stuff I wrote for Starbound, which you will note I did not list in the fandoms above, lol. It’s old and weird and 351 words long... I don’t think anyone wants to read it. You don’t want to read it.

5. Most hits:

Hope’s Fire! It’s not really surprising tbh, given how long ago I started it and how many chapters it has. 

6. Most kudos:

Hope’s Fire wins this one too! I bet you’re all really shocked to learn this.

7. Most comment threads:

...imma give you lot one guess. 

8. Favorite fic I wrote:

fuck. Er. I dunno? I mean I write because I like writing them, you know? But honestly if I have to narrow it down... Parallel for the ‘serious’ fics, and either Press Play or (Not) Moving On for my more lighthearted stuff. It’s hard to pick when I swing between such tone extremes!

9. Fic you want to re-write:

I mean this is probably gonna sound really dumb but...kinda also Hope’s Fire??

Hear me out tho, because it’s complicated (and also I sorta already am). This fic started in 2015. I love it wholeheartedly, and I keep coming back to tinker and I wish life would stop throwing so much shit in my way and let me devote a bit more time to fic-writing so I continue it properly. 

But the periodic and spaced-out returns have meant that every time I knuckle down I end up re-reading the whole fic for continuity and tone reasons. You can probably see where this is going. Each time I read my old opening I cringe. It’s just not up to the standards of my writing today and it bugs me.

If I’m being brutally honest, part of the reason I haven’t updated it in so long is that I keep getting distracted going back and tweaking/fixing old chapters rather than focusing on new ones. It’s a bad habit but one I just can’t seem to kick.

10. Share bit of a WIP or a story idea you’re planning on:

You know, I’m actually gonna give two. I’ll drop them below a cut because this got long, but I know I have both Digimon and HQ peeps here and it’s sucky to be in the fandom that doesn’t get the love. I can’t promise when I’ll manage to get either of these posted (I’m trying to avoid adding more works to my Ao3 until they’re actually, you know, finished) but...they exist!

First up, we have Fun and Games at the Adventure Cafe

Yes, this is exactly what you think it is:

The notice on the door said “HELP WANTED” in large, sensible font.

The addendum “Enquire Within” sat below it, equally formal.

Scribbled underneath in scruffy handwriting was just one more addition:

     ‘as in we’re hiring. dw we know what we’re doing.’

   The notice on the door the following morning was back to plain old:

     HELP WANTED      Enquire Within

…It lasted half a day or so, at least.

As Sora remarked later, it was a wonder they got any applicants at all. Then again, as Taichi remarked, it wasn’t as though a lot of places were taking on extra staff—which was something of an oddity as the summer approached.

“It’s that swanky place round the corner,” he said with disgust, peering out of the window. “Bastards are driving everyone out of business.”

“But not you guys, right!” piped up their current interviewee. “You’re doing great! Honestly, as soon as I saw the sign I knew I had to apply. I’ve always wanted to start my own ramen business, and I figure I ought to start out with a popular place like this and get some real experience in the industry, you know?”

“Er, yes. Right,” Sora remarked, looking over his application. “Well, Daisuke, I will have to warn you that as a new hire you’d be working front-of-house rather in the kitchen, but if you’re okay with that—”

“Eh, just tell him he’s hired already,” Taichi replied, turning back to face them with a grin. “Yamato could definitely use a hand in the kitchen sometimes, so taking on a future all-rounder makes total sense.”

From the look Sora shot him, it perhaps didn’t, but Daisuke was already practically leaping to his feet with a grin, exclaiming that they could totally rely on him, and he absolutely would not let them down and could start the next day if they needed him to.

Next up, for my HQ peeps, here’s a little snippet from Connection Problems, my longtime langushing halfway chatfic. I’m not sharing the chatfic stuff because formatting tumblr is hell, though. 

Kenma always suspected that being a third year would turn out to be a pain, but he’d rather hoped his fears wouldn’t be realised within the first few weeks of the school year. Really, it’s bad enough that Kuro, Yaku and Kai have left, and that everyone else nominated him for the role of Captain (he’d talked them down to being Vice Captain instead, but that, apparently, was as low as they were prepared to go). He does not need Taketora constantly pestering him about—of all things—a chat group as well.

“Come on, I thought you and Kuroo were like, joined at the hip or something! Don’t try and act like you don’t miss him now he’s at university.”

He shrugs. “I have a phone. We’re keeping in touch.” Because, really. That’s all that matters, isn’t it? Why does everyone have to complicate things so much?

“Yeah, but, it’s not the same, right? Besides, what the hell! You spend all that time on your phone as it is. And even Fukunaga joined, right?”

Kenma glances over at Shouhei, who nods, grinning sheepishly. Drat.

“Still, I don’t have that chat app you all use,” he says. “It’s too much trouble setting it up, when I can message Kuro just fine.”

That should have been the end of it. Any rational person would have seen that it was no good, and left him in peace. Kuro would have, certainly. Not pushing—never pushing, actually. Just nudging him along a little, and even then, only when it comes to volleyball. He’s learnt all of Kenma’s limits over the years.

But the thing is, Kuro isn’t there any more. It’s just himself, Taketora and Shouhei, and okay, Shouhei never pushes—he hardly ever says anything, for that matter. But Taketora is clearly some sort of demon and he, Kenma, is being punished. Maybe he really pissed someone off in a previous life. Maybe this is a penance so he can piss someone off in his next life with a free pass. Either way, the badgering doesn’t let up.

Kenma holds out until the 27th of May. Seven weeks of hassling is more than enough for anyone.

Aaaand for tagging how about: @ahiddenpath, @humandisasterbuckybarnes, @mooifyourecows

[terra-writes]

Nature’s Shackles (Fenris x Female!Hawke Hanahaki Disease AU) Part 2

So I had this done at the same time as part one and I was going to space these out by a week then ended up forgetting about this with everything picking up in my semester. So belated but I hope you guys enjoy! Idk when part 3 will be out but hopefully soon as my semester ends next week and I’ll have more time to write!

Want to start from the beginning? Tumblr likes to hide posts that link to other ones from the search now, but click on the “nature’s shackles” tag below to filter stuff for this story!

Word Count: 3,600 words even I am proud of this lol

Warnings: Angst, blood will be coughed up with the petals in some cases, but it gets progressively worse, canon-typical violence and gore

          The last few rays were just hanging onto the horizon by the time Fenris stood in front of the large oak doors that marked the entrance to Anders’ clinic. He looked above to the lantern, feeling the corners of his mouth turn down when he saw the flickering tips of the flame inside. Part of him had been hoping that Anders would have already closed down for the night by the time he arrived, and he could use the excuse to retreat back home and figure out some other method for himself.

          He raised his fist to the wood, hesitated, and lowered it again. He cursed himself within his own mind. Right now, his biggest hindrance wasn’t the flowers suffocating him within his lungs, but his own pride at asking for help. Especially from Anders. As much as he loathed the thought of showing weakness to an Abomination, even he had to admit that this problem was bigger than his own pride. So why can’t I just knock on the damn door? He let out a groan of frustration aimed at himself and without thinking, hit his fist against the door to vent some of it. He hadn’t even realized what he did until he heard a muffled call from inside the clinic.

          “It’s open come in!” He stared at where his fist was still against the worn oak in bewilderment. I guess that works, he thought. He took one last breath to steady himself and attempt to calm the last of his lingering anxiety that seemed to spark back up at the sound of Anders’ call. As he stepped in, his nose was immediately assaulted by the overwhelming smell of different herbs. It almost overwhelmed him, and he had to fight against the urge to cough lest he give himself away barely three steps past the door. As he looked around at the empty cots lining either side of the clinic walls, he let out a sigh of relief when he saw that the mage was currently turned with his back to the elf, clearly focused on the task before him. He immediately regretted that deep breath though, as the strong odor of the clinic only aggravated his lungs even more. “I’ll be with you in just a moment, I need to finish up with this patient first.”

          Fenris figured it was for the best if he just kept quiet for the time being, There was no use to potentially risk injuring the man in front of the mage by tipping him off to who exactly had just stepped into the clinic. In the meantime, Fenris tried not to focus too much on the uncharacteristically vacant room. He didn’t know if it would be better or worse for him knowing that it would just be him and Anders to discuss things.

          Briefly, he considered saying “fuck this” and bolting out the door, but before it could become anything more than a barely entertained thought, Anders had finished with his current charge, turning around to face him. “Sorry about the wait, now what can I help you wi- Fenris?”

          Under different circumstances, the sound of the pure bewilderment on both his face and in his voice would have been hilarious to him. But Alas, as his business currently hinged on keeping Anders in a helpful mood, he would have to keep any antagonistic comments to himself.

          On second thought, maybe just one would make him feel better about all of this.

          “Is that meant to be a serious question? Are you perhaps the one in need of a checkup, ma-” He stopped himself before he could finish calling him his usual name. It wouldn’t work out well for him to piss Anders off to much right now.

          Anders raised his brow, clearly noticing how Fenris had stopped himself, but remained quiet. The healer was still thrown off by Fenris’ sudden presence, but he managed to at least gain some measure of composure over his being. “I know Hawke said she was going to try and get you to come down, but I thought it was going to end with her physically dragging you down here like usual.” There was a stretch of silence between them, each person staring at the other in different stages of disbelief that the events before them were actually unfolding. When Fenris still stood unmoving, Anders gave him a break. “I guess you’re worse off than any of us realized if you’re here now on your own.” He sighed, shaking his head. “Alright, take a seat so I can get this over with.”

          In some corner of his mind, Fenris realized that perhaps this was the longest the two of them had gone without outwardly insulting each other, leaving only an uncomfortable and unsure awkwardness keeping them at bay. When he still hadn’t moved, Anders cleared his throat sending a slight twinge of panic through him. Fenris hadn’t actually thought about what he would say to the mage once he got here. His thoughts scattered to the wind as he desperately tried to scrounge up any excuse he could. Fenris didn’t want to admit to his condition, especially to someone like the Abomination before him. No doubt Anders would lord it over him, possibly even go to Hawke about it with a claim that fighting with such a condition would only put her and everyone around him in danger. Anything to keep him out of the picture so he had a clear shot to winning her heart. It was no secret that Anders had fallen for their companion and leader, and even though she had repeatedly turned down his advances he still seemed adamant at trying to win her over when he could.

          The thought of the Abomination putting his hands on her in that way sent his blood boiling, but he had to force himself to calm down and swallow the bitter remark that tried to claw its way past his lips. He still needed help.

          Fenris took a couple steps words one of the cots, still trying to come up with an excuse when he paused, running his tongue over his suddenly dry lips as he prepared to try the first one his mind supplied. Hopefully, Anders would take the lie at face value, though even to Fenris it sounded like more than a longshot.

          “Actually-” He had to pause a moment to try and stifle the urge to cough. “I was not being truthful when I told Hawke that I was ill.”

          “Oh?” He could hear Anders’ voice over his shoulder and hear him subtly reach for his staff nearby. Figures the mage would think that Fenris came here to kill him, it just went to show how much of a fool Anders was in his mind. “Then why are you here, especially of your own accord?”

          “I require your aid in a… somewhat sensitive matter.” Fenris tried not to cringe at the understatement as he turned back around to face Anders.

          “Really? If you don’t need healing couldn’t you ask literally anyone else who likes you a lot more than I do?” Anders was trying to bait him, trying to bring them both into an argument that would make this situation a lot more bearable and familiar to the both of them. But Fenris couldn’t let himself fall into that trap. He hadn’t gotten what he came here for yet.

          “I may not be ill, but what I require is medical in nature, leaving you as my only option.” He hated admitting that he needed Anders, but Fenris had no other choice in this moment.

          He could tell the mage was still unsure, Maker, Fenris was too but he couldn’t back away now. “Okay… so what is so important about this matter that you lied to Hawke and avoided everyone for three weeks now?” Anders’ eyes were scanning over every inch of him, trying to detect any hint of injury on his person. He would be looking for a long time, as his only problem was currently still aggravating the inside of his lungs. As such Fenris let out a breath that he hadn’t realized he had been holding, then immediately wished he hadn’t when the itch inside his lungs only grew stronger

          “I have an… acquaintance who has enlisted my help to gather information.”

          “Wait you actually have friends? Other than Hawke? Color me surprised.” Fenris felt his eye twitch, but with sheer will he bit back his venomous retort in favor of getting this over with as soon as he could.

          “Yes I do indeed have other ‘friends.’ But as I was trying to say, this individual has come down with a particular condition and so they have requested my help in gathering information so as not to draw attention to themselves.”

           “Okay fine, what has your ‘friend’ come down with?” Anders relented with a sigh, dropping his defensive stance a tad, but still on edge in case Fenris made a move. Fenris had to fight not to roll his eyes at the gesture.

           “They have come down with Hanahaki Disease. I am… familiar with how it happens and works but… that is the extent of my knowledge. I only know how it comes to be and how it kills,” Fenris had to suppress a shudder at the memories of lifeless eyes and pools of blood, “but nothing in the way of cures or treatments.” Fenris grimaced through his confession. He hated admitting to his own shortcomings, especially in front of someone like Anders, but he needed to know if he had any chance.

          He wasn’t expecting Anders’ eyes to go as wide as they did. “Are you sure it’s Hanahaki?” Irked, Fenris didn’t try to stop the annoyed huff that left him. Instead, he moved his arm to reach into one of the pouches on his belt. He saw Anders tense for a brief moment, the tinest flicker of gathered magic pulling at his markings before the mage stilled, mouth dropped agape at the petals in his upturned palm. It was an accident that Fenris had any petals on him in the first place. In his haste to get to Darktown and get this meeting over with, he had failed to realize the few petals which had gotten caught on his armor until he was already too far away to turn back. Now however, they would prove useful in helping Fenris sell his own lie.

          The mage grabbed the petals from his palm, inspecting them with and ever-growing grave expression as he turned them over in his fingers with the upmost care. “There flower petals appear legitimate.” Fenris tried not to be offended by that comment. “Unfortunately, there’s only two ‘cures’ that are known.”

          “And they are?” Fenris felt his anxiety grow, he didn’t like the sound of being limited to two options, he already had a feeling what the first one was. He tried not to give in to the urge to shift on his feet or express how he felt about the matter, Anders didn’t need any hints to the real patient of this visit.

          “The best method is for the person who the afflicted loves, to return their feelings. If the love is requited, the flowers perish and are coughed up without injury or much fuss. Of course, that’s the best-case scenario, though, not the one that always ends up happening.” A pause as Anders looked up on him, his expression wary. “I don’t think your friend will like the other option though.” His expression mournful, as if the mage was recalling a memory, or maybe something else, Fenris couldn’t be sure. At Fenris’ raised brow, he continued with a deep breath. “The flowers can be removed, but the process isn’t the easiest or most pleasant.”

          “How?” By now, Fenris was growing ever more impatient. He needed answers.

          By the grimace that flashed across Ander’s face, Fenris had a very good inkling of exactly how the flowers were removed. His markings began to thrum with life at the thought of the procedure being done on him, but he needed to hear the mage say it.

          “By magic, specifically blood magic. There’s a ritual that can be preformed by a mage to remove the flowers from the individual’s lungs. The victim will be cured, and they won’t ever be in danger of contracting the disease again.” Anders cleared his throat, and Fenris could sense the unsaid “but” hanging over his words.

          “What else are you not telling me?” Fenris’ words carried a but of the frustration he was feeling. He didn’t have the time for Anders to keep pausing like this. “Just spit it out! Every moment I waste here is another moment my friend draws nearer to their death.”

          The mage at least had the decency to look apologetic. “Right, sorry. The person will be safe from ever getting Hanahaki again, but it’ll cost them their ability to feel love for the rest of their life. I actually hear that option is quite popular in Tevinter, especially within the Magisterium.”

          Fenris gave a brief nod. “Magisters only care about powerful magical bloodlines. And a Magister would rather get rid of anything that could be used as an obstacle between them and the power they crave.” He let himself spit the words out, venting some of his anxiety and fear into something he could better manage, like anger. There was another awkward pause between them. Neither one of them were used to things being this agreeable whenever the two of them were in each other’s company. Both were unsure of how to treat the other when there was no hostility being thrown back and forth. “Is there anything in the way of treatments to lessen the effects in the meantime?”

          “Fortunately, yes.” Anders turned around, his awkwardness shrugged off as he took to his usual working persona. He moved with a single-minded focus as he began to rifle through the cabinets that lined the back wall of the clinic, pulling jar after jar of dried and undried herbs from their shelves.

          Fenris allowed himself a small sigh of relief now that he was out of the mage’s clinical gaze. Both were silent as Anders continued to work, his brow creasing in concentration as he mixed herb after herb. Fenris didn’t dare creep any closer to the mage while he worked, but he did try to sneak glances past the mage’s shoulders at the herbs he was using.

          Before long, Anders turned back around. He wore a satisfied smile as he held a small vial of bright blue liquid in one hand, a worn satchel just behind him on the counter. The liquid looked vaguely similar to the lyrium potions Hawke and co. carried around, but the lack of pull at his own markings hinted that there was none to be found within. “This potion should help your friend out.” At Fenris’ skeptical gaze, he continued, “It’ll temporarily dull the user’s emotions, slowing down the progression of the disease.”

          Perfect, exactly what he came for. Fenris reached out to grab the vial from Anders but it was pulled away before the tips of his fingers could do more than just graze the glass.

          “Remember that this is not a permanent solution.” Anders had fixed him with a stern look, but it wasn’t one born of malice, it held the connotations more akin of a doctor talking to a stubborn patient. “This is only a treatment meant to delay the inevitable. The only way to cure this is one of the two ways I mentioned.”

          Fenris finally let his irritation show. Now that he had what he came here for, he didn’t have to be as civil, at least in his mind. “I am not such an idiot that I don’t know what the word ‘treatment’ means nor that I have forgotten what you said earlier already.” He made sure to stand tall as he said it, squaring his shoulders like it was a challenge.

          Rising to the bait like Fenris hoped he would, Anders reacted much the same. “Don’t forget that I’m the one helping you out here. There’s no reason to go biting my head off for it. Or would you rather your friend go without because you pissed off the healer?” Despite their small standoff, Fenris could see some sort of ease creep back into the mage’s posture, most likely relived that the two of them were back in familiar standings with one another. Fenris only gave a grunt in response, letting go of some of his anxiety. Insults he could deal with any day.

          “I should figure that it would be in that nature of an abomination to refuse treatment on account of one individual’s attitude.” Fenris let the corner of his mouth curl upwards into a smirk.

          The mage rolled his eyes, putting the vial in the satchel with what Fenris presumed to be others. “These will only work for a few hours, and you shouldn’t have your friend drink more than one in a day, otherwise it could risk speeding up the process instead. I’ve made enough to last for a few weeks. Come back when they’re gone if things still haven’t fixed themselves by then. Now, this has been pleasant and all, but please get the hell out of my clinic.”

          Fenris took the worn leather satchel from the healer with a surprising amount of care in Anders’ eyes, securing it around his person. There was another brief awkward pause where both expected the other to say something, though neither knew what. When it was clear that nothing would be, Fenris just gave a curt nod and went for the door, trying not to show his desire to leave in his steps. Before he could slip out the door, he paused, unsure with his next words but feeling like they needed to be said, personal opinions aside. “Anders…” Fenris’ voice was low, unsure. The name felt wrong, unpleasant in a foreign way on his tongue, “Thank you.” Okay, maybe that felt even more wrong than using his name.

          Fenris could almost feel the cringe at his unexpected display of gratitude from the other end of the clinic. “You’re… welcome? And Fenris? I’m sorry.”

          Fenris had already been hallway through the door when Anders had called his name. He looked over his shoulder, meeting the mage’s gaze head on with his own. Anders was looking at him in a way that sent alarm bells tolling in his mind. The way it was voiced, the look that was being given to him now, it was as though the mage was speaking the apology to him instead as though for him to pass on. Was it possible that the Abomination had seen through his lie the entire time? No, there was no real reason to disbelieve the story that Fenris had voiced. Choosing to live in his relative comfort bubble of denial that Anders was capable of seeing through his ruse, Fenris responded with a simple “I will… pass along the message.”

          He was out the clinic door after that, yet only just managed to make it a few steps beyond the oak before it was impossible to deny the aggravating itch within his lungs. The fit coughing that he was thrown into was arguably the worst one yet, the strong scent of herbs, the anxiety from earlier, it all melded together to form a violent concoction. Blood dripped from his mouth and stained the dirt below him and the petals he expelled in his hands. When it had finally subsided, he looked around in a slight panic to see if anyone had caught him. Breathing a (ragged) sigh of relief, he found the area around him to be blissfully empty for once, likely due to the late hour. He hadn’t realized how long he had spent within the clinic itself, too long if you were to ask him, a lot longer than he was comfortable with.

          Knowing that his brief window of opportunity to remain undetected, Fenris shoved the petals into the pouches on his belt as quick as he could manage while keeping one eye on his surroundings. When he deemed the coast clear, Fenris hurried back to his manor in Hightown without sparing another glance back.

          Had he taken a bit more time paying attention to his surroundings, he would have noticed the few petals that dropped from one of his unsecured pouches, drifting to the ground to settle on one of the small spatters of blood in the dirt. When all was silent, the sound of one of the oak doors could be heard swinging open, a small blond head peering out into the deserted street. Having heard the commotion outside his clinic, Anders’ eyes snapped straight to the discarded petals and specs of blood.

          The mage crouched in front of them, pulling the petals into his hand and using his foot to disperse the evidence of the blood. He turned the petals in his hand, a remorseful expression appearing on the healer’s features. He sighed and retreated into the clinic, putting the petals away in a secure location out of sight. “You must have been truly terrified if you came to me for help.” Anders whispered into the silence of his clinic. There was no way for the recipient of those words to hear them, but it wouldn’t stop Anders from voicing them anyway. “I hope things work out for you, no one deserves that kind of fate, even you.”

[chantalthuy-yall]

[A DAY TO REMEMBER // PERSONAL POST 1/2]

Dear Tumblr,

I want to write an open letter to convey some of my feelings here because I feel more confident and comfortable in my own space and this blog is my space dedicated to Chantal. Thank you to whoever will read this, I am truly grateful to anyone and anything right now.

As my hands are shaking and stuttering words I don’t recognize on my keyboard, I want to hold on the hope that I will make sense at any point in this (long) rambling of mind that I am on the verge to provide us; as I am trying to process all the feelings, all the emotions I’ve been received since the release of Black Lightning 2x05, I beg your pardon if I ultimately failed this sole mission.

But first of all... AM I ALLOWED TO CRY WITH Y’ALL???!!!!!!! I CAN’T WITH CHANTAL OR ME OR ANYBODY RIGHT NOW. I AM GOING SO INSANE. SEND HELP. PLEAAAAAAASE.

Okay, fuuuu~! Now, let’s go back to the beginning, shall we? 

First, I want to start with little Eloo. (me) being about 7 years old, an already heavy reader of mangas -especially shonen-, watching old animes like Goldorak, being in love with both Actarus and his girlfriend (lol), and more recent ones at the time, like Saint-Seiya. I remember taking my Wednesdays’ lunch at home glued on the TV, in front of Initial-D. I was totally the kind of kid to go to see the bookstore owner of my neighborhood after school, almost every day, to discuss and discover more about the world through channels of communication I appreciated the most. My sole interest apart from Asian culture was the historic Antiquities period, especially Egypt and later growing to Greece and then Roma and its Empire. I was poorly interested by the history of my own country at first, and even less about anything or anyone that more or less looked like me (or at least, what I thought was similar to me). 

Around 9 years old, my father came back with four very old computers, broken, that his company had just throw away. It was the first time I was touching a computer. I will always cherish the memory of this entire weekend my father and I spent to try to fix the many problems these old pieces of junks had. My father had just broken down every piece inside the tower and named every single one of the components. I didn’t know why, maybe out of admiration for him, I just thought that one of this computer and I were going to be best friends. So, after hours and hours of assisting my father in his every move, we managed to save two out of the four computers he had taken back home. He installed a software, Microsoft 1995, and said to me: “you know, the truth is, my company is throwing these computers away because they say that they are slow and not appropriate for our work anymore, but the only problem I see for these computers is actually the change of software. We installed Windows XP on all our computers but the components inside are not powerful enough to sustain XP decently. I am installing 1995 on yours because it’s what will make your computer goes from a Citroen to a Porsche.” And my father was right. The interface was old but it got me through days and night of web searching for contents. The first thing I did was opening word and started to write stories. I couldn’t stop, for hours and hours, I was writing about the characters I liked and why I liked them and if I wanted to be them and if I had imaginary friends what would they look like, etc. It all started from this; the avid curiosity, you know? This impression you know nothing but it is exciting because you learn plenty. Within the first week, I had built my first music database, organized by country name, and singers inside the country files. By the second week I was starting to editing images with a new software I found on the web “Photofiltre”. The results were so ugly, but I was so happy about it. By the first month, I had collected more than 300 titles of world’s films I wanted to see in my life. I was reading scans of my favorite mangas online and I had made a schedule for the anime I wanted to watch each week. I was really happy. But as I was “out”, celebrating the world’s content by clicking on everything I found appealing, a gap started to grow between me, my knowledge, my parents’ knowledge, and our TV. I couldn’t stop talking about India, about Asia, about the Pacific Islands, about how I found Aborigines that were not Native Americans, etc., at our dinners’ conversations. But my parents couldn’t really follow me anymore. And I felt that. And it started to hurt. Soon after, they just decided to put me in front of the TV again because “[I was] too much on the computer, [I was] shutting [myself] down to others.” The truth being that I am a very nice and extrovert kid but at that time I was a bit shy. So I perfectly knew that it was an excuse to “reconnect” with “my” world. And here I was cradled again by a thousand faces analogous to mine, with their problems being where to go on vacation, losing one or two million out of their 23 billion’ fortune. My faith in TV providing me with some content I would enjoy had just totally disappeared at this point.

Instead, I learned to love by watching Bỗng Dưng MuốnnKhóc when I was 13 for the first time, and it stayed with me for 10 years (this year). It transformed me and transcended me in so many ways I cannot describe it. It made me caring and humble as not any teaching could have achieved this. Such a precious one! Instead, I learned about pain with One Liter of Tears. Pain for what we cannot fix yet, pain for this fatalistic optimism in the depth of darkness. I literally cried more than a liter of tears with this one. And I was so touched and traumatized by it that, for months, I kept writing letters to the main character Aya, in a notebook entirely dedicated to her.

Fast-forwarding to my 16, after all these years of me being educated by my researches on the web, shaped by the many things I’d watched and me being a part of the world and connected with many people in my own way, I realized for the first time what I was; or who I was. I had never ever asked myself that question before. I was just seeing myself as an empty content ready to be filled up each day with new knowledge. I was not black, or white, or cinnamon, or green. I was red; because red was my favorite color and red was what I was bleeding when I hurt myself. But the reality stroke me harder. I don’t want to make it sounds weird but I actually never realized I was white until an incident happened. I don’t wish to talk about it though, but all I want to say is that I discovered my whiteness very late and it made me question a lot of things after that. I tried to talk to my relatives about it, to my brother, but they didn’t understand my point. Discovering me not being what I thought of me was weird; my feeling was: I had been looking at a distorting mirror the whole time and for the first time, I was forced to look at me in the most basic mirror out there. I was nowhere near my favorite heroes. The kid that was identifying as Mulan, Nala,  Taranee, Alex, etc. was just a construction of my mind.  And suddenly, it got worse. Not for me, of course, because I was living a peaceful life and stuff, but for all of what my friends have been going through around me that I never picked up. Injustices, remarks from other white folks of mine, fucking annoying jokes on their origins or their parents, police control systematically happening for some of my friends, etc. All of these, a new world was opening right in front of my eyes. And in all honesty, I’ve never felt so dumb in my entire life, for not having been able to notice what I am saying here, earlier on. I was just naive, I guess.

This first punch in the face was followed by a second one, concerning then, my sexuality. The 1st time I thought about my own sexuality was also in high school (still in my 16, it was a rough year for my mental). I don't know why I was always subject to joke about my ambiguous sexuality there. People would argue "she's straight" / "no lesbian". But at that time, I wasn't really interested in trying things or having experiences. I was in love with my life, my family and my friends and that were enough. But others pushed me to decide; pressuring to know if I was someone in the closet. At that time, I wasn't aware of bisexuality because everybody kept splitting the concepts: everything was either black or white. But the more I thought about it myself, the more it felt off. I started to wonder why I am not able to feel more about one way than the other. It gave me a lot of pressure and internal struggles to understand that it was okay to feel this way. Once, I tried to talk about it to a friend, the immediate reaction was "you're a weirdo". I then decided to switch the subject and never talk about it again. Then two years later, I got a boyfriend and we once evoke our thoughts about sexuality. I thought that maybe it was the right moment to talk about this part of me I didn't dare to face because I thought he was open-minded enough to understand me. Again, I got unlucky. When I explained to him that I feel attracted to men he said that it was "normal". And then, when I followed up by saying to him that I've never fallen in love with a woman but I could strongly feel I was attracted to women as well, he laughed and said "that's so hot! I also love watching that on screen". It immediately gave me a strange feeling, as if I had accumulated dirt and mud on my skin. I said nothing and went back home. This time, I didn't want to just forget about this. It actually gave me the need to "identify" more specifically my "not normal" attraction because I was tired of searching for something I couldn’t find in the dark. So I searched for it and after reading, passing online tests like all young folks do, I came to the conclusion that I was bisexual. And suddenly it made sense. 

So then, of course, I wanted to look up to figures in media to make me more confident in accepting myself and be accepted by others. But the bisexual representation at that time was a continuous spreading of aberrant misconceptions. The key points I retained for my sexuality: unstable, thirsty, cheater, the famous bi-curiosity and the rejection or mistrust from both homosexuality and heterosexuality. Great!!! We stan a construction of oneself based on guilt and aberration, right? Products of society™! (LOL *sarcasm when you’re here, you stay here*)

Again, I am fast-forwarding but in short, after a long period of time dealing with these negative thoughts of myself, desperately trying to build up confidence in who I was and who I wasn’t, it finally stroke me: someone. Yes, I was someone. It was never a question of genders as people always tried to imply. It was never a question of thirst. It was about not labeling. it was simply about love; from a person to another. And while I found my satisfying answer concerning my sexuality, everything from that point started to be slightly better. I started to accept myself and I affirmed my love for others as unconditional.♡ I just love people so much; I always did. And I refrained from loving entirely without prejudice for such a long time... Nowadays it seems like a waste. But the most important part, in all of these events, is that I forgot to love myself. And as much as I want to make amends now, it is really hard. I am still learning to love myself every day a little more. I've made my way to a healthy acceptance of myself now, but sometimes my head cannot help but go backward and my mood crumbles again.  

Which brings me to my 20. That’s about the time I reconnected insanely with the US TV series. I discovered the baby series Sense8 and I got addicted to the love, the vision, the sci-fi they were feeding us with. I’ve never mentioned it but my favorite movie is Matrix, so I was ecstatic to dive in the Warchowsky work again. I learned to take some pride in who I was thanks to Sense8, I will never forget my self-esteem boiling at some point, under my veins. And last year, when they released the finale, I cried all my eyeballs out, stunned by the beauty of their work. And suddenly, I got empowered by the love, the sharing with other fans, the thought of “not being alone” in this.

And I sincerely thought “wow, representations have changed!”, “minds are changing”. And it was true because the newest representations on media blossoming here and there in diverse countries are strengthening this healthy path of constructing oneself. Bisexual representation has indeed evolved, and as the first concerned, I am happy and thankful to witness that. From shame to pride, from tears to smile, I am now confident that we are entering an era where people are given more and more room to speak up about these injustices. Or better, when they are turned down, they have the possibility to rebel, on numbers and with solidarity.  We now have strong female leads to carry our ideas and act responsibly on repairing the stereotypical behavior of many before them. My mind goes to many current ships thundergrace, avalance, wayhaught, kadena, deanoru, and many more. They are the one to help build a safe zone and a new space for younger generations to grow beautifully. But not only them, after making my way out of this, I also bare a responsibility toward others to prevent their self-esteem to go down like it did for me. 

SO in all of this, you must have gotten by now that I love being educated by mediatic content whether it is on the web or on Netflix or whatever. And I love sci-fi and superheroes. So what’s better than Black Lightning? I seriously don’t know because I love Black Lightning so much, I am so damn addicted to this show that sometimes I forget to live. BUT the best part (for me) to black lightning, is the addition of Chantal Thuy to the cast. Chantal is playing a bisexual woman of color, more specifically stated as Asian American. And her character, Grace Choi, stated as soon as her second episode on the show that she was bi, to one of the main characters (her now girlfriend Anissa, making the thundergrace ship). It felt so right, not justified, not aggressive, just perfect, I was actually tearing when I heard her words. I thought “this is the representation I always wanted to see. I see me, I see us.” and right after “I. NEED. MORE.” (yes, I am stating the obvious again haha). The more we dive into Grace character, the less we are disappointed and the more we become high and amazed by her: she is soft but strong-headed, she has a smile that could illuminate the whole world if it was ever shutting down, she loves Anissa and didn’t shy away to say it or feeling something when the line was blurred by Anissa’s actions. And now that the excellent 2x05 has passed, Grace showed us she had powers and she was hiding them. During 2x05 also, something very important happened again, and in all honesty, I’ve never watched such a raw and honest conversation that I would label as “pillow talk” between two same-sex characters in a relationship (and especially women). It moved me again because as a bisexual, we are often mistaken as the people that swipe left and right going here and there for sex. So usually if someone comes in for comfort or his/her own good, they will think that we have to take them all in. But as Grace stated very clearly: “[we] are not [...] handbag[s].” And I love it that she says that because this is exactly what I wanted to hear. She respects herself enough to stand up against this kind of behavior that harms us more than often. In a way, it’s toxic. In her defense, she loves Anissa, the problem is not in their love. The problem is in the way Anissa copes with her feelings and emotions. They are not on the same level of understanding yet. Both of them have to grow from the experience. And, I AM SO HERE FOR IT. I love that Chantal is slowly becoming a more present and an important character for the show. Again, I AM SO HERE FOR IT. It is really a true benediction to this world and I am very lucky to be able to witness that. 

That’s with all of that in mind that I decided to send a package to Chantal. To thank her for her amazing work on Black Lightning and on other characters too. Because while checking to her IMDb page, I realized that it was not the first time I had been watching her on TV. Indeed, the 1st time I saw Chantal on TV was with my grandma during summer vacations, watching Madam Secretary on her couch. But I didn't remember back then because I wasn't really into the show. It’s when I finally checked out again the episode 1x14 of Madam Secretary that I realized it was the same person. I remember that my grandma pushed me to stay to watch the show with her. My grandma loves these kinds of shows because she has never been able to travel physically outside our country. Yet, she traveled through her programs, discovering many different backgrounds and situations of characters she never expected. Madam Secretary and other shows such as the police or the attorney kinds often put minorities in a certain light, I wouldn't say the best, but the major audience responds to it with compassion. My grandma did so, it broadened her horizons a little bit. She was receptive to these stories and receptive to Nhung Chuang story too. I want to write it, so I’ll never forget.

In between yesterday and today, the mail safely arrived in Chantal’s hands. That’s what the content of this video is all about. Being honest again, it is the very first time I am sending a letter to someone I really admire like this. It never happened to me before. Stating the fact, I think it says it all. I have no word left because every single one she aligned one after another to talk to me has left me breathless and speechless. Her smile has supplanted the sun at this point, and I am in nowhere near a sane and healthy recovery. I’ve been hit by sunstroke.

In the second video, she thanks me for my letter and everything inside the package. But I still can’t understand. Chantal, why thanking me? I am the one that should be thanking you! Chantal, you are the most precious person we have in this universe. You are smart, kindhearted, beautifully generous, talented, pretty and honest. You have nothing to thank me for!! haha Anyway, all I want to say again and again and again is: I LOVE YOU. (Is that the hundredth time I am writing it to you yet?????) ♥♥

Thank you if you had the patience to read all these words until the end... I might edit the content later because it’s 02:22 AM where I live. xx, Eloo. Writing to me, and to her. (1/2)

[verdigrisprowl]

Aug 13 Dancitron Movie Night - Gotham 7-9

Prowl learned how to poorly use the word simpatico. Everyone’s proud of him.

After movie night, he discovered that Soundwave has sixty blankets, and a washing machine, and therefore, is unspeakably wealthy. Soundwave gave him three and a fourth for the Constructicons, and Prowl has absolutely no idea what to do with this embarrassment of riches. He’s grateful, but like......... he doesn’t even use blankets.

Today NoodlesAtNight 7:31 pm ((sorry it's delayed, i've been fighting to get a decent rabbitcast tonight)) ((about to put post up tho)) SpecsTheSpectralDragon 7:31 pm ((dw about it! I just feel really bad about missing last week, especially since I was so hyped, that I refuse to miss it this week)) NoodlesAtNight 7:31 pm ((if you want wiki articles for last week's, i can give them to you over tumblr im!)) SpecsTheSpectralDragon 7:32 pm ((I TVtropsed them >_>)) NoodlesAtNight 7:32 pm ((LOL that works)) NoodlesAtNight 7:36 pm ((okay, links up, so i'll get the music on and it'll get going about 8:10 probs)) SpecsTheSpectralDragon 7:37 pm ((woop woop)) MedicalMurdersaurus 7:37 pm *toddles in* NoodlesAtNight 7:38 pm *It's been a little more than three weeks, but the movie night has finally returned to the inside of Dancitron. Things aren't perfect - observant types will notice a few items out of order or uninstalled where they previously were, and the bar contents look VERY different - but it's functional.* *And the red glass doors are back in action.* MedicalMurdersaurus 7:38 pm *is not observant and just wanders where his feet take him, he'll get to BIrd eventually* verdigrisprowl 7:39 pm *prowl appears outside and is confused that he's apparently the first one to arrive.* opatoes 7:39 pm /Smokescreen's coming into Dancitron and is immediately heading for the bar/ Sounds! You've got everything up again! When's the re-opening party? NoodlesAtNight 7:40 pm [[This weekend, if all goes well.]] opatoes 7:40 pm Oh man, really? Do you want any help that night? I'd love to come over either way. MedicalMurdersaurus 7:40 pm *wanders up to whoever* NoodlesAtNight 7:40 pm *Hey, Prowl. Frenzy's just gonna pop out of the roof hatch and shout to you. After throwing a rock down to get attention, that is.* \\YO. AIN'T OUTSIDE THIS WEEK.\\ SCProwl 7:41 pm *pulls up outside* NoodlesAtNight 7:41 pm *Ravage looks up at Swoop.* =...Yes?= verdigrisprowl 7:41 pm *was movie night canceled or is soundwave just delayed? or— there's a rock.* Oh. Thank you. MedicalMurdersaurus 7:41 pm Where Bird? SpecsTheSpectralDragon 7:41 pm *the dragon's brought a bit different of a selection today; along with rust sticks and mercury drops, she's got "bars" of crystalized energon with thin layers of silver folded over them. there's some pictographic writing on it, but it's her language, so good luck deciphering it. she looks different too. violet ceramic bells are strung across her limbs and tail with black metal chain, and she's got an odd mask hanging from her neck- was that mask inspired by the local adorabug zori?* NoodlesAtNight 7:41 pm =She is coming. Delayed. Dinner time.= SCProwl 7:41 pm *two Prowls for the price of one rock?* SpecsTheSpectralDragon 7:41 pm Hello, everyone! verdigrisprowl 7:42 pm *he'll head ins... or maybe he'll wait for his alternate to catch up.* MedicalMurdersaurus 7:42 pm Keheheh Her Bird too much dinner? NoodlesAtNight 7:42 pm [[And we could use the help, he thinks. As he said, our Smokescreen is away right now, and he typically acts as a bouncer.]] SCProwl 7:42 pm *transforms and catches up* Hello, Captain. NoodlesAtNight 7:42 pm *Soundwave taps his wrist to indicate the phase shifter and huffs.* verdigrisprowl 7:42 pm Evening. opatoes 7:42 pm I'd be glad to help out like old times, Sounds. Just ping me when I should come over! /Smokescreen is making a beeline for those snacks./ NoodlesAtNight 7:43 pm *Soundwave twists to look at the dragon. He smells silver, and-- oh, what's this now?* [[Is it the scaring season already? He thought that was in... hmm. What is Earth time right now. Two w-- no. Two months.]] *He gestures to the mask.* =Always, Swoop.= *Frenzy throws another rock down, but doesn't say anything. This one is just to try to startle their timeline's Prowl before he disappears into the hatch.* SpecsTheSpectralDragon 7:45 pm No, it's not! Well. It sort of is. Since all the little ones are hatching, the festivities are in full swing, and part of it includes keeping "evil spirits" out of the new children. *she puts on her mask and flares her wings to show off a little, before taking it back off* Red and black is actually more traditional, but purple isn't unheard of. Besides, I'm not a docent, so it isn't as though I'll see the little ones and confuse them by being purple. SCProwl 7:46 pm *hears the rock whizzing through the air and steps back to ensure it doesn't skid into her when it hits the ground and bounces* I suppose that's our cue to head inside. I hope things have been going smoothly on your Cybertron. opatoes 7:46 pm Wait- wait, what holiday is this? Do you need any help scaring hatchlings? verdigrisprowl 7:47 pm Apparently so. *Doesn't want to give Frenzy a chance to come back with more rocks.* MedicalMurdersaurus 7:47 pm *wanders up to someone else* verdigrisprowl 7:47 pm The past week or so has been remarkably normal. You? Clich.A 7:48 pm QUEEn!! opatoes 7:48 pm CLICH Clich.A 7:48 pm (Strikes a pose) Hello everyone, Soundwave! opatoes 7:49 pm /Smokescreen's stopping everything to pose at Clich!/ SpecsTheSpectralDragon 7:49 pm *the dragon stares at Smokescreen for a moment. she's a full-grown adult, and SHE'S only the size of a fox. the hatchlings probably won't register Smokescreen for how big he is.* It's a dragon holiday, or festival, really, since it's three weeks long. Fresh babies are important. MedicalMurdersaurus 7:49 pm *wanders aimlessly, making no attempt not to bump into people* Chillsins 7:49 pm *Walks in, but he has to go real slow...real slow like a glacier, because Rebel insists on running in front of him.* Clich.A 7:49 pm (Poses back) SCProwl 7:49 pm There was a protest. opatoes 7:49 pm Ohhh- that's fair, that's fair. Still, I hope everyone has fun! That sounds like a nice holiday. /More dramatic pose at Clich!/ Chaoit 7:50 pm -wanders in to this. Stops and stares- Clich.A 7:50 pm OKay, we better keep it relaxed now, don't want to run out of poses too soon. (Plots down) (plops even) opatoes 7:50 pm Awww. But I have like, an infinite amount of poses in me. _Whirl 7:50 pm @S: *ping; he's not physically there yet* Hey, could I get permission to open a bridge? And some... floor space. Got. Something to bring with me. opatoes 7:50 pm I guess you could say I'm super posable! Clich.A 7:50 pm ha! NoodlesAtNight 7:50 pm ((SORRY delivery came had to parcel out food)) Chaoit 7:51 pm ((FOOD Clich.A 7:51 pm ((No probs, hellows) SpecsTheSpectralDragon 7:51 pm ((FOOD)) MedicalMurdersaurus 7:51 pm ((what's for dinner? 😀 )) opatoes 7:51 pm ((asbnxcv i'm waiting for food still verdigrisprowl 7:51 pm Oh? Protest against what? Chillsins 7:51 pm Rebel: HEY! *spins around in a circle and almost crashes into Chill's leg* THERE'S NO DIRT HERE! NoodlesAtNight 7:52 pm [[He's to take it that you consider Zori capable of frightening off great evils?]] MedicalMurdersaurus 7:52 pm *eventually decides to wait for Bird by perching near the snacks* NoodlesAtNight 7:52 pm *Soundwave dips his helm in greeting to Clich, and gets Whirl that bridge permission through Chimera.* Chillsins 7:52 pm *Chill wordlessly steps over Rebel's head to find a seat on the floor with Blue.* SpecsTheSpectralDragon 7:53 pm Given that I am on the actual moon, and will probably encounter no hatchlings, I would say that I consider Zori to be aesthetically pleasing and a great muse for masks. MedicalMurdersaurus 7:53 pm *watches anyone who happens to come by* _Whirl 7:53 pm *Excellent. Fwoosh, there's a blue bridge, and shortly after, a blue helicopter. He does not, at yet, greet or acknowledge anyone. He's swiveling in place... ah, there. Whirl dives back through. The vortex disappears* SCProwl 7:53 pm A small demonstration for peace between the factions. In front of Autobot headquarters. NoodlesAtNight 7:53 pm *Laserbeak hovers down flying as lazily as possible, heading toward Swoop right away. Rumble and Frenzy follow after her, but make a beeline for Whirl's company instead.* MedicalMurdersaurus 7:54 pm *perks up the second she flutters in* verdigrisprowl 7:54 pm I thought you were at peace? Chaoit 7:54 pm -drops into a seat out of the way- _Whirl 7:54 pm *it reappears a moment later in a different spot, closer to a wall. And then, bit by bit, something large and purple begins to nudge its way through. It's a couch, and Whirl is pushing it from the other side in a very slow and undignified fashion because he can't hold bridges unless he's in alt-mode* NoodlesAtNight 7:54 pm [[He is sure Zori will be happy to hear that. It is not often that he gets to inspire an outsider.]] SCProwl 7:54 pm Not quite. Both sides agreed to a ceasefire, but the... details are still being worked out on a peace treaty. Clich.A 7:54 pm (Curious squint) NoodlesAtNight 7:54 pm //What in the ever-lovin' FRAG--// *Staring openmouthed at the couch.* SCProwl 7:55 pm *like whether or not just about everyone on either side should be put on trial for war crimes* Chaoit 7:55 pm -Blaster's just going to join in with the curious staring- MedicalMurdersaurus 7:55 pm Bird : > SpecsTheSpectralDragon 7:55 pm Zori is an inspir- *eyes the couch* Um. Chaoit 7:55 pm Is...that a couch? NoodlesAtNight 7:55 pm [[...Do we know any couchformers?]] verdigrisprowl 7:55 pm Ah. Well, then there's probably little harm in... *why is a couch appearing* opatoes 7:55 pm ... /Smokescreen's going to try to sit on this new couch./ Chillsins 7:56 pm *Thought he was the only furniture Whirl needed, but guess not.* _Whirl 7:56 pm *the couch's progress halts, and Whirl pokes the nose of his alt-mode through the bridge* Move it, wide load. NoodlesAtNight 7:56 pm ((STARTING IN APPROX 10 MINUTES, GRAB UR SNAX N DRINKS)) Chillsins 7:56 pm *Betrayal* SpecsTheSpectralDragon 7:56 pm ((SNAX)) Chaoit 7:56 pm Um...do you need help getting the couch through? verdigrisprowl 7:57 pm *IS WHIRL PUSHING IT IN ALT MODE* NoodlesAtNight 7:57 pm *Yes. Yes he is.* *Laserbeak waves a feeler at Rebel.* {{What you thinking them dirt here for? It clean house! Not dirty Autobot desert base.}} SpecsTheSpectralDragon 7:58 pm *the dragon flies up on a table and rubs her eyes. did she eat a hallucinogen, or...* _Whirl 7:58 pm *regardless of whether or not Smokescreen moves, Whirl resumes pushing from the other end. The multiverse is giving birth to this couch* verdigrisprowl 7:59 pm *the miracle of life* SCProwl 7:59 pm *would have agreed with her alternate about there being so harm done. no one showed up to counter-protest or anything so it was an enjoyable way to spend an afternoon* opatoes 7:59 pm . . . /Smokescreen does move, if only to try to help out Whirl and because this feels *so weird*/ Chillsins 7:59 pm Rebel: Never not seen DIRT before! *Now she's gotta run and circle the entire damn room to make sure.* MedicalMurdersaurus 7:59 pm Keheh clean house? Chillsins 8:00 pm *Windchill's just...not going to acknowledge anything that's happening right now.* SpecsTheSpectralDragon 8:00 pm *truly, the multiverse is full of little miracles* NoodlesAtNight 8:00 pm {{...Well. It clean floor one. Them twins room not so clean, neheh.}} MedicalMurdersaurus 8:00 pm *snickers* _Whirl 8:00 pm *with the help the rest of it should go smoothly and a little faster. There we go. Whirl follows, sealing the bridge behind him and just plopping, nose-first, into the couch* So. This is for you, if you want it, Soundwave. MedicalMurdersaurus 8:00 pm You Bird don't FLOOR NoodlesAtNight 8:01 pm *Soundwave sits up and just sort of. Puts a curled finger over where his mouth would be if anyone else could see it.* _Whirl 8:01 pm *unfurls into root mode, conveniently in a perfectly lounging position* Just the couch. Not Smokescreen. ...or me. opatoes 8:01 pm I don't think Soundwave would want to keep me! verdigrisprowl 8:01 pm *... right, okay. he should probably sit.* Good to see you, alternate. *he's heading over to his usual couch.* _Whirl 8:01 pm Take it as a "sorry I made you wreck your bar by turning into a ravenous undead monster" present. opatoes 8:01 pm ... Wait, what? Chillsins 8:01 pm *There's no dirt to be found, but Rebel keeps running as fast as her short legs will go.* SCProwl 8:01 pm *hm, Prowl should probably sit down while everyone is distracted by the space bridge and whatever is being pushed through it* Of course. NoodlesAtNight 8:01 pm [[...He'll take it. He likes the color.]] *Pause.* [[Besides. He'd rather you not be forced to push it back through.]] opatoes 8:02 pm /Smokescreen's going to sit down next to Whirl. He did help push the couch, after all! NoodlesAtNight 8:02 pm *Rumble and Frenzy clamber up on to the couch to either side of Whirl.* \\HUH. COMFY.\\ Chaoit 8:02 pm ....we didn't get everyone? With the cure on the ship - ships? - or...? SCProwl 8:02 pm *ah it was someone Prowl doesn't know* verdigrisprowl 8:02 pm *sits with Soundwave* Do I owe you a table now? Chillsins 8:03 pm *Some universes were left on their own in the Crisis.* _Whirl 8:03 pm Damn right it is. If I'm gonna pick out a couch, I'm gonna pick out a GOOD one. *bobs his head to the twins in turn, and then to the rest of the room, taking note of his peeps. Windchill, the dragon, and...* I'll be damned, is that the big Worm? SCProwl 8:03 pm *takes the nearest empty chair* NoodlesAtNight 8:04 pm *Soundwave shakes his head no, and follows it up with a personal comm.* @P: [[Not unless you come bound with it as part of the gift.]] *AND ON THAT NOTE, he'll glance around to see where Clich went.* SpecsTheSpectralDragon 8:04 pm *chirps at Whirl. thanks to all the bells, she chimes when she bobs her head* NoodlesAtNight 8:04 pm ((four minutes)) _Whirl 8:05 pm *he'll scoot a bit so Frenzy can get in between him and Smokescreen, but he will spare Smokescreen a nod of acknowledgement. You have done Good on this day* Clich.A 8:05 pm (IS being good but then he see's big Bee and a SWERVE) OH haii~ _Whirl 8:05 pm Hey, dragon! What're you all decked out for? verdigrisprowl 8:05 pm *slight choking noise* radioactivibee 8:05 pm [waves] verdigrisprowl 8:05 pm *flops his head back to stare at the ceiling. oh boy.* opatoes 8:05 pm /Aww, Smokescreen's doors flutter. He did good for- IS THAT BEE Smokescreen's practically dropping everything to go over to him./ SpecsTheSpectralDragon 8:06 pm It's hatchling festival! Everyone else is scaring away "evil spirits" and I'm looking dashing and wonderful. radioactivibee 8:06 pm Hey Smokes. Kelpy 8:06 pm [throws himself into view] AM I LATE? NoodlesAtNight 8:06 pm *He does so love that noise.* [[Greetings, Blaster, Swerve, Bumblebee.]] opatoes 8:06 pm Bee! My BF! My Bee Friend! It's good to see you! Kelpy 8:06 pm Hi Sounds. radioactivibee 8:06 pm Hi Soundwave. Chillsins 8:06 pm *Chill turns to give Whirl a wave, but doing so puts him in Blue's line of sight and the BEEP is unleashed.* opatoes 8:06 pm /Also waving at Swerve!/ SCProwl 8:06 pm *pings Smokescreen hello* radioactivibee 8:06 pm Good to see you too, Smokey. Any shenanigans since Saturday? Kelpy 8:06 pm Hey Smokey. opatoes 8:07 pm !! /Pings Round Prowl in return!/ _Whirl 8:07 pm *BEEPS back, utterly delighted* NoodlesAtNight 8:07 pm *Soundwave is gonna quickly give his timeline's Prowl the data concerning tonight's show so she can look up the audio description.* opatoes 8:07 pm You know it, Bee. Uh- ... Actually, not that much happened. I guess I almost died but it wasn't a big deal in the end? verdigrisprowl 8:07 pm *without looking down from the ceiling* Hi, Swerve. Kelpy 8:08 pm Hi Prowl. Something interesting up there? radioactivibee 8:08 pm you WHAT?! _Whirl 8:08 pm ...hey, so. Are you the same Swerve who has that whole... drink challenge thing? *peers* Because if so, I'm still game. Kelpy 8:08 pm Yeah! SCProwl 8:08 pm *hesitantly access the audio description* Does anything happen in tonight's documentaries that I should be aware of beforehand? Kelpy 8:08 pm The Fusion Cannon To The Face challenge. _Whirl 8:08 pm *points to him* Name the time and place. I'll be there. I'm still doing TWO. radioactivibee 8:08 pm Primus Swerve, you're gonna kill someone. opatoes 8:08 pm It wasn't anything, really! I just bridged somewhere and it was a trap, but I got out of there! radioactivibee 8:08 pm Can I watch? ... NoodlesAtNight 8:08 pm *He gives her anything he thinks she might need to know.* Kelpy 8:08 pm You can watch and no one has died yet! But sure. How about tomorrow?> MedicalMurdersaurus 8:08 pm *hops from being perched by the snacks to sitting on the bar* radioactivibee 8:09 pm [sighs] I'll take your word for it. _Whirl 8:09 pm I'm fine with it if Swerve is. NoodlesAtNight 8:09 pm [[Why would anyone want a fusion cannon to the face? How do they SURVIVE IT?]] opatoes 8:09 pm I promise, I'm fine now! Kelpy 8:09 pm It's a drink! _Whirl 8:09 pm Works for me. My schedule is wide open. verdigrisprowl 8:09 pm "Fusion cannon to the face"? Kelpy 8:09 pm Yeah! It's a drink I invented. It's really styrong. verdigrisprowl 8:09 pm Is it legal? radioactivibee 8:09 pm Seconded, Soundwave. It's, like, impossible. NoodlesAtNight 8:09 pm ((WARNINGS: Gotham S1 7-9 Penguin's Umbrella, The Mask, Harvey Dent // Violence, blood, death; police brutality and corruption; criminal being creepy; self-harm; foul or sexist language; improper terminology for indigenous peoples)) opatoes 8:09 pm You can beelieve me! Kelpy 8:09 pm ....Yes? I think. It should be. MAgnus hasn't said anything yet. opatoes 8:09 pm ... I want a fusion cannon to the face! radioactivibee 8:10 pm No. SpecsTheSpectralDragon 8:10 pm There's a draconic drink called the velveted claw. Supposedly it feels like being thrown off of a cliff and landing on your face. Since I'm not the right species, I wouldn't know. MedicalMurdersaurus 8:10 pm *kicks his heels up and chirps, if there's a tune it's by accident* opatoes 8:10 pm but verdigrisprowl 8:10 pm Does Magnus /know/ about it yet? SCProwl 8:10 pm That doesn't seem wise, Smokescreen. Kelpy 8:10 pm I'm pretty sure he does. NoodlesAtNight 8:10 pm //I've fallen off a cliff 'n landed on my face. It ain't fun.// Kelpy 8:10 pm It's been around for a year. NoodlesAtNight 8:10 pm [[Neither is landing on your back.]] verdigrisprowl 8:10 pm Hm. Probably. Clich.A 8:10 pm "that doesn't seem wise, Smokescreen" is like the background radation of his life,and yet somehow he is still here. SpecsTheSpectralDragon 8:10 pm Falling off of a cliff just seems terrible, really. Chaoit 8:10 pm ....all of this sounds terrible opatoes 8:11 pm ... I'm pretty sure I'm like, immortal or something. _Whirl 8:11 pm I've sampled a lot of what the multiverse has to offer. gaugebusters, LITERAL death liquor--which I survived, by the way--and at least one drink that was... at least 50% liquid drugs? Not that I knew THAT at the time. verdigrisprowl 8:11 pm *oop, sits up. pings a comm feed to his alternate.* Kelpy 8:11 pm Do you still want the rust held off? _Whirl 8:11 pm Yeah, no solid particles. radioactivibee 8:11 pm Smokey, we're not testing that theory. Kelpy 8:11 pm OKay. _Whirl 8:11 pm ...how--*looks to Rumble* How did you land on your face? opatoes 8:11 pm Come on, Bee- I'm pretty sure it's a drink! Chillsins 8:11 pm *Blue wiggles out of dad's arms and plops FATLY onto the floor. She's on a mission.* Kelpy 8:11 pm Did they just skip over what happened when Penguin revealed himself? radioactivibee 8:12 pm Oh wait it's a drink? Kelpy 8:12 pm Yeah it's a drink. NoodlesAtNight 8:12 pm [[They did.]] [[Somewhat.]] Kelpy 8:12 pm OKay good I didn't miss it. radioactivibee 8:12 pm In that case, Swerve, send me a recording of Smokey after the drink. NoodlesAtNight 8:12 pm //Landed on my face cuz I didn't land on my feet.// _Whirl 8:12 pm Let's see if I can figure out what any of this is about. My challenge for the night. SCProwl 8:12 pm *...will accept it, but she keeps the audio description on in case the video is too much* Kelpy 8:12 pm Sure thing! OmicronTheIceQueen 8:12 pm *Ice Queen comes in, shaking herself* MedicalMurdersaurus 8:12 pm *pokes his claw through a goodie* keehee Clich.A 8:12 pm I am..so confused at what we are looking at right now. SpecsTheSpectralDragon 8:12 pm Icy! Hello! *jinglejangle* _Whirl 8:12 pm ...that's fair. OmicronTheIceQueen 8:12 pm O,0 NoodlesAtNight 8:12 pm [[Ah. He apologizes, Clich. You did come in on the seventh episode of a show.]] OmicronTheIceQueen 8:12 pm *pauses, looking around* _Whirl 8:13 pm *beeps again at Blue, encouragingly. The Worm approaches* Clich.A 8:13 pm Well I used context clues to figure out this is that Gothem show But I thought it took place in Batman past? NoodlesAtNight 8:13 pm [[It does.]] MedicalMurdersaurus 8:13 pm *flicks the goodie off his talon and into the crowd* Clich.A 8:13 pm And then there was Harvey Dent? Old? And cell phones?? ????? NoodlesAtNight 8:13 pm [[Ah. That is Harvey Bullock.]] Clich.A 8:13 pm Oooooh OmicronTheIceQueen 8:14 pm Racer: O,o *standing under Icy, is this inside and outside again?* _Whirl 8:14 pm Nice. NoodlesAtNight 8:14 pm *Inside, today* Clich.A 8:14 pm (Gestures vaguely) Phones...of the cellular persuasion....hm. verdigrisprowl 8:14 pm Push her on the bus. SpecsTheSpectralDragon 8:14 pm Sedatives work wonders for that sort of thing. opatoes 8:14 pm Knowing how this show goes, there's gonna be someone fragged up on the bus, huh? Clich.A 8:14 pm If she is actually only 110 then he could probably more easily pick her up. NoodlesAtNight 8:14 pm [[...Are you advocating for him to murder her?]] *Surprised* Chillsins 8:15 pm *She's coming. Chill watches his spawn undulate across the floor like a wave of worm towards the couch.* MedicalMurdersaurus 8:15 pm *giggles and throws another goodie into the movie watching crowd* SpecsTheSpectralDragon 8:15 pm No, just to knock her out! verdigrisprowl 8:15 pm No. ONTO the bus. Through the door. Not UNDER. Kelpy 8:15 pm [snorts] _Whirl 8:15 pm *snickers* NoodlesAtNight 8:15 pm [[/Oh./ Yes, of course.]] Clich.A 8:15 pm Mmm. Goth..ham. Yes. OmicronTheIceQueen 8:15 pm *icy comes in, sniffing at specs before finding a place to loaf* verdigrisprowl 8:15 pm *HUFFS.* SpecsTheSpectralDragon 8:15 pm *goddess, the worm is perfect in every way* NoodlesAtNight 8:15 pm *HE WAS A LITTLE CONCERNED, THERE* opatoes 8:15 pm The city of goth pigs gotham Clich.A 8:15 pm very goth, much ham. radioactivibee 8:15 pm primus SpecsTheSpectralDragon 8:15 pm *loafs on Icy* Did you get the gifts? MedicalMurdersaurus 8:16 pm *picks up an entire fistful of goodies and throws it up in the air towards everyone watching the show* NoodlesAtNight 8:16 pm //Ain't ham like. Pig meat? Or is it the cows?// Kelpy 8:16 pm Bam bam radioactivibee 8:16 pm GothBambam SCProwl 8:16 pm Blank warrants. verdigrisprowl 8:16 pm Blank. Warrants. NoodlesAtNight 8:16 pm *Laserbeak zooms to get as many of those as she can before anyone else does* opatoes 8:16 pm I think it's pigs? Maybe it's cows. OmicronTheIceQueen 8:16 pm we did SCProwl 8:16 pm *frowning so hard* Clich.A 8:16 pm It's also a joke about Hammy acting! _Whirl 8:16 pm I thought pork was pigs? NoodlesAtNight 8:16 pm //I didn't know there was actor pigs.// MedicalMurdersaurus 8:16 pm *arms up in the air* YAHH BIRD! _Whirl 8:16 pm Or was it... bacon? verdigrisprowl 8:16 pm I— Just when I thought this city... Blank warrants. radioactivibee 8:17 pm [watching Laserbeak because wow that's entertaining] SpecsTheSpectralDragon 8:17 pm *happy chirp* Excellent! Did everyone like it? Clich.A 8:17 pm ((Peter Spellos just mentioned me....WHY?)) _Whirl 8:17 pm *soft bawking noises* NoodlesAtNight 8:17 pm //Heh heh.// Kelpy 8:17 pm What are they doing radioactivibee 8:17 pm Where did the chicken come from? NoodlesAtNight 8:18 pm [[A farm, he supposes.]] Clich.A 8:18 pm (( Oh it's about Sex Machine...the Iron Circus anthology...I keep forgetting he's...there...asljdflk)) SpecsTheSpectralDragon 8:18 pm They're talking right in front of him? Really? Chaoit 8:18 pm .... verdigrisprowl 8:18 pm Maybe they should get outside before having that conversation, about overthrowing their boss, in front of their boss. SpecsTheSpectralDragon 8:18 pm *laughs* Chaoit 8:18 pm He's going to get himself killed _Whirl 8:19 pm You'd be surprised how often *claw air quotes* "smart" people underestimate folks around them. OmicronTheIceQueen 8:19 pm there was a shiny factor, but not sure if Racer is ready for a blade yet Kelpy 8:19 pm You don't seem like it. NoodlesAtNight 8:19 pm [[He is either extremely brave or very suicidal, this Gordon.]] _Whirl 8:19 pm So this guy is the one good cop in a bad, bad town. SCProwl 8:19 pm Both. SpecsTheSpectralDragon 8:19 pm I understand. It is a traditional gift, but you know him better than I do. Chaoit 8:19 pm Both verdigrisprowl 8:19 pm I think he thinks he's already dead. radioactivibee 8:19 pm Maybe a bit of both. opatoes 8:19 pm Honestly, I think he just doesn't care anymore So yeah both NoodlesAtNight 8:20 pm ((AW YISS)) radioactivibee 8:20 pm Relatable. MedicalMurdersaurus 8:20 pm *picks up the biggest goodie available tonight and CHUCKS IT full speed across the room* SpecsTheSpectralDragon 8:20 pm ((who's bondage cop)) NoodlesAtNight 8:20 pm *Laserbeak cheats and grabs it out of the air with a feeler* radioactivibee 8:20 pm PRIMUS WHAT THE FRAG??? [ducks] SpecsTheSpectralDragon 8:20 pm ((er, bondage gal who stole the cop- WOAH)) MedicalMurdersaurus 8:20 pm *ERUPTS in laughter* *starts to bend over* *whoops there goes his balance* *BAM* SpecsTheSpectralDragon 8:20 pm ((ZSAZ)) radioactivibee 8:20 pm [pouts at Swoop] MedicalMurdersaurus 8:20 pm *swop on the floor* _Whirl 8:20 pm I dunno. If I knew I was dead either way my focus would be to do as much damage as possible on the way out. Let's see what Jim does. verdigrisprowl 8:21 pm I think that's exactly what he's doing. NoodlesAtNight 8:21 pm ((zsasz is FANTASTIC every time he shows up on this show i stg)) _Whirl 8:21 pm Well. Good. SpecsTheSpectralDragon 8:21 pm ((fucking bonkers serial killer man)) SCProwl 8:21 pm ((problematic fav SpecsTheSpectralDragon 8:21 pm ((he's such a great character, and such a bad person)) Chaoit 8:21 pm ...... _Whirl 8:21 pm *very slight wince* Kelpy 8:21 pm Huh. _Whirl 8:21 pm *he has decided he doesn't like this Zsaz guy* MedicalMurdersaurus 8:21 pm ((the angriest please)) opatoes 8:21 pm Man, these cops are the worst MedicalMurdersaurus 8:21 pm You Bird best at goodies _Whirl 8:21 pm Just shoot him. NoodlesAtNight 8:22 pm @W: //...Ah, sorry. Didn't know you was comin' or I'da asked Ravage for warnin'.// _Whirl 8:22 pm He likes to monologue, just shoot him in the fraggin' face while he's grandstanding. NoodlesAtNight 8:22 pm {{Bird best at eeeeverything.}} SCProwl 8:22 pm ...they all left. Chillsins 8:22 pm *The Worm reaches the couch, and lifts her upper half up, up like a hooded cobra before scrabbling with her limbs to heave her self up. You couch dwellers better make room for HER MAJESTY.* MedicalMurdersaurus 8:22 pm YAH verdigrisprowl 8:22 pm He brought backup Why do ONLY the bad guys know how to bring backup? Chaoit 8:22 pm Yep He's both NoodlesAtNight 8:22 pm [[Only the criminals care about doing their job, mostly.]] _Whirl 8:22 pm @R: It's fine, it's fine. Nothing serious, mech. *he gets an affectionate nudge for the trouble, though* Clich.A 8:22 pm ooh..ouch Kelpy 8:22 pm Anyone else hear wheezing dogs? Chaoit 8:22 pm Brave and crazy SpecsTheSpectralDragon 8:22 pm You'd think, if humans are supposed to be a social species, they'd know to attack in swarms. verdigrisprowl 8:22 pm Hff. True. NoodlesAtNight 8:23 pm =Dog? WHERE.= SpecsTheSpectralDragon 8:23 pm Then again, social is a broad term. Chillsins 8:23 pm *Chill grunts. He's been abandoned, left to sit by himself by his own spawn.* Kelpy 8:23 pm I dunno every time they fired I heard a wheezing ydog yap. OmicronTheIceQueen 8:23 pm Racer: O-o *at the sounds from screen, then goes back to sniffing about for likely treat givers* verdigrisprowl 8:23 pm *oh no, don't shoot the cop cars* _Whirl 8:23 pm *snickers and reaches over to help Blue clamber up onto a section of the couch. Fishes around and moves an extra pillow over there for her, and give sher the greeting beep again* NoodlesAtNight 8:23 pm ((LMAO PROWL)) MedicalMurdersaurus 8:23 pm *rolls forward into a handspring* SpecsTheSpectralDragon 8:23 pm ((prowl is perfect)) MedicalMurdersaurus 8:23 pm *is up!* verdigrisprowl 8:23 pm ((I WANT HIS SHOES)) NoodlesAtNight 8:23 pm *Bird claps for Swoop* SCProwl 8:23 pm *the police cars are the only good cops left in this city* OmicronTheIceQueen 8:24 pm (this can end badly for the cars I think) NoodlesAtNight 8:24 pm //Because you're gonna fraggin' shoot him, baldy.// Chillsins 8:24 pm *Blue grunts and BEEPS to the couch at large.* NoodlesAtNight 8:24 pm //Whatcha think he's gonna do, stand there 'n dance?// Kelpy 8:24 pm Did no one warn her OmicronTheIceQueen 8:24 pm ...... Chillsins 8:24 pm *This is her spot now.* OmicronTheIceQueen 8:24 pm aparently not _Whirl 8:24 pm Little did he know, Jim had weaponized the macarena. verdigrisprowl 8:24 pm ... Was that the cop in the MCU? OmicronTheIceQueen 8:24 pm run the fragger over radioactivibee 8:24 pm Primus....... Kelpy 8:24 pm .... _Whirl 8:24 pm HELL yeah. SpecsTheSpectralDragon 8:24 pm Well, well, well. Clich.A 8:24 pm Get out of my dreams, he says get into m ycar, he says Kelpy 8:24 pm I still hate her,. verdigrisprowl 8:24 pm Oh, no, there she is. Clich.A 8:25 pm Makes as much sense as anything! Chaoit 8:25 pm Primus OmicronTheIceQueen 8:25 pm Question. I thought car doors didn't stop human bullets SpecsTheSpectralDragon 8:25 pm ...That's not something you're supposed to do without scales, human. NoodlesAtNight 8:25 pm [[They were the Gordon human's enemies for a while, Clich. They discovered that they had no reason to hate him, and that he was working for good.]] MedicalMurdersaurus 8:25 pm *wanders over to the couch in time to catch the tally marks* Clich.A 8:25 pm There are....so many better ways to keep tally of things... MedicalMurdersaurus 8:25 pm What Him count for? NoodlesAtNight 8:26 pm \\HE'S COUNTIN' MURDERS. LIKE NOTCHIN' A WEAPON.\\ _Whirl 8:26 pm ................ @R: They don't. Catch him and make good on their threats though, right? MedicalMurdersaurus 8:26 pm What arm for? Him bad at count? Kehehhheh SpecsTheSpectralDragon 8:26 pm Oh, I thought it would be for snacks. NoodlesAtNight 8:26 pm @W: //Nah. Nah, that don't happen.// _Whirl 8:26 pm And, pfft, I mean, if you don't plan on taking more people out than you've got room for on your body, then you're a rank amateur. OmicronTheIceQueen 8:26 pm (pfft) _Whirl 8:26 pm *another gentle nudge of acknowledgement; ok, good* Chillsins 8:27 pm Only matters if you count that sort of thing. NoodlesAtNight 8:27 pm //He oughta do 'em smaller, like that Killmonger fleshie.// _Whirl 8:27 pm Killmonger? opatoes 8:27 pm Oh man, that's awkward Clich.A 8:27 pm Oh wow.....this guy is what I might call??? Unfortunate. opatoes 8:27 pm she will MedicalMurdersaurus 8:27 pm Who is Killmonger? SpecsTheSpectralDragon 8:27 pm Or with a better blade. That one looks... Gross. MedicalMurdersaurus 8:28 pm That cool name : > SpecsTheSpectralDragon 8:28 pm ((sjfkhalsfklasha)) Kelpy 8:28 pm Oh my god. opatoes 8:28 pm PFF NoodlesAtNight 8:28 pm //Some fleshie tried takin' over this Black Panther hero guy's throne. Did dots all on him for every kill.// SpecsTheSpectralDragon 8:28 pm Goddess above. verdigrisprowl 8:28 pm *huffs* SpecsTheSpectralDragon 8:28 pm She's going to put a knife in his neck. MedicalMurdersaurus 8:28 pm Throne is King thing verdigrisprowl 8:28 pm *that's the most disrespectful apology for disrespect Prowl's ever seen.* Chaoit 8:28 pm . . .well that's not good Chillsins 8:29 pm *Blue pats the couch cushions and wiggles until she's comfy.* SpecsTheSpectralDragon 8:29 pm Ah, she's going to unspool his digestive tract while keeping him alive? opatoes 8:29 pm This all seems a little.... Chillsins 8:29 pm Still a weird name. opatoes 8:29 pm Fishy NoodlesAtNight 8:29 pm [[Is that particularly painful, dragon?]] SpecsTheSpectralDragon 8:29 pm Or she's going to cover him in tar and slowly roast him alive? Yes. verdigrisprowl 8:29 pm Why did he reveal himself, anyway? What benefit has it given him? Clich.A 8:29 pm Nun?? TAKEN? _Whirl 8:29 pm Huh. Well... I guess if you're gonna name yourself Killmonger, might as well. *glances over to Blue, then gestures in the general direction of snacks, making an interrogative beep at her* NoodlesAtNight 8:29 pm //None of what?// radioactivibee 8:29 pm Nuns? SpecsTheSpectralDragon 8:29 pm ((pff, my great aunt would've beaten the shit out of that man)) opatoes 8:29 pm Nun of that Clich.A 8:29 pm AN OFFENCE! Nuns taken OmicronTheIceQueen 8:30 pm *eyes specs, then eyes Racer under a couch* just eat em Kelpy 8:30 pm Oh. NoodlesAtNight 8:30 pm ((LOL clich)) Kelpy 8:30 pm Um _Whirl 8:30 pm They should get out of the road. That's a bad............... habit. verdigrisprowl 8:30 pm ((WHIRL)) MedicalMurdersaurus 8:30 pm KAHAHAHAHAHHA NoodlesAtNight 8:30 pm ((haaaaaahahaha)) Clich.A 8:30 pm Hehe _Whirl 8:30 pm (( o3c )) opatoes 8:30 pm Wow, rude. _Whirl 8:30 pm They sure do love kneecapping people. Clich.A 8:30 pm I have to admire the guy who wanted to just tell them it was serious. MedicalMurdersaurus 8:31 pm Honk SpecsTheSpectralDragon 8:31 pm I dislike torture. The, er. *scratches her chin* Monasteries? Keep a list of the tortures utilized by the Eaten. I had to memorize them for an essay. MedicalMurdersaurus 8:31 pm *climbs up to sit on the back of the couch* OmicronTheIceQueen 8:31 pm Racer: *pats at Swerve again* opatoes 8:31 pm Uh oh OmicronTheIceQueen 8:31 pm hmm verdigrisprowl 8:31 pm ... He's TRYING to start a war. radioactivibee 8:31 pm So what does Penguin do in this? Chaoit 8:31 pm ((it kicked me)) Kelpy 8:31 pm [leans to pet Racer] Here for snacks? _Whirl 8:31 pm I was about to say, he's playing this guy like a fiddle. NoodlesAtNight 8:31 pm [[Manipulate his bosses, mostly.]] opatoes 8:31 pm He causes messes, basically! Chillsins 8:31 pm *Blue stares at Whirl blankly, before slowly following his gesture and BEEPING.* OmicronTheIceQueen 8:32 pm Racer: =D!!! SCProwl 8:32 pm Maybe? NoodlesAtNight 8:32 pm ((wb blaster mun)) Kelpy 8:32 pm Here you go. Snack. SCProwl 8:32 pm Her personal feelings defined almost every one of her actions. SpecsTheSpectralDragon 8:32 pm ((holy fuck alfred)) MedicalMurdersaurus 8:32 pm *looks around at everyone* W O W Chillsins 8:32 pm WOW yourself, Swoop. Clich.A 8:32 pm Oh it's a baby bat. Chaoit 8:32 pm Alfred SCProwl 8:33 pm ((MY SON _Whirl 8:33 pm *hmm, he'll take that as a yes* I'm heading to the bar. You two want anything? *looks to Rumble and Frenzy* MedicalMurdersaurus 8:33 pm There lots lots of bot here SpecsTheSpectralDragon 8:33 pm Does he have to start every meeting with the boy like that? MedicalMurdersaurus 8:33 pm Like 100 opatoes 8:33 pm b Chaoit 8:33 pm Scary man opatoes 8:33 pm but you are a child Clich.A 8:33 pm Put him in a blanket burritooo (whispers) itty bitty bat burrito SpecsTheSpectralDragon 8:33 pm ... *deep breath* He needs a better docent. NoodlesAtNight 8:33 pm //Somethin' spicy.// \\GIMME ONE OF THEM REAL BRIGHT PINK BOTTLES. 'S UNDER THE SINK.\\ //Oh, yeah! Grab two.// MedicalMurdersaurus 8:33 pm 1000 people OmicronTheIceQueen 8:33 pm Racer: *noming away at snack* radioactivibee 8:34 pm Alfred! _Whirl 8:34 pm *salutes, and hops up to gather the drinks, a snack for Blue, and...* Heeey bartender, what do I need to do to get a double gaugebuster? Chillsins 8:34 pm *Chill looks to see what the foster spawn is up to; she's not running but is stomping around, bowlegged like a monkey in the documentaries they watched. So be it.* SpecsTheSpectralDragon 8:34 pm Aw. Clich.A 8:34 pm Amazingly saying "it will be fine" when you've recently been shot, does not help as much as it may seem like. MedicalMurdersaurus 8:34 pm 1000000 NoodlesAtNight 8:34 pm *Ravage narrows his optics.* =...Small dance.= OmicronTheIceQueen 8:34 pm Racer: *eyes other younglings??* NoodlesAtNight 8:34 pm *He just wants to know if Whirl will do it.* _Whirl 8:35 pm Now Ravage, you know I can't DANCE. Chaoit 8:35 pm Oh dear. SpecsTheSpectralDragon 8:35 pm Oooh, did she scratch his face when she slapped him? OmicronTheIceQueen 8:35 pm likely NoodlesAtNight 8:35 pm =Eh, you're right. Then nothing. Here. I make it.= SpecsTheSpectralDragon 8:35 pm Humans should use claws more often. NoodlesAtNight 8:35 pm *He ducks below the counter.* OmicronTheIceQueen 8:35 pm humans have bad claws _Whirl 8:35 pm *salutes Ravage, and goes about gathering the other things--asking, of course, before he scoops up the drinks for the twins* opatoes 8:35 pm Uh oh SpecsTheSpectralDragon 8:36 pm Do they? Chillsins 8:36 pm I got a problem. NoodlesAtNight 8:36 pm =Very bad. Flat. Blunt. Thin.= SpecsTheSpectralDragon 8:36 pm Ah, that is terrible. radioactivibee 8:36 pm ......... MedicalMurdersaurus 8:37 pm Fire can kill lots of people : > NoodlesAtNight 8:37 pm ((i just want to say that i am presently drinking out of a Gotham cup because Appropriate)) opatoes 8:37 pm /Smokescreen's going to subtly squeeze Bee's servo./ Kelpy 8:37 pm Oh Clich.A 8:37 pm OH that is the problem with hired muscle... radioactivibee 8:37 pm [leans on Smokey] Clich.A 8:37 pm someone can pay them more...is a thing. SpecsTheSpectralDragon 8:37 pm *welp. that's. welp.* opatoes 8:37 pm /Squeezesqueeze/ NoodlesAtNight 8:37 pm *He does like Penguin's style. Though he won't say so.* Kelpy 8:37 pm .... Well then OmicronTheIceQueen 8:37 pm *scents around* .........the frag Chillsins 8:38 pm *Rebel stops marching to watch the show.* MedicalMurdersaurus 8:38 pm *blinks at the screen* Clich.A 8:38 pm The head pat and kiss....a bit..much? Can't tell. radioactivibee 8:38 pm primus.......... MedicalMurdersaurus 8:38 pm Weird Chillsins 8:38 pm Rebel: He's DEAD! SpecsTheSpectralDragon 8:38 pm *that was very clever, and the Penguin is a cunning little bird, but he's horrifying* _Whirl 8:38 pm So... obviously this penguin is on the rise to power. Clich.A 8:38 pm Quick someone pat my head and kiss me. NoodlesAtNight 8:38 pm *Soundwave leans on Prowl. He is once again tempted to find a way to test his wits against his brilliant cop amica.* OmicronTheIceQueen 8:38 pm Racer *eyeing to see if its safe to hop up on swerve's lap* Chaoit 8:38 pm ...he's a bit...off his rocker? verdigrisprowl 8:39 pm I think it was a bit much at the point when he stabbed the other guy in the guts, but. Kelpy 8:39 pm [blinks back. will he be crushed?] NoodlesAtNight 8:39 pm *Laserbeak pats Clich and gives him a light peck before going back to Swoop. It's close enough.* Clich.A 8:39 pm Aww...you didn't offline me either, that was great, thank yuuu. _Whirl 8:39 pm Hmm. I mean, the obvious thing to do would be to pit his enemies against each other. But--*points to the screen* He SEEMS to be telling lies to... patch em up? Which is pretty clever. Clich.A 8:40 pm (( DEXTER< that's where I remember Marcone from!)) OmicronTheIceQueen 8:40 pm Racer: *is about the size of a earth pony* MedicalMurdersaurus 8:40 pm ........... *now that Clich points it out, he's kind of disappointed Bird didn't murder him* *no reason, just wants to see a murder* _Whirl 8:40 pm Because folks can usually tell when you're trying to get em to fight. NoodlesAtNight 8:40 pm *There are plenty of those on screen. No reason to spill blood here too.* Kelpy 8:40 pm [well, he coul fit half of Racer then] Clich.A 8:40 pm (Yeah like 3 at least??)) _Whirl 8:40 pm No, there's nothing more dangerous than a PATIENT man. NoodlesAtNight 8:40 pm [[Indeed.]] SpecsTheSpectralDragon 8:40 pm That seems to hold true over all species. verdigrisprowl 8:40 pm *leans back against Soundwave. What's all this? Thinking about that table?* MedicalMurdersaurus 8:41 pm Me Swoop not PATIENT kehehh Still dangerous! SpecsTheSpectralDragon 8:41 pm ((she's pretty)) Clich.A 8:41 pm I thought it was there is nothing more dangerous than an kind man who has been pushed past the brink. NoodlesAtNight 8:41 pm ((she is)) Chillsins 8:41 pm *Curls his lip.* SpecsTheSpectralDragon 8:41 pm Kind people are often patient, too. That's the trouble. NoodlesAtNight 8:41 pm *Oh, the table's somewhere in that thought pile, yes.* Kelpy 8:41 pm Well. That's a plan. NoodlesAtNight 8:41 pm [[What is a RICO?]] SpecsTheSpectralDragon 8:41 pm Kindness requires thought, patience, and stubbornness. _Whirl 8:42 pm Well, some kind people are patient, but not all patient people are kind. verdigrisprowl 8:42 pm Racketeer Influenced and Corrupt Organizations Act. NoodlesAtNight 8:42 pm [[He remembers it being mentioned by law enforcement in another Bat property.]] Clich.A 8:42 pm Thank you Prowl, I was wracking my processor and it was coming up blank. OmicronTheIceQueen 8:42 pm Racer: *lifts up to swerve's seat, he's waiting to see if the okay is given. MANORS while Icy's watching him* SpecsTheSpectralDragon 8:42 pm *HAH* NoodlesAtNight 8:43 pm [[Ah. So something designed /specifically/ for groups like Falcone's.]] Kelpy 8:43 pm [Amused pat] I think you can get half in here buddy. NoodlesAtNight 8:43 pm [[Rather than the standard laws applicable to individuals.]] verdigrisprowl 8:43 pm Exactly. It's for clamping down on criminal organizations. Chillsins 8:43 pm *Blue peeks up over the couch and peeps. She wants FOOD!* NoodlesAtNight 8:43 pm [[Hm. Useful.]] _Whirl 8:43 pm *once he has all his drinks he will... hmm. He's got more bottles than claws. The bottles are going in his cockpit. He's gonna carry his drink in one hand and the treats in the other* MedicalMurdersaurus 8:43 pm *pets Bird* NoodlesAtNight 8:44 pm *Bird warbles and chatters to herself about all the attention.* opatoes 8:44 pm ((I was away for a few minutes what'd I miss MedicalMurdersaurus 8:44 pm keehee <3 NoodlesAtNight 8:44 pm ((where were you last smokey)) SpecsTheSpectralDragon 8:44 pm He's got the mate. Of course he does. opatoes 8:44 pm ((uhhhh they were mourning the guy penguin killed MedicalMurdersaurus 8:44 pm *has no shortage of attention* SpecsTheSpectralDragon 8:44 pm ((whoops OOCd when I meant to IC)) opatoes 8:44 pm He's bluffing isn't he verdigrisprowl 8:44 pm Mm. Take them in anyway. MedicalMurdersaurus 8:45 pm *it might be scattered to the wind but he gets good coverage* Clich.A 8:45 pm I could, but I don't have her! opatoes 8:45 pm Definitely bluffing NoodlesAtNight 8:45 pm ((not much then)) Kelpy 8:45 pm Why would she be dumb enough to come back OmicronTheIceQueen 8:45 pm Racer: *hops, and then jumps up to sit half beside the mech, and tries the snuggle in close* verdigrisprowl 8:45 pm She took the risk, it was her own stupid fault. opatoes 8:45 pm Wait Harvey's still helping SpecsTheSpectralDragon 8:45 pm He's a mob boss. Why wouldn't he bluff? NoodlesAtNight 8:45 pm ((they traded a property and harvey agreed to help jim on this since he's dead anyway)) Kelpy 8:45 pm [now has one child half on his la] Hello then. Chaoit 8:45 pm .... opatoes 8:45 pm oh dang he wasn't lying- FUNKYTOWN SpecsTheSpectralDragon 8:45 pm ...Did she really? Did she REALLY? Chillsins 8:45 pm Wow. SpecsTheSpectralDragon 8:45 pm What is wrong with bondmates? NoodlesAtNight 8:45 pm ((i want you all to know that this cellphone ringtone becomes a great brick joke)) Kelpy 8:46 pm *Did* she come back or did he track her down. SCProwl 8:46 pm Take him in. NoodlesAtNight 8:46 pm ((but i'm not gonna spoil it)) OmicronTheIceQueen 8:46 pm ((gaaaah the construction things are parking)) Chaoit 8:46 pm That's not good.... _Whirl 8:46 pm *Blue gets her treats first* Here ya go, squirt. Bon appetit. *once he's satisfied that she has a handle on the treats he's gonna sit and pop his cockpit glass and dig out the twins' drinks* Kelpy 8:46 pm God she's dumb. Clich.A 8:46 pm Honestly I am ashamed of the writers for having her actually written as coming back. Chaoit 8:46 pm No backbone, that one SpecsTheSpectralDragon 8:47 pm Gotham's most famous invertebrate. MedicalMurdersaurus 8:47 pm ANARCHY :V Chaoit 8:47 pm Yup Chillsins 8:47 pm *Blue PEEPS gratefully and shoves a treat in her mouth to smack her lips noisily.* NoodlesAtNight 8:47 pm *The twins snatch up their bottles and happily pop them open. Sideswipe's stuff is supposed to be really, really good.* MedicalMurdersaurus 8:47 pm Cool : > _Whirl 8:47 pm There is GOING to be a catch. SpecsTheSpectralDragon 8:47 pm By rights she should rip his throat out with her teeth. Or Gordon should. verdigrisprowl 8:47 pm Punch out Zsazsa and arrest the people you came here to arrest. _Whirl 8:48 pm *SNORTS* SpecsTheSpectralDragon 8:48 pm Eat him. OmicronTheIceQueen 8:48 pm this will not end well yes MedicalMurdersaurus 8:48 pm Me Swoop like anarchy. Her Carly said. Her say so. OmicronTheIceQueen 8:48 pm eat them all >C _Whirl 8:48 pm Z--Zsazsa. NoodlesAtNight 8:48 pm \\ANARCHY'S FUN.\\ Chaoit 8:48 pm Oh. Oh, that's...no verdigrisprowl 8:48 pm Dump her. Kelpy 8:48 pm What mad her think that was helpful???? verdigrisprowl 8:48 pm *whispers* That's the opposite of dumping her. Chillsins 8:48 pm So this entire episode was a waste of time. OmicronTheIceQueen 8:48 pm *looks at the twins, and griiiins, Pirate arches her wings a little* _Whirl 8:48 pm *pauses for a moment, drumming up his best Zsa Zsa Gabor impression* I cut my murders into my plating, daaahling. SCProwl 8:48 pm Ugh SpecsTheSpectralDragon 8:49 pm Historically, and I should probably clarify that this applies only to organics, bondmates are stupid. NoodlesAtNight 8:49 pm [[She does not understand criminal organizations. She thought pleading would change their mind, as it would your average person. She is not the first to try that and he doubts she will be the last.]] Clich.A 8:49 pm (snorts at Whirl's impression) OmicronTheIceQueen 8:49 pm that's correct... Chillsins 8:49 pm *Points* Chickens. SpecsTheSpectralDragon 8:49 pm Penguins, too. NoodlesAtNight 8:49 pm *Soundwave huffs at Whirl's comment.* Chillsins 8:49 pm *Points* Penguin. MedicalMurdersaurus 8:49 pm *chicken noises* SCProwl 8:49 pm Aha NoodlesAtNight 8:49 pm *Steeples his fingers and leans forward.* verdigrisprowl 8:50 pm No, but she DID refuse to listen to him when every other time she's refused to listen to him it's made things worse for him. Kelpy 8:50 pm ooooh _Whirl 8:50 pm I mean... dumping her would probably help protect her, too. SpecsTheSpectralDragon 8:50 pm *watches with great interest* Chaoit 8:51 pm ..... SpecsTheSpectralDragon 8:51 pm ... NoodlesAtNight 8:51 pm *Oh, he DOES like Penguin.* OmicronTheIceQueen 8:51 pm hmm Chaoit 8:51 pm Well then SpecsTheSpectralDragon 8:51 pm *clever little bird, he is* verdigrisprowl 8:51 pm You would think that by now she'd have learned that she DOESN'T UNDERSTAND his work and maybe she should LISTEN to what he says. radioactivibee 8:51 pm Wow. Agooddistraction858 8:51 pm what _Whirl 8:51 pm I mean, not a bad pitch from him but why would you trust someone like that? Chaoit 8:51 pm Clever man Clich.A 8:51 pm That was a very intellectual request. Agooddistraction858 8:52 pm What did I miss? Chillsins 8:52 pm I don't think Boss Guy has much to lose or risk on that deal. MedicalMurdersaurus 8:52 pm *sees Wheeljack come in* SpecsTheSpectralDragon 8:52 pm He can't possibly trust Penguin with his back, but why not trust Penguin with other peoples' backs? OmicronTheIceQueen 8:52 pm a lot MedicalMurdersaurus 8:52 pm W O W BILLION bot in Dancitron :V Chillsins 8:52 pm A BILLION? MedicalMurdersaurus 8:52 pm A BILLOIN Kelpy 8:52 pm Oh boy. SpecsTheSpectralDragon 8:52 pm ...What's with that face, Cobblepot? NoodlesAtNight 8:52 pm [[Greetings, Wheeljack.]] MedicalMurdersaurus 8:53 pm soooooooooo many Chillsins 8:53 pm Wow, that's a lot. I think. Chaoit 8:53 pm I'm...he's...just, wow NoodlesAtNight 8:53 pm [[You missed the revelation of Penguin's true intentions.]] MedicalMurdersaurus 8:53 pm Yah Lots radioactivibee 8:53 pm I'm glad I don't live there. _Whirl 8:53 pm I'd only take that offer if I can ensure he wouldn't get his snitching little hands on something useful to MY enemies. Cos he'd do it in a sparkbeat. OmicronTheIceQueen 8:53 pm Racer: *lifts head and peers around* Agooddistraction858 8:53 pm Great verdigrisprowl 8:53 pm His actions make a lot more sense now. Chaoit 8:53 pm That's many types of amazing SCProwl 8:53 pm This is going to get so much worse before Gotham has any chance at getting better. MedicalMurdersaurus 8:53 pm Us shooould fight to the death : > Then more goodie for BIrd NoodlesAtNight 8:53 pm [[They do indeed. As does why Falcone seemed so smug about Fish.]] radioactivibee 8:53 pm Almost feels like Iacon then. verdigrisprowl 8:53 pm Ah. White collar crime. Chaoit 8:53 pm Yep Clich.A 8:54 pm I wentto get pudding, who is fighting? Chillsins 8:54 pm Rebel: *Stomps around the room again, but spots Blue chomping away at treats. Her mouth forms a little O of surprise.* NoodlesAtNight 8:54 pm [[Overtime hours are serious matters.]] OmicronTheIceQueen 8:54 pm what the frag is going on here? _Whirl 8:54 pm *snickers* verdigrisprowl 8:54 pm Heh. SpecsTheSpectralDragon 8:54 pm Wha- IT'S THE RIDDLING HUMAN! Chaoit 8:54 pm Gotta love things like this. SpecsTheSpectralDragon 8:54 pm Wasn't it? What will he tell us today? IT WAS HIM! *the dragon chirps delightedly* My favorite human. NoodlesAtNight 8:55 pm @W: //Oh, uh. You're gonna wanna maybe look away once the glasses human gets pokin' in his mouth.// Agooddistraction858 8:55 pm Uhhh _Whirl 8:55 pm *very slight nod; he's going to glance to the sidr to watch Blue chomp away and take a swig of his drink* SpecsTheSpectralDragon 8:55 pm ... radioactivibee 8:55 pm Oh that's gross. Agooddistraction858 8:55 pm ?? SpecsTheSpectralDragon 8:55 pm *soft chirp* He's delightful. radioactivibee 8:55 pm Humans can be really gross. Ew. MedicalMurdersaurus 8:56 pm What print? Chaoit 8:56 pm WELL Clich.A 8:56 pm (He was not eating pudding at a good time) NoodlesAtNight 8:56 pm [[He did not know human bites were capable of that.]] radioactivibee 8:56 pm ... MedicalMurdersaurus 8:56 pm ((swoop's way of asking)) OmicronTheIceQueen 8:56 pm *before she forgets, shifted and un-subspaces something for Specs* SpecsTheSpectralDragon 8:57 pm !!! *a gift! what a wonderful day!* Chillsins 8:57 pm *Rebel runs and LEAPS onto the couch, screaming and scrambling up Blue's long body to make grabby hands and earn an indignant screech from her older adopted sister.* Rebel: GIMME! _Whirl 8:57 pm Hey! Knock it off! radioactivibee 8:57 pm wow MedicalMurdersaurus 8:57 pm KAHAH NoodlesAtNight 8:57 pm ((WHOOP i forgot about that one)) Clich.A 8:58 pm Ooh did I feel that coming in my spark. MedicalMurdersaurus 8:58 pm her STAB SpecsTheSpectralDragon 8:58 pm He probably should have expected that. opatoes 8:58 pm Oh man rude ... I guess Penguin'll be okay but NoodlesAtNight 8:58 pm ((distracted by cat)) _Whirl 8:58 pm ((whirl is sufficiently distracted by a small angry truck o7)) Chillsins 8:58 pm *Chill's head swivels around as far as his armour allows to see what sort of child fight has broken out this time.* opatoes 8:58 pm /Practically squeezing Bee's servo off/ _Whirl 8:58 pm Go get your own snacks, they're at the bar. radioactivibee 8:58 pm [Doesn't even notice the squeezing.....] MedicalMurdersaurus 8:58 pm What a don? Chillsins 8:58 pm *Naturally, this fight revolves around food.* verdigrisprowl 8:58 pm He really should have expected that. Agooddistraction858 8:59 pm Is it like a dom? SpecsTheSpectralDragon 8:59 pm He's lucky he didn't get the teeth. MedicalMurdersaurus 8:59 pm doN nnnnnnnnnnnnn radioactivibee 8:59 pm Awe Bruce.... NoodlesAtNight 8:59 pm [[He really should have. She wanted to have him killed, after all.]] Kelpy 8:59 pm Has he never been to scool?? NoodlesAtNight 8:59 pm [[It is not a dom. A don is a leader of a criminal organization.]] Chillsins 8:59 pm Rebel: Too short! *She makes more grabby fingers until Blue takes pity on her and lets her have one. ONE.* MedicalMurdersaurus 8:59 pm Don means leader? Chaoit 8:59 pm Trying to wiggle his way out OmicronTheIceQueen 9:00 pm *opens jaws, its nearly the only way she can and lets a red and orange thing drop beside specs* Chaoit 9:00 pm Poor kid radioactivibee 9:00 pm Swerve, I'm pretty sure he goes to private school. SpecsTheSpectralDragon 9:00 pm Bah. Socialization is only as helpful as it isn't dreaded. NoodlesAtNight 9:00 pm //I dunno. Don't rich types always like teachin' mechs themselves? Don't let 'em mingle with us dirty low caste bots 'n stuff. Can't have 'em sympathizin' with us.// opatoes 9:00 pm Private school? Kelpy 9:00 pm He's acting like this is a new school though opatoes 9:00 pm Is that really a thing on Earth? Agooddistraction858 9:00 pm *gazing at the bar* _Whirl 9:00 pm *peers at her, but doesn't seem impressed by her reasoning. Blue seems to be all right with it, so he lets it drop* NoodlesAtNight 9:00 pm *Ravage eyes Wheeljack.* =Fewer snacks today, hm?= verdigrisprowl 9:00 pm Among humans, rich families put their children together in the same school. radioactivibee 9:00 pm Yeah. Raf was looking into it for high school since he could get the scholarships. SpecsTheSpectralDragon 9:00 pm Forcing a hatchling into the playground with the others only results in pain. *GIFT! GIFT! GIFT!* Icy? Is this for me? Agooddistraction858 9:01 pm You got it, meow mix. opatoes 9:01 pm ... Harvey's a surprisingly loyal friend _Whirl 9:01 pm And, Rumble's got the right of it. verdigrisprowl 9:01 pm To isolate them from the rest of society. OmicronTheIceQueen 9:01 pm Racer: *falls off swerve and onto the floor* Kelpy 9:01 pm Are they plagued? NoodlesAtNight 9:01 pm *Ravage growls quietly but puts up with it. No murders in public.* opatoes 9:01 pm Wait, really? Good job, Raf! What's the main difference between that and public school? Kelpy 9:01 pm Is that why they isolate them? NoodlesAtNight 9:01 pm //They ARE the plague.// *Grunt* MedicalMurdersaurus 9:01 pm ((ugghhh)) Chaoit 9:01 pm And I have to go back home, see you all later! radioactivibee 9:02 pm I think education and the types of kids who go there. NoodlesAtNight 9:02 pm [[Goodnight, Blaster.]] OmicronTheIceQueen 9:02 pm its a gift little fluffy Chillsins 9:02 pm *Rebel SHOVES the treat into her mouth and makes gross chewing noises and leans against Blue like she's her own couch. Blue allows this.* Chaoit 9:02 pm ((gotta go, thanks for the stream! _Whirl 9:02 pm ((omfg CAROL???)) ((IT'S THE GHOST OF CHRISTMAS PRESENT)) NoodlesAtNight 9:02 pm ((YEP)) SpecsTheSpectralDragon 9:02 pm Well, that's where he gets it from. Kelpy 9:02 pm Oh radioactivibee 9:02 pm Ah. Chillsins 9:03 pm *Squints.* opatoes 9:03 pm ... is he gonna offline his mom Agooddistraction858 9:03 pm hjklds Chillsins 9:03 pm Um, wow. _Whirl 9:03 pm Is that how you sedate your patients, Frenzy? Kelpy 9:03 pm //dgbg did she just admit she outed someone to nazis or did i misunderstand tat ghnh NoodlesAtNight 9:03 pm *Rumble nudges Frenzy.* //He doctors like you, heh.// \\AH, GET FRAGGED, BOTH OF YOU.\\ _Whirl 9:03 pm *outright laughs* SpecsTheSpectralDragon 9:03 pm ((communists)) Chillsins 9:03 pm That brings back memories. Kelpy 9:03 pm //fgbhb NoodlesAtNight 9:03 pm ((communists, i think? but then idk because himmelfarb sounds like a german name)) radioactivibee 9:03 pm [Now it's his turn to squeeze Smokey's servo] Kelpy 9:04 pm //that's still bad omg she's Evil SpecsTheSpectralDragon 9:04 pm ((she's hungarian, according to TVTropes)) NoodlesAtNight 9:04 pm ((yeah she's awful)) OmicronTheIceQueen 9:04 pm Racer: *scooting around sniff* _Whirl 9:04 pm ((blue-color? huh)) ((or, well. sky-color)) SCProwl 9:04 pm (( https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/State_Protection_Authority State Protection Authority - Wikipedia State Protection Authority - Wikipedia OmicronTheIceQueen 9:04 pm O_o SpecsTheSpectralDragon 9:04 pm ((er, is anyone getting video)) verdigrisprowl 9:04 pm ((still fine here)) OmicronTheIceQueen 9:05 pm (its skipping here) Chillsins 9:05 pm (( I still am. )) opatoes 9:05 pm ((Yeah? 😧 Kelpy 9:05 pm //fine here NoodlesAtNight 9:05 pm ((could be your connection, refresh?)) SpecsTheSpectralDragon 9:05 pm ((it came back, but I'll refresh if it does it again)) SCProwl 9:05 pm ((sorry about the giant image, i hate the link preview thing radioactivibee 9:05 pm (( i'm fine OmicronTheIceQueen 9:05 pm I have a feeling this gorden human will be doing this a lot NoodlesAtNight 9:05 pm [[Primus.]] SpecsTheSpectralDragon 9:06 pm *noses the gift, and picks it up. what is it?* Thank you, Icy! Chillsins 9:06 pm Maybe she should, I don't know, leave and stay away this time? She's a liability. opatoes 9:06 pm ... I looked away and I thought she said "That monster's ass" and NoodlesAtNight 9:06 pm [[If she is this frightened, it might be a wise idea. For her health, if nothing else.]] radioactivibee 9:06 pm Smokey. Is that what you call Overlord's aft? opatoes 9:07 pm Wait what no _Whirl 9:07 pm Honestly, yeah he... he should have driven her off. I mean, if someone can stand by you AND take the heat, that's one thing, but if they can't... better for them to hate you and be ALIVE, right? OmicronTheIceQueen 9:07 pm Its one of the rarer crystals we mine Kelpy 9:07 pm Uh Chillsins 9:07 pm *His ears perk up at THAT name, but it only lasts for a second.* verdigrisprowl 9:07 pm "How can you promise me that"? He did a PRETTY GOOD job keeping you out of trouble until you deliberately ignored all his advice and did the exact opposite of what he told you you needed to do to stay safe. NoodlesAtNight 9:07 pm \\...KINDA FANCY FOR A FACEMASK. ALL THEM FANGS 'N SCRAP.\\ opatoes 9:07 pm Also- wait, Wheeljack, hey! Agooddistraction858 9:08 pm Hey, kid SpecsTheSpectralDragon 9:08 pm Thank you so much! It looks beautiful! *nuzzles the Icy* You're wonderful. ((god ed is so cuuuuute)) verdigrisprowl 9:08 pm ... He DOES do the medical examinations. OmicronTheIceQueen 9:08 pm https://stauer-cdn-bi1tspyakbh4frq6pd1dkakl9n7hjflhje.netdna-ssl.com/images/stauer/products/22180_800.jpg ((sorry if this is big)) Agooddistraction858 9:08 pm I didn't catch any of what just happened, SpecsTheSpectralDragon 9:08 pm ((like not in the aesthetics way, his personality is just adorable)) opatoes 9:08 pm Neither have I, Wheels. But I'm liking it! NoodlesAtNight 9:09 pm [[No, Prowl, he does not.]] *Huffs* verdigrisprowl 9:09 pm *laughs* Never mind. _Whirl 9:09 pm *snickers* Clich.A 9:09 pm Discover you butt! Kelpy 9:09 pm [snorts] Chillsins 9:09 pm Wow. verdigrisprowl 9:09 pm *but Prowl sympathizes* NoodlesAtNight 9:09 pm [[He is right to call the human sloppy, though, after that coin miss.]] SpecsTheSpectralDragon 9:09 pm He wants to do his job right, and everyone else's too. *chirps* ((WHY WOULD YOU SAY THAT)) Clich.A 9:09 pm Wow, whata way to start that. SpecsTheSpectralDragon 9:09 pm ((WHY WOULD YOU DO THAT)) radioactivibee 9:09 pm .......... Agooddistraction858 9:09 pm What a little scraphead OmicronTheIceQueen 9:09 pm *rubs head lightly against the fluffy dragon* NoodlesAtNight 9:10 pm ((and idk ed's appearance is adorable in an unusual way)) OmicronTheIceQueen 9:10 pm [guess who's turning into bullies] NoodlesAtNight 9:10 pm *Rumble looks over at Frenzy again.* //I ain't even gotta say it.// SpecsTheSpectralDragon 9:10 pm *cleans the icy snout affectionately* It's a beautiful gift! NoodlesAtNight 9:10 pm \\SHUT UP.\\ \\IT'S IMPORTANT QUESTIONS.\\ _Whirl 9:10 pm *tilts head, looking between them interestedly* What? You decided to become a nun or something? SpecsTheSpectralDragon 9:11 pm ((it is, but I don't find him as aesthetically pleasing as I do personality-wise. which is fine, because aesthetics are secondary to me. I would probably date ed, IRL. which is probably going to end badly considering that he becomes the FUCKING RIDDLER)) NoodlesAtNight 9:11 pm //Nah, the kid askin' bout the li'l fleshie's creators.// NoodlesAtNight 9:11 pm ((ouo)) verdigrisprowl 9:11 pm ((and considering that when he walks by uninterested girls he smells their hair)) SCProwl 9:11 pm ((*laughs* _Whirl 9:11 pm *snickers* SpecsTheSpectralDragon 9:11 pm ((wait he what)) Kelpy 9:11 pm //dfgbfgb SpecsTheSpectralDragon 9:11 pm ((I didn't see that one)) ((I missed three eps)) NoodlesAtNight 9:11 pm ((last week yeah. he's got a crush on the file clerk and smelled her hair as she walked by)) Agooddistraction858 9:11 pm [i knew i got crispin hellion glover vibes from him] SpecsTheSpectralDragon 9:12 pm ((ed that's creepy)) Chillsins 9:12 pm *Rebel whines until Blue forks over another treat. It's okay, Blue can eat them faster.* SpecsTheSpectralDragon 9:12 pm ((and menacing)) verdigrisprowl 9:12 pm ((he also rearranged her files while she was out of the room because he thought his method was better)) opatoes 9:12 pm ((ed no SpecsTheSpectralDragon 9:12 pm ((okay, that's annoying, but also endearing)) verdigrisprowl 9:12 pm ((after she said she wasn't interested and didn't want him to)) SpecsTheSpectralDragon 9:12 pm ((that's just annoying)) verdigrisprowl 9:12 pm ((so, yknow, no respect for boundaries or no's)) _Whirl 9:13 pm *just laughs* Chillsins 9:13 pm *Snorts.* Warrior baloney. Kelpy 9:13 pm OKay there Gordon. verdigrisprowl 9:13 pm ((but i mean outside of that he's endearing)) Clich.A 9:13 pm Oh wow. Forshadowing? SpecsTheSpectralDragon 9:13 pm ((take ed to social skills class and then date him)) verdigrisprowl 9:14 pm ((eyyyy)) Clich.A 9:14 pm ....Wow for a moment he looked at gorden like he was a snack. _Whirl 9:14 pm ...Does Sionis want to frag him or...? SpecsTheSpectralDragon 9:14 pm That's not suspicious at all. NoodlesAtNight 9:14 pm [[Wrong kind of hunger.]] Clich.A 9:14 pm (Looks at Whirl) SImpatico.. SCProwl 9:14 pm *huffs at Harvey's comment* _Whirl 9:14 pm *points a claw at Clich* Simpatico. radioactivibee 9:14 pm .......... SpecsTheSpectralDragon 9:14 pm ((to be fair, I've been in SS for ten years and counting and I still have issues with boundaries, but I do what I can)) Chillsins 9:14 pm Rebel: *Points* Blood. verdigrisprowl 9:15 pm ((ed can be a work in progress)) Clich.A 9:15 pm OH no..a nerd. radioactivibee 9:15 pm [snickers] opatoes 9:15 pm ... i didn't realize he had a bloody nose for a second and I thought that was just really tacky facial hair NoodlesAtNight 9:15 pm {{Two thumb up, Bullock fleshie.}} Clich.A 9:15 pm HA. radioactivibee 9:15 pm A rockin' twink. SpecsTheSpectralDragon 9:15 pm At least he has two. Chillsins 9:15 pm Um wow. SpecsTheSpectralDragon 9:15 pm ((what the fuck, kid)) verdigrisprowl 9:15 pm *glances at Soundwave and murmurs* Which reminds me—I need to get back to you about that mask discussion we had before. opatoes 9:15 pm primus rude NoodlesAtNight 9:15 pm //Punch this li'l scrap.// Clich.A 9:15 pm OOOOH Chillsins 9:15 pm Good. radioactivibee 9:15 pm Oh this brings back memories. Agooddistraction858 9:16 pm oh scrap _Whirl 9:16 pm Push him down the stairs! opatoes 9:16 pm ... /Petting Bee's back./ Chillsins 9:16 pm He's Batman, he doesn't MURDER people. SpecsTheSpectralDragon 9:16 pm This is why you do not force hatchlings to socialize when they hate it. Clich.A 9:16 pm Baby bat you are not yet a judo master it is not the time... _Whirl 9:16 pm He'll PROBABLY be all right. NoodlesAtNight 9:16 pm *Soundwave glances over.* [[Oh? He'd thought you changed your mind. ... But so noted.]] radioactivibee 9:16 pm He scares the living daylights out of them and then flies into the moon. SpecsTheSpectralDragon 9:16 pm Did he just beat a man with food? verdigrisprowl 9:16 pm No—just got distracted. Chillsins 9:16 pm *Turns just enough to give Whirl a skeptical eye, and maybe check on his spawn.* opatoes 9:16 pm he ehsy OmicronTheIceQueen 9:17 pm that's impressive opatoes 9:17 pm what just left his thumb in verdigrisprowl 9:17 pm And I've recently been re-encouraged. opatoes 9:17 pm primus NoodlesAtNight 9:17 pm *Tilts his head. How?* =Biting. Valid fight tactic.= SpecsTheSpectralDragon 9:17 pm ((Ed! Ed! Ed!)) verdigrisprowl 9:17 pm *tilts his head back at him.* opatoes 9:18 pm ... What Clich.A 9:18 pm INDEX CARDS??? NoodlesAtNight 9:18 pm [[...Why? Or how. Both. A curiosity, not a complaint.]] opatoes 9:18 pm primus offices are scary SpecsTheSpectralDragon 9:18 pm ((he's so cute when he's showing off)) radioactivibee 9:18 pm Wow. NoodlesAtNight 9:18 pm *Laserbeak shudders. Cards down the throat. How can anyone eat with a neck cut up like that?* MedicalMurdersaurus 9:18 pm *blinks at Bird* ? Agooddistraction858 9:18 pm *scratching at audial* I have no idea what's happenin Chillsins 9:18 pm Never forget Balloon Man. radioactivibee 9:19 pm Balloon Man? NoodlesAtNight 9:19 pm //Balloon Man was AMAZIN'.// NoodlesAtNight 9:19 pm \\WHAT YOU CONFUSED ON, JACK?\\ verdigrisprowl 9:19 pm Mm. During the protoform crisis. Kelpy 9:19 pm Give Bruce some time to grow up. Chillsins 9:19 pm *Hand over spark.* SpecsTheSpectralDragon 9:19 pm Fly too high, and freeze to death. OmicronTheIceQueen 9:19 pm (*making dream catches did omie miss something*) opatoes 9:19 pm OH YEAH Balloon man tied corrupt politicians to balloons killing them Agooddistraction858 9:19 pm Everything _Whirl 9:19 pm *squints* Balloon man...? radioactivibee 9:19 pm Oh Alfred. The best butler. Clich.A 9:19 pm Yeahhhh. Someone put baby bat bruce in a blanket burrito. OmicronTheIceQueen 9:20 pm Racer: *stalking a pede* NoodlesAtNight 9:20 pm [[Is there someone he should be irritated with?]] opatoes 9:20 pm Can't they text NoodlesAtNight 9:20 pm *Who did what during the protoform crisis?* Chillsins 9:20 pm Yeah, every once in a while we get a vigilante episode. Balloon Man was the most...Inventive. radioactivibee 9:20 pm Or teach him some hand to hand. opatoes 9:20 pm Oh man, I hope Alfred teaches him to fight radioactivibee 9:20 pm Huh. verdigrisprowl 9:21 pm No. *But Soundwave gets an elbow nudge for asking.* NoodlesAtNight 9:21 pm *Nods and - nudges back? Was that a good nudge?* Chillsins 9:21 pm *Taps his chin, thinking.* verdigrisprowl 9:21 pm *it was the most affectionate elbow nudge.* SpecsTheSpectralDragon 9:21 pm It's an important skill for hatchlings to know. Even when there isn't trouble. It's hard to have trouble when there's large teeth in one's thro- OH. Clich.A 9:22 pm I hope it's been refitted... opatoes 9:22 pm Imagine it just falling off over and over NoodlesAtNight 9:23 pm //So, Wheeljack. That li'l fleshie, the Bruce kid - his parents got popped by some masked guy. Cops 'n some mob types framed some fragger for it, 'n Gordon found out. Wants to fix the city. He 'n Penguin sorta made friends, Penguin's playin' his new boss for a dip, 'n the kid's investigatin' stuff.// SpecsTheSpectralDragon 9:23 pm ...This is not training. This is throwing a boy into a meat grinder. NoodlesAtNight 9:23 pm //'S about whatcha missed.// radioactivibee 9:23 pm O.o opatoes 9:23 pm primus Clich.A 9:23 pm Oh. verdigrisprowl 9:23 pm ((did alfred bring his kid to another kid's house in order to beat him up)) OmicronTheIceQueen 9:23 pm well then opatoes 9:23 pm ((yes SpecsTheSpectralDragon 9:23 pm Oh. _Whirl 9:23 pm Nice! Kelpy 9:23 pm //yes NoodlesAtNight 9:23 pm [[That is the most inventive use of a watch he has ever seen.]] SpecsTheSpectralDragon 9:23 pm Nevermind. radioactivibee 9:23 pm OH Clich.A 9:23 pm Dang. radioactivibee 9:23 pm ALFRED SpecsTheSpectralDragon 9:23 pm Good docent. Clich.A 9:23 pm Stone....cold. _Whirl 9:23 pm I mean, he's got MY approval. OmicronTheIceQueen 9:23 pm HAH Agooddistraction858 9:23 pm Thanks Chillsins 9:24 pm Interesting. opatoes 9:24 pm I love Alfred Chillsins 9:24 pm He's already becoming a vigilante. SpecsTheSpectralDragon 9:24 pm ((just listen to ed!)) ((he knows things!)) radioactivibee 9:25 pm ... NoodlesAtNight 9:25 pm [[...Interesting choice of arena. He does have to give the Sionis fleshling that credit.]] opatoes 9:25 pm rip gordon SpecsTheSpectralDragon 9:25 pm *watches Prowl's reaction* NoodlesAtNight 9:25 pm [[Quite a break from tire fires and scrap spires.]] radioactivibee 9:25 pm Harvey please opatoes 9:25 pm man poor harvey OmicronTheIceQueen 9:25 pm go human XD SpecsTheSpectralDragon 9:25 pm They're all cowards. They've shown their colors once. They'll do it again. verdigrisprowl 9:25 pm *neutral face* _Whirl 9:26 pm *regarding the screen with an intensely deadpan expression* opatoes 9:26 pm poor gordon though this has gotta suck as a work environment SpecsTheSpectralDragon 9:26 pm Gotham's own unique class of invertebrates. ... Huh. radioactivibee 9:26 pm I don't like this city. OmicronTheIceQueen 9:26 pm I would still like to use a fireball on that place Kelpy 9:26 pm Does his board actually take this as entertainment opatoes 9:26 pm Neither do I, Bee. Neither do I NoodlesAtNight 9:26 pm [[You aren't meant to like the city. It is an awful place to live. That is why they must try to clean it up.]] Chillsins 9:26 pm It's like a gladiatorial arena. SpecsTheSpectralDragon 9:26 pm Blood fights are fun to people who don't fight in them. verdigrisprowl 9:26 pm *... leans forward at the display in the police office, though.* radioactivibee 9:26 pm Maybe they all like the Hunger Games. Chillsins 9:26 pm But with more printers. NoodlesAtNight 9:26 pm //Yeah, 'course they do. Ain't no different'n Senators comin' to watch the Pit fights.// Kelpy 9:27 pm Yeesh radioactivibee 9:27 pm That's true. I don't understand the appeal. SpecsTheSpectralDragon 9:27 pm Neither do I. SCProwl 9:27 pm Though no one got a million shanix signing bonus and a job in finances for winning. Chillsins 9:27 pm I'd rather do my own fighting than watch someone else do it. Kelpy 9:28 pm Don't turn your back! Agooddistraction858 9:28 pm I love fighting _Whirl 9:28 pm *rolls his optic* Clich.A 9:28 pm Good punch Agooddistraction858 9:28 pm I love getting my aft dragged verdigrisprowl 9:28 pm ... Huh. radioactivibee 9:28 pm ... NoodlesAtNight 9:28 pm [[There were bonuses, on occasion, but only if you were a volunteer. Those who were property did not. And they certainly were not a million shanix. Or a high-caste job.]] Kelpy 9:29 pm Yeah, I imagine. _Whirl 9:29 pm Never spent any time in the arenas, myself. NoodlesAtNight 9:29 pm *Soundwave glances at Prowl.* [[Why the]] [][][]Huh[][][]? SpecsTheSpectralDragon 9:29 pm It feels inappropriate to put fighting on display, at least to me. I don't think that's a typical attitude amongst my kind? _Whirl 9:29 pm All my fighting was out on the streets. opatoes 9:29 pm uh oh SpecsTheSpectralDragon 9:29 pm If I have to kill someone, I'd prefer to do it discreetly. opatoes 9:29 pm she really shouldn't have gone back radioactivibee 9:30 pm nope _Whirl 9:30 pm She's playing the long game. verdigrisprowl 9:30 pm He's already changing the department, merely by being there, and being moderately decent. opatoes 9:30 pm She really is! Agooddistraction858 9:30 pm Yeah, but not all fights are for killing _Whirl 9:30 pm *tilts his head thoughtfully. He likes Fish* Agooddistraction858 9:30 pm A good fight's like a good frag opatoes 9:30 pm ... Is it? NoodlesAtNight 9:30 pm *Nods. So he is.* SpecsTheSpectralDragon 9:31 pm I have hollow bones, Wheelijack. A "good fight" puts me down for a month. NoodlesAtNight 9:31 pm //Pit yeah it is.// *Pause.* //I mean, I figure it's gotta be. A good fight's a GREAT time.// _Whirl 9:31 pm Honestly, I love a good, long, complex, and agonizingly painful revenge scheme. I mean, who doesn't? radioactivibee 9:31 pm What would be a good fight? _Whirl 9:31 pm I'll drink to that. *toasts Rumble, Wheeljack* NoodlesAtNight 9:31 pm //Any fight with me. Heh.// NoodlesAtNight 9:31 pm *Rumble toasts WJ and Whirl.* radioactivibee 9:31 pm A...Rumble rumble? NoodlesAtNight 9:32 pm *Rumble snorts his drink and chokes for a second* _Whirl 9:32 pm Watch out. You might crumble. OmicronTheIceQueen 9:32 pm *licks specs' back* radioactivibee 9:32 pm A Rumble tumble? SpecsTheSpectralDragon 9:32 pm *licks Icy's snout. clean predacon!* Chillsins 9:32 pm *Blue PEEPS.* SCProwl 9:32 pm Ha. Clich.A 9:32 pm Interpersonal skills are important. OmicronTheIceQueen 9:32 pm RAcer: *MEEPS back at blue* verdigrisprowl 9:33 pm Maybe you shouldn't say that, at that volume, in the middle of the police department. NoodlesAtNight 9:33 pm [[For Primus' sake, don't insult the human who just helped you.]] SpecsTheSpectralDragon 9:33 pm Is that her docent? radioactivibee 9:33 pm O h. NoodlesAtNight 9:33 pm [[He does not know.]] _Whirl 9:34 pm I see. Well. It was a good story. Clich.A 9:34 pm Oooh..ouch. Ghosted. SCProwl 9:34 pm He would have to get himself too at this point. Chillsins 9:34 pm *Blue PEEPS again, and eats the last treat.* radioactivibee 9:34 pm Oh primus SpecsTheSpectralDragon 9:34 pm *sigh* Why are these bondmates so dysfunctional. _Whirl 9:34 pm Ugh. Of course she did. Weak. Chillsins 9:34 pm *This causes Rebel to cross her arms and pout.* verdigrisprowl 9:34 pm Maybe she'll stay away this time. NoodlesAtNight 9:34 pm =The Cat human!= SpecsTheSpectralDragon 9:34 pm Cat! My second-favorite human! opatoes 9:34 pm Cat!! NoodlesAtNight 9:34 pm *Ravage leaps off the bar and comes to park himself near the front of the crowd.* SCProwl 9:35 pm One can only hope. SpecsTheSpectralDragon 9:35 pm No, he didn't miss her, but he should have. Because she's wonderful. OmicronTheIceQueen 9:35 pm that cat girl needs to learn better outs opatoes 9:35 pm the smaller you are the angrier you can get Kelpy 9:35 pm He *looks* angry all the time SpecsTheSpectralDragon 9:35 pm You can only scratch out so many peoples' eyes. Agooddistraction858 9:35 pm yeah! do it! radioactivibee 9:35 pm 😮 opatoes 9:35 pm so bruce is the angriest living being alive SpecsTheSpectralDragon 9:35 pm Before your hands get tired. Chillsins 9:35 pm *Doesn't look convinced of that, Smokescreen.*' Agooddistraction858 9:35 pm Anyone wanna fight? Right now, let's fight Let's brawl NoodlesAtNight 9:36 pm ((this will be the last one for the night)) radioactivibee 9:36 pm (( sounds good! )) SpecsTheSpectralDragon 9:36 pm ... *the dragon climbs up onto Icy's back. save her from wheelijack and his demands to fight* radioactivibee 9:36 pm Um...depends, what're the rules? Clich.A 9:36 pm What like with fist? Or like, 'Glossa battling for dominance' fight? NoodlesAtNight 9:36 pm //He assumes anyone would be angry to have lost their loved ones and get no closure.// _Whirl 9:36 pm After movie night? Maybe. But I've already wrecked the bar enough times this year. Agooddistraction858 9:36 pm No, just a fight! NoodlesAtNight 9:36 pm [[NO FIGHTING INSIDE.]] Agooddistraction858 9:36 pm Whirl shh verdigrisprowl 9:36 pm Good riddance. Agooddistraction858 9:36 pm Just come with me after Kelpy 9:37 pm Does away mean out of town radioactivibee 9:37 pm ...I'd like to see that fight. SpecsTheSpectralDragon 9:37 pm Good for her! Hopefully it will help. Agooddistraction858 9:37 pm You say no fighting inside like you haven't gotten torn over that bar before Chillsins 9:37 pm *Blue smacks her gross mouth and BEEPS, showing Whirl her sticky hands. She ate ALL the treats and you should be proud.* _Whirl 9:37 pm I literally did. Two weeks ago. SpecsTheSpectralDragon 9:37 pm ((sorry, the sound wasn't synced)) radioactivibee 9:37 pm [snickers] NoodlesAtNight 9:37 pm ((np, web)) SpecsTheSpectralDragon 9:37 pm ...He's putting that girl with the angry little boy? NoodlesAtNight 9:37 pm ((....er, wb)) SCProwl 9:37 pm ((batcat! NoodlesAtNight 9:38 pm ((AARON BURR MY BOY)) SpecsTheSpectralDragon 9:38 pm She's going to eat him alive. SCProwl 9:38 pm ((AARON BURR SIR NoodlesAtNight 9:38 pm //Heh. Sounds like yer kinda human, Wheeljack.// _Whirl 9:38 pm *finally realizes he's being beeped at, and turns his attention to Blue* Well, look at you. *does the beep for "praise!"* OmicronTheIceQueen 9:38 pm (brb, racer's under a couch ) radioactivibee 9:38 pm (( WAIT IT'S LESLIE ODOM JR????? Kelpy 9:38 pm Um SCProwl 9:38 pm ((YES NoodlesAtNight 9:38 pm //Bomb expert.// radioactivibee 9:38 pm (( aaAAAAAHHHHHHH Agooddistraction858 9:38 pm Me Chillsins 9:39 pm *Blue shows off her gross mouth, as well.* _Whirl 9:39 pm *she takes after her father, then* NoodlesAtNight 9:39 pm [[...Is this a valid protective tactic?]] SpecsTheSpectralDragon 9:39 pm That's the correct answer, docent, but it's a very personal thing for the boy. Chillsins 9:39 pm *Yeah kinda.* NoodlesAtNight 9:40 pm [[A DA. A - district attorney. Yes?]] *He's pretty sure he remembers learning that before.* verdigrisprowl 9:40 pm Seems like the options are limited. And yes, district attorney. NoodlesAtNight 9:41 pm [[So an /important/ lawyer.]] [[Hm.]] SpecsTheSpectralDragon 9:41 pm ((hey fun fact- dehydrated urine is full of ammonia, a base. piss, vinegar, and match shavings actually WOULD work)) verdigrisprowl 9:41 pm An important lawyer. SpecsTheSpectralDragon 9:41 pm ((just not as a particularly strong bomb)) Agooddistraction858 9:41 pm [pee bomb!] NoodlesAtNight 9:41 pm //...Heh. He got a cruuuuush.// NoodlesAtNight 9:41 pm ((i did not know that!!)) Chillsins 9:42 pm *Blue snuggles into the couch; she's been FED.* SpecsTheSpectralDragon 9:42 pm ((neither did I, at first- I asked my dad because that sounded so fake, but! it was real!)) verdigrisprowl 9:42 pm ((*sudden flashback to starscream making shit explosives*)) SpecsTheSpectralDragon 9:42 pm ((sflashflaka)) ((HEY IT'S HARVEY DENT)) Kelpy 9:42 pm Huh SpecsTheSpectralDragon 9:43 pm ((bye, two-face)) Kelpy 9:43 pm Can he just... drop charges like that SpecsTheSpectralDragon 9:43 pm If he has the power. verdigrisprowl 9:44 pm A district attorney can choose what cases he takes, yes. _Whirl 9:44 pm *watches Blue for another moment longer, amused, before concentrating on chugging down some of that Gaugebuster* Anyway. If you wanna throw down after movie night, Wheeljack, I'm in. Anyone else want some? NoodlesAtNight 9:45 pm *Frenzy folds his arms and scowls.* \\CAN'T. I GOT SHIFT DUTY AFTER CLEANUP.\\ verdigrisprowl 9:45 pm Well, that's a great way to get her life endangered. ... Ah. Kelpy 9:45 pm Are you sure though SpecsTheSpectralDragon 9:45 pm Gambling is dangerous for a reason, Gordon. Never bet your skin to the Eaten. verdigrisprowl 9:46 pm Of course, it's all going to go wrong, because we wouldn't be watching this if it went right. But it's a sound plan. NoodlesAtNight 9:46 pm [[Pessimist.]] *Huff.* *Not that he disagrees.* Agooddistraction858 9:46 pm Snack time Chillsins 9:46 pm *Rebel huffs and rolls off the couch with a thud. She ALMOST lands on her feet, but the length of her legs changes every day and she rolls onto her butt instead.* Chillsins 9:48 pm Nice. Kelpy 9:48 pm [snickers] SpecsTheSpectralDragon 9:48 pm She's going to eat that boy alive. _Whirl 9:48 pm *points at Frenzy* Raincheck. SCProwl 9:48 pm ((*cackles* SpecsTheSpectralDragon 9:48 pm *churrs a laugh* NoodlesAtNight 9:48 pm *Soundwave bobs his head, amused. Alfred knows his pain.* \\WEATHER'S FINE.\\ _Whirl 9:49 pm *SNORTS* SpecsTheSpectralDragon 9:49 pm Put things back where you found them, bird. NoodlesAtNight 9:49 pm [[Sloppy spy work. He didn't put the objects back.]] SpecsTheSpectralDragon 9:49 pm Er, Penguin-Bird. Her Bird is perfect, naturally. verdigrisprowl 9:50 pm Very sloppy. Kelpy 9:50 pm Uhh verdigrisprowl 9:50 pm And now he's getting distracted. radioactivibee 9:50 pm why is he smelling stuff? NoodlesAtNight 9:50 pm [[...What is a lie-lack?]] verdigrisprowl 9:50 pm ... And stealing clothes. Agooddistraction858 9:50 pm *eating the sweetest grossest candy* _Whirl 9:50 pm Scent's useful, especially if you need to track someone. verdigrisprowl 9:50 pm I don't know. They must smell. SCProwl 9:50 pm Learning how to fight within the confounds of rules and safety is an excellent way to begin. He doesn't need to learn how to street fight immediately. opatoes 9:50 pm If you got a nose, you gotta use it 24/7 _Whirl 9:50 pm Dunno how good or bad humans are at that sort of thing. OmicronTheIceQueen 9:50 pm (*leans back in, blinks*) NoodlesAtNight 9:50 pm =Worse than cats.= Chillsins 9:51 pm *Rebel picks herself and stomp stomp stomps back across the room to crawl into Chill's lap.* SpecsTheSpectralDragon 9:51 pm Worse than dragons, as far as I know. _Whirl 9:51 pm Well. I mean. Honestly, that's a pretty high bar, so... verdigrisprowl 9:51 pm Another vigilante. NoodlesAtNight 9:51 pm [[Interesting form of pacifism.]] *He doesn't disapprove.* SpecsTheSpectralDragon 9:51 pm Twelve buildings with only two casualties is actually rather impressive, considering that humans pack themselves in like canned food. Kelpy 9:52 pm [squints] What diod he just add verdigrisprowl 9:52 pm I think a pin from his prison uniform. NoodlesAtNight 9:53 pm [[No, it was attached to the table.]] Kelpy 9:53 pm Was that a way to ask for help or an extra bit of shrapnel verdigrisprowl 9:53 pm A calling card? Does he want to be stopped? SCProwl 9:53 pm It was something off the desk. _Whirl 9:53 pm Probably. radioactivibee 9:53 pm You should care.... SpecsTheSpectralDragon 9:53 pm If he's sick and wants help, he must. verdigrisprowl 9:53 pm I think he's asking for help. He doesn't want to hurt people, he only destroys buildings, not people. SpecsTheSpectralDragon 9:53 pm ((WHAT'S THAT MYSTERIOUS TICKING NOISE)) _Whirl 9:53 pm If he doesn't want to kill, then obviously he wants to be rescued, right? radioactivibee 9:53 pm Never accept a random basket without checking it, primus..... verdigrisprowl 9:53 pm Now he's been captured by people who are using his skills to hurt people. radioactivibee 9:53 pm (( I FOUND THE SOURCE OF THE TICKING, IT'S A PIPE BOMB _Whirl 9:54 pm *points at Prowl* Simpatico. verdigrisprowl 9:54 pm ((YAAAAAAY)) _Whirl 9:54 pm I'm Simpaticoing the whole room tonight. Who's next? Kelpy 9:54 pm So then he's trying to leave a clue NoodlesAtNight 9:54 pm //Sounds painful.// Kelpy 9:54 pm [raises a hand for Whirl] verdigrisprowl 9:54 pm What's simpaticoing? NoodlesAtNight 9:54 pm [[Yes. Clever human, this one.]] *Sits upright.* [[There is EVERYTHING to learn.]] _Whirl 9:54 pm Sometimes it is, Rumble. *gravely* Sometimes it is. NoodlesAtNight 9:54 pm [[Always, for everyone.]] SpecsTheSpectralDragon 9:55 pm No one is finished with learning. verdigrisprowl 9:55 pm *pats Soundwave's arm in agreement.* SpecsTheSpectralDragon 9:55 pm Not even the Goddess knows everything. radioactivibee 9:55 pm Oh Alfred. NoodlesAtNight 9:55 pm [[Agreed. ...And he misstepped.]] _Whirl 9:55 pm All right, Swerve. We'll see. And just having the exact same thought at the exact same time, Prowl. ...or, generally the same thing. verdigrisprowl 9:55 pm Oh. Got it. NoodlesAtNight 9:55 pm *Settles back and glances at Prowl. Nods. Thank you.* Chillsins 9:55 pm *There's quiet grumbling in the Chill and Rebel corner, until the former is FORCED to get up and hold the squirt at a height where she can pick her own treats.* SpecsTheSpectralDragon 9:56 pm *certainly in life the goddess was terrible at bureaucracy- her mate handled that* NoodlesAtNight 9:56 pm [[For Primus' sake, Alfred human. Give her time to adjust. She is not a perfectly trained rich bitlet.]] SpecsTheSpectralDragon 9:56 pm Look up, Alfred. She's listening. _Whirl 9:56 pm Honestly. Kelpy 9:56 pm Same opatoes 9:57 pm Frag, I keep zoning out- how's everyone doing, anyway? penguin why Kelpy 9:57 pm Uh NoodlesAtNight 9:57 pm [[....Ahhh.]] Kelpy 9:57 pm Oh! Chillsins 9:57 pm *Snorts.* Kelpy 9:57 pm I see SpecsTheSpectralDragon 9:57 pm Penguin, why. OmicronTheIceQueen 9:57 pm Racer: *inches over to sit under soundwave's couch* verdigrisprowl 9:57 pm ((why do they keep smelling people.)) NoodlesAtNight 9:57 pm ((well, how else do you tell if it's her perfume, i guess)) SpecsTheSpectralDragon 9:57 pm ((I know, right)) OmicronTheIceQueen 9:57 pm what....humans don't scent. and that's rude SpecsTheSpectralDragon 9:57 pm ((please stop the snorfle)) NoodlesAtNight 9:57 pm *Soundwave stretches a feeler down to toy with Racer.* Kelpy 9:57 pm He's figuring it out _Whirl 9:58 pm See? Useful. Wanna see if two people are colluding through their cologne? You can do it. Wanna track down an armory because you can detect trace amounts of weapons-grade nucleon across an enemy lunar facility? All possible, through the power of smell. NoodlesAtNight 9:58 pm =You.= *Flicks at paw toward Whirl.* =I like you.= verdigrisprowl 9:58 pm ((ed plz)) OmicronTheIceQueen 9:58 pm Racer: *little paws swipe at the feeling happily, to play and not to hurt* SpecsTheSpectralDragon 9:58 pm ((ED! Ed you are perfect)) Kelpy 9:58 pm Ed... radioactivibee 9:58 pm Ed...oh Ed....... SpecsTheSpectralDragon 9:58 pm ((cute! such a cute science)) opatoes 9:58 pm what kinda video games though ... He's like weird me _Whirl 9:59 pm *a toast to Ravage. He's almost finished this gaugebuster* You know what's up, mech. radioactivibee 9:59 pm Oh Primus he is. He likes puzzles too. NoodlesAtNight 9:59 pm *The tendrils twitch and flicker, wiggling at Racer like prey worms, occasionally booping him on the nose.* SpecsTheSpectralDragon 9:59 pm Puzzles are fun. And his are delightful. verdigrisprowl 9:59 pm *he's like Prowl, but with about 40% less social skills. ... Which is saying something.* NoodlesAtNight 9:59 pm *And a sense of smell.* verdigrisprowl 10:00 pm *And a sense of smell.* Chillsins 10:00 pm *Chill, armed with treats in one hand and a Rebel in the other, wanders over to the New Couch.* I come in peace. Kelpy 10:00 pm My smell's not that advanced but I can tell you chemical make up of metal with my hands. opatoes 10:00 pm Puzzles are pretty fun, I guess- but I'm not all that into them. Then again, I'm bad at them. verdigrisprowl 10:00 pm *analyzing shrapnel and butting in on the autopsies.* NoodlesAtNight 10:00 pm [[Hmm. This human - Hargrove? What will the law do with him if it can keep him? He is forced into this, and he was cooperating. Can he be - forgiven, somehow?]] _Whirl 10:01 pm *gravely* These territories are open to you, traveler. *pauses, noting Rebel, and looks to Blue* Oh, wait--this one--*looks to Rebel to address her directly* You're with this big lug too, huh? NoodlesAtNight 10:01 pm *Ravage looks over at Swerve.* =Eh? Your hands?= Kelpy 10:01 pm Yeah! NoodlesAtNight 10:01 pm *He's gonna pad over and come sniff those hands.* Kelpy 10:01 pm They got receptors in the fingers. [wigglewiggle fingers] verdigrisprowl 10:01 pm Strictly speaking, unless his life was in immediate jeopardy, charges can still be filed against him as though he'd done it willingly. SpecsTheSpectralDragon 10:02 pm Strictly speaking is horrible. Kelpy 10:02 pm He mentioned something about his brother under threat? SpecsTheSpectralDragon 10:02 pm Families stick together. That's what they do. verdigrisprowl 10:02 pm In reality, in such circumstances, charges are often lessened or dismissed. Especially since he's cooperated. _Whirl 10:02 pm That's the vast majority of "justice systems" for you, dragon. Kelpy 10:02 pm Ya NoodlesAtNight 10:02 pm =...You have finger tongues?= Kelpy 10:02 pm Something like that [snorts] Chillsins 10:02 pm *Chill offers the treats to the Elder Spawn, as appeasement, and she takes them greedily.* opatoes 10:02 pm ... she's not lying is she radioactivibee 10:02 pm .......that's a weird...ok then. _Whirl 10:03 pm *can't help but snicker* Chillsins 10:03 pm Rebel:...What's a... *she puts a treat in her mouth* a lug? NoodlesAtNight 10:03 pm [[Hmm. He had best be forgiven these incidents. Have him serve the remainder of the time from before, if necessary - but no new time.]] *Though personally he would not mind letting the human go. Destroying weaponry factories, and all. An attempt to bring peace.* _Whirl 10:03 pm This guy. *points at Windchill* And I... *looks to Blue and points to himself. What's his name, Big Worm?* NoodlesAtNight 10:04 pm [[This is the third time he has angered the Mayor. It cannot go well from here.]] verdigrisprowl 10:04 pm ... Hm. Reduced charges. SpecsTheSpectralDragon 10:04 pm *chuffs* The Mayor either shows his fangs, or he doesn't. Although he looks awfully toothless to me. NoodlesAtNight 10:05 pm [[He is in league with the Falcone fleshling. His teeth are borrowed, and dangerous.]] SpecsTheSpectralDragon 10:05 pm Fair enough. NoodlesAtNight 10:05 pm *Startles slightly at Dent's outburst.* radioactivibee 10:05 pm O.o Kelpy 10:05 pm Er SpecsTheSpectralDragon 10:05 pm *FLUFFS UP* Kelpy 10:05 pm Wow Agooddistraction858 10:05 pm ZZWhat radioactivibee 10:05 pm oh verdigrisprowl 10:05 pm He DID help kill people. More people than were threatened. But heavily reduced charges. Chillsins 10:05 pm Blue: WUB! Agooddistraction858 10:05 pm that woke me up _Whirl 10:05 pm Hell yeah I'm Wub! NoodlesAtNight 10:05 pm [[...........There is more to that lawyer than shows on the surface.]] verdigrisprowl 10:05 pm ... Well. I can see where his second face comes in. SpecsTheSpectralDragon 10:06 pm ((her boa matches! her boa matches!)) OmicronTheIceQueen 10:06 pm *Icy streaches out of her loaf for a bit* opatoes 10:06 pm ... Wheels, Wheelie, Wheeljackie Agooddistraction858 10:06 pm Yeah? SUp Chillsins 10:06 pm Rebel: *She just looks...confused.* She doesn't talk words. NoodlesAtNight 10:06 pm *...Supposes heavily reduced is acceptable enough, as long as the original sentence itself was a fair time.* SCProwl 10:06 pm ((Fish <3 Chillsins 10:06 pm Rebel: Why are you a lug and a wub? _Whirl 10:06 pm She talks beeps, though. I taught her that. Chillsins 10:06 pm *Chill holds back a snicker.* NoodlesAtNight 10:07 pm //...Weird thing to wish a helper, breakin' legs.// opatoes 10:07 pm How've you been doing, Wheels? _Whirl 10:07 pm Could be the leg of someone you don't like. SpecsTheSpectralDragon 10:07 pm *the dragon looks exceedingly disturbed* Won't he drow- ah. He will not drown. NoodlesAtNight 10:07 pm *Rumble scratches his chin* //Huh. Yeah, I could see that.// OmicronTheIceQueen 10:07 pm why is he bubbling? SpecsTheSpectralDragon 10:07 pm Air. The air is coming out of his lungs. OmicronTheIceQueen 10:07 pm and why in the cloths in the water? SpecsTheSpectralDragon 10:08 pm *the dragon shudders* I don't understand either. That would drag him down. *says the one with heavy fur.* OmicronTheIceQueen 10:08 pm the bubbles where coming from his back and head?! _Whirl 10:08 pm She's right. NoodlesAtNight 10:08 pm [[Hmm. He could learn a great deal from her, if she stays to teach him.]] Chillsins 10:08 pm It means without ruth. Kelpy 10:08 pm Is she gonna influence Batman NoodlesAtNight 10:08 pm [[He /should/ learn from her.]] [[She survives without a grown human present.]] SpecsTheSpectralDragon 10:09 pm ((ed is so so cute)) Chillsins 10:09 pm *Rebel huffs and snacks on a treat before leaping out of her hand-chair and onto the back of the couch to perch like a gargoyle.* _Whirl 10:09 pm Anyway, I'm Whirl, squirt. *watches this set of acrobatics, nods to her once, and returns his attention to the screen* NoodlesAtNight 10:10 pm \\I WANNA KNOW WHAT HE USED.\\ Chillsins 10:10 pm Rebel: 'Kay. SpecsTheSpectralDragon 10:10 pm They should appreciate the riddling human more. He's fun. opatoes 10:10 pm I know, right? SpecsTheSpectralDragon 10:10 pm If nothing else, you could bother him for hours and learn new things the whole time. _Whirl 10:10 pm *snickers* Chillsins 10:10 pm *Chill snorts...but figures the night is almost over and chooses to remain, looming around the couch.* OmicronTheIceQueen 10:10 pm Racer: *tries to nom on a soundwave tendrill* NoodlesAtNight 10:10 pm [[A good point. There are worse humans to encounter, he thinks.]] verdigrisprowl 10:10 pm And he's smarter than the rest of them combined. NoodlesAtNight 10:11 pm *Ah, ah, ah, don't bite that. Delicate. He needs them for work. Racer may nibble a feeler claw instead; they're much sturdier.* SpecsTheSpectralDragon 10:11 pm And he wants to do a good job, which is more than can be said for the other cops. NoodlesAtNight 10:11 pm *And Soundwave won't worry so much about wiggling it and shaking Racer around a wee bit.* [[......RUN]] radioactivibee 10:11 pm why SpecsTheSpectralDragon 10:12 pm *pff* _Whirl 10:12 pm *LAUGHS* verdigrisprowl 10:12 pm *LAUGHS* SpecsTheSpectralDragon 10:12 pm Well, that was a choice of music. verdigrisprowl 10:12 pm The Final Countdown. _Whirl 10:12 pm Gotta love that choice of ringtone. *points at the dragon* Simpatico. Kelpy 10:12 pm [cackles nto hands] _Whirl 10:12 pm Sorry, Swerve, you were ousted. Chillsins 10:12 pm Rude. radioactivibee 10:12 pm ... why Kelpy 10:12 pm Aw OmicronTheIceQueen 10:12 pm pffft Kelpy 10:12 pm Food fight radioactivibee 10:12 pm children SpecsTheSpectralDragon 10:12 pm Simpatico? *the dragon churrs delightedly* Simpatico! SCProwl 10:13 pm ((baby batcat, look at these adorable dorks _Whirl 10:13 pm I mean. As far as flirting goes hurling things at each other isn't such a bad move. radioactivibee 10:13 pm Oh poor Alfred. SpecsTheSpectralDragon 10:13 pm Eat your food, hatchlings, don't play with it. OmicronTheIceQueen 10:13 pm Racer: *wraps forelegs around the feeler!* Kelpy 10:13 pm Gonna break so much stuff NoodlesAtNight 10:13 pm {{That look fun.}} {{Them eat food later?}} Chillsins 10:13 pm Wasting food is a sin. OmicronTheIceQueen 10:13 pm but a fun one SpecsTheSpectralDragon 10:13 pm They had better eat that food later. Kelpy 10:13 pm He changed his mind Chillsins 10:13 pm *Glares pointedly down at his spawn, who both remain oblivious.* _Whirl 10:14 pm Laserbeak, I promise you if I ever get into a Romantic Food Fight ™️ I'll call you. SpecsTheSpectralDragon 10:14 pm Goodness gracious, Penguin. Soundwave, did you ever do that to people? *he probably did, and probably still does* Kelpy 10:15 pm I'd be scared too with your mood swing verdigrisprowl 10:15 pm ... He was scared because you screamed at him. SpecsTheSpectralDragon 10:16 pm Absolutely. That scared me, and I wasn't in trouble. verdigrisprowl 10:16 pm I'm simpaticoing Swerve. *did he do that right.* radioactivibee 10:16 pm Why are there two Harveys though? Kelpy 10:16 pm Nice. We're simpatico now. SpecsTheSpectralDragon 10:16 pm ...Ah. Those are the mayor's teeth. verdigrisprowl 10:16 pm *he did that right. he learned a new slang today.* Chillsins 10:16 pm Sparkly. NoodlesAtNight 10:16 pm {{...What Bird want with Whirl romantic fight?}} _Whirl 10:16 pm You did it, Prowl. You can have the food when we're done. NoodlesAtNight 10:16 pm ((i looked away, did soundwave ever do what to people)) SpecsTheSpectralDragon 10:17 pm ((sit in their room quietly until they entered)) ((lurking)) ((watching)) verdigrisprowl 10:17 pm Thanks, but you can keep it. radioactivibee 10:17 pm oh no Kelpy 10:17 pm I don't think this Asylum is going to be good opatoes 10:17 pm ... this is gonna be another corrupt thing isn't it OmicronTheIceQueen 10:17 pm well that's just so wise verdigrisprowl 10:17 pm *ooooh. winces.* Chillsins 10:17 pm Of course. NoodlesAtNight 10:18 pm [[...........Isn't that the building that was supposed to be torn down.]] verdigrisprowl 10:18 pm @S «This is going to go bad, isn't it.» Chillsins 10:18 pm Why though. _Whirl 10:18 pm Lord. Just... no, buddy. Don't. NoodlesAtNight 10:18 pm [[Yes, dragon, he's done that.]] OmicronTheIceQueen 10:18 pm I think it was? .............no verdigrisprowl 10:18 pm You could do better than her, Gym. OmicronTheIceQueen 10:18 pm ......primus Kelpy 10:18 pm .... radioactivibee 10:18 pm oh Agooddistraction858 10:18 pm what Chillsins 10:18 pm *Rolls eyes.* SpecsTheSpectralDragon 10:18 pm *churrs* Is it as fun to do as it looks? Kelpy 10:18 pm Wasn't that the MCU lady opatoes 10:18 pm ... can't we watch more, Sounds? NoodlesAtNight 10:19 pm @P: [[It is not going to go much better.]] radioactivibee 10:19 pm Is everyone just universe hopping now? opatoes 10:19 pm Come onnnn Kelpy 10:19 pm MCA? Whatever it was opatoes 10:19 pm Yes also bee bee bee wanna come home with me NoodlesAtNight 10:19 pm [[It was her, yes. Her old lover.]] Kelpy 10:19 pm Man. She sure hopped lovers fast. NoodlesAtNight 10:19 pm [[And we will see more next week.]] opatoes 10:19 pm but I won't be heeeere next week 😔 can you fill me in later, Sounds? NoodlesAtNight 10:19 pm [[He will.]] _Whirl 10:19 pm We'll get together and re-enact them for you. NoodlesAtNight 10:20 pm ((time marker: 10:40)) opatoes 10:20 pm Aww- Thank you Sounds. Love you! _Whirl 10:20 pm Gotham: the stage play. radioactivibee 10:20 pm Because that won't end in disaster. Kelpy 10:20 pm Who plays Jim? NoodlesAtNight 10:20 pm [[...You needn't say that last part ever again.]] _Whirl 10:20 pm It absolutely will, and that's the beauty of it. NoodlesAtNight 10:20 pm [[But you're welcome.]] opatoes 10:20 pm ... You? SpecsTheSpectralDragon 10:20 pm *stretches* Goodnight, everyone! Thank you for letting me come, Soundwave. *there goes the dragon, back to her universe* NoodlesAtNight 10:20 pm [[Goodnight, dragon.]] _Whirl 10:20 pm Seeya, dragon! OmicronTheIceQueen 10:20 pm *sneeks a lick in* Chillsins 10:20 pm 'Night, dragon. Kelpy 10:21 pm Night derg. Chillsins 10:21 pm *Blue peeps. That's what you get.* radioactivibee 10:21 pm Alright, goodnight everyone. It's been a mentally scarring experience, but fun. NoodlesAtNight 10:21 pm [[Come back some time, Bumblebee.]] opatoes 10:21 pm Aww- I'll see you later, right, Bee? NoodlesAtNight 10:21 pm [[It has been a long time.]] opatoes 10:21 pm I love you, Bee! _Whirl 10:21 pm *chugs the last of his drink and streeetches* radioactivibee 10:21 pm I'll try to. Chillsins 10:21 pm *Blue COMPLAINS.* Kelpy 10:21 pm Bye Bee. radioactivibee 10:22 pm Love you †øo, Smokey. opatoes 10:22 pm Aww- thank you, Bee. I should head out, too! NoodlesAtNight 10:22 pm *Frenzy and Rumble mutually sigh and get up to start cleaning. Maybe they'll get to join a fight next time.* verdigrisprowl 10:22 pm ... Rough estimate, how many facial expressions does Gym have? opatoes 10:22 pm Hey Rumble, Friendzy, you need any help cleaning? NoodlesAtNight 10:22 pm [[Clenched Jaw, Bad Fake Smile, Tired, Bored.]] Chillsins 10:22 pm Could let Blue loose on the floor, she'll eat anything. Kelpy 10:23 pm Have we seen more than five? verdigrisprowl 10:23 pm I can do every one of those. OmicronTheIceQueen 10:23 pm Hurt cop? _Whirl 10:23 pm *pauses. Watches Rumble and Frenzy for a moment. Looks around the place, at the damage still there. Hm. Hmm... well. Well, he knows what he's got to do* Kelpy 10:23 pm Can you do grimace in pain, we saw that too. _Whirl 10:23 pm @Wheeljack: Raincheck on the fight. verdigrisprowl 10:23 pm Does "clenched jaw" cover "grimace in pain"? Kelpy 10:23 pm I think it could if you're a Stocic Dude. _Whirl 10:23 pm Okay, Prowl, but can you fight armed only with office supplies? NoodlesAtNight 10:23 pm [[Please do not eat the trash this week, or convince anyone else to do it.]] opatoes 10:23 pm Can I eat the trash? NoodlesAtNight 10:24 pm \\NO EATIN' TRASH.\\ OmicronTheIceQueen 10:24 pm *peers at prowl at that question* Chillsins 10:24 pm Blue can handle it, I promise. But sure. verdigrisprowl 10:24 pm I've /metaphorically/ fought armed only with office supplies. opatoes 10:24 pm ... Can I take it home, then? NoodlesAtNight 10:24 pm //'N nah, you don't gotta stay 'n help. We're jus' gonna - uh. I mean... sssssssure?// Chillsins 10:24 pm *Blue PEEPS loudly to confirm. She can eat anything that's not, like, lava.* NoodlesAtNight 10:24 pm [[....How do you METAPHORICALLY fight with office supplies.]] verdigrisprowl 10:24 pm Political battles. opatoes 10:25 pm Wait, do you want my help or nah? Either way, I can at least... I don't know, finish off all the drinks? _Whirl 10:25 pm *hops up, and trots on over to the twins* Hey. Change of plans. Might as well help fix some of the mess I made, right? verdigrisprowl 10:25 pm Battles of wits and paperwork. NoodlesAtNight 10:25 pm [[Those are metaphorical fights with old grease and the mud you pick out of tires.]] OmicronTheIceQueen 10:25 pm but that's not fighting with physical office suplies Kelpy 10:25 pm Makes sense to me. NoodlesAtNight 10:25 pm [[And slingshots.]] verdigrisprowl 10:25 pm You choose your weapons, I choose mine. _Whirl 10:25 pm Honestly, Prowl, we're making this to entertain. And i can think of fewer things in this moment more entertaining than watching you go ballistic on someone with a stapler. NoodlesAtNight 10:25 pm [[He is only going by what he heard from Ratbat.]] *Holds his hands up. It's not like he remembers his senate days very well, y'know.* verdigrisprowl 10:26 pm *stares at Whirl* NoodlesAtNight 10:26 pm //Ruler'd be funnier.// verdigrisprowl 10:26 pm *keeps staring* Kelpy 10:26 pm If we're going for entertaining, I nominate Whirl for Harvey. _Whirl 10:26 pm *stares back* verdigrisprowl 10:26 pm ... That actually does sound pretty funny. _Whirl 10:26 pm I know, right? NoodlesAtNight 10:26 pm //Which Harvey?// OmicronTheIceQueen 10:26 pm Can someone record that if it happens? _Whirl 10:26 pm ...*squints* I don't think I could pull off "district attorney." NoodlesAtNight 10:26 pm [[Of course.]] Kelpy 10:26 pm Bullock verdigrisprowl 10:26 pm ((is this it.)) ((is this how the buddy cop romcom gets made)) Kelpy 10:27 pm //yes _Whirl 10:27 pm ((omfg)) Kelpy 10:27 pm No, not Dent. Jim's partner Harvey _Whirl 10:27 pm ((this is it. At Long Last)) Chillsins 10:27 pm (( Your time Has Come )) _Whirl 10:27 pm Ohh. Oh, the drunk asshole? Yeah, I can definitely do THAT. NoodlesAtNight 10:27 pm *Rumble looks up and lifts his visor long enough to squint at Whirl.* //Dunno.// //Can't see ya with a beard.// verdigrisprowl 10:27 pm *SNORTS* NoodlesAtNight 10:27 pm *Goes back to picking up floor treats and sticking them in a trash cube.* Kelpy 10:27 pm We can give Whirl a fake beard _Whirl 10:27 pm *snickers* Chillsins 10:28 pm Ehehehe. verdigrisprowl 10:28 pm Do we have to dress like humans? That's a whole lot of fabric. _Whirl 10:28 pm If you get me a fake beard we've got to get Prowl a wig, too. verdigrisprowl 10:28 pm I'm not wearing a wig. Chillsins 10:28 pm *Is reminded of the spider-web Santa beard. Glorious.* NoodlesAtNight 10:28 pm [[He could cover the fabric.]] verdigrisprowl 10:28 pm Soundwave, I was trying to get out of having to wear clothes. _Whirl 10:28 pm My prop flask is going to be full of REAL liquor though. For maximum authenticity. Kelpy 10:28 pm Whirl would need a hat. Like Harvey's. NoodlesAtNight 10:28 pm [[There are, what... sixty mech-sized blankets upstairs?]] [[...Oh. He apologizes.]] verdigrisprowl 10:29 pm Wh— _Whirl 10:29 pm I'll absolutely wear a hat. verdigrisprowl 10:29 pm ... Why do you have sixty blankets. Where did you get all that fabric. NoodlesAtNight 10:29 pm [[...Because they are warm?]] _Whirl 10:29 pm Damn, Soundwave. Doing good for yourself. NoodlesAtNight 10:29 pm [[And in different colors.]] Chillsins 10:29 pm All right, ladies. verdigrisprowl 10:29 pm *... how rich is soundwave* NoodlesAtNight 10:29 pm *Looks at Whirl all uncomprehending-like.* verdigrisprowl 10:30 pm Do you have a washing machine? Kelpy 10:30 pm Man, I only have 3 blankets. NoodlesAtNight 10:30 pm *Which is basically a blank face but a slight lean back and tilt.* verdigrisprowl 10:30 pm YOU have three blankets?! _Whirl 10:30 pm Hey! Windchill! *points* ...good to see you, mech. *looks to Blue to give a farewell beep*...and then looks to Rebel* That's how you say "goodbye" in beeps. Kelpy 10:30 pm Yeah! I got them at some bargain basement store on some organic planet. Chillsins 10:30 pm *Rebel sticks out her tongue.* Yeah. You look...a little better. verdigrisprowl 10:31 pm Oh. Huh. NoodlesAtNight 10:31 pm [[Of course. How else is he supposed to keep them clean?]] *Taps his fingers.* [[Of course, getting that delivered was a problem. The humans insisted it had to go to a place where they could install it themselves.]] Agooddistraction858 10:31 pm Whirl, ping me whenever you're done and I'll show ya something verdigrisprowl 10:31 pm The benefits of travel. Kelpy 10:31 pm Four shanix for the lot! _Whirl 10:31 pm Only marginally better than a slavering undead monstrosity. But that's how I normally look, so. *shrugs* Chillsins 10:31 pm *He has to pluck Rebel from the back of the couch, but Blue climbs up Chill's arm voluntarily.* _Whirl 10:31 pm *salutes Wheeljack* verdigrisprowl 10:31 pm *Soundwave has a washing machine.* Chillsins 10:31 pm You saying I got bad taste? NoodlesAtNight 10:32 pm [[It was fine, though. He didn't mind spending a month's rent on a place for them to go to and sending the twins to pick it up later.]] verdigrisprowl 10:32 pm *You can take the mech out of the senate but you can't take the senator out of the mech.* _Whirl 10:32 pm *deadpan* You REALLY want me to answer that, 'Chill? Agooddistraction858 10:32 pm See ya NoodlesAtNight 10:32 pm [[Goodbye, Wheeljack.]] *Has NO IDEA this is a thing. As far as he's concerned it's good house upkeep for precious gifts.* Chillsins 10:32 pm It was a rhetorical question. Even I can manage those at times. verdigrisprowl 10:32 pm That's impressively convoluted. OmicronTheIceQueen 10:32 pm *chirps for racer* NoodlesAtNight 10:33 pm [[He's done stranger things to acquire Earth products.]] OmicronTheIceQueen 10:33 pm (laptop is over heating, see you guys!) verdigrisprowl 10:33 pm ... Can I wash my shamwow here? _Whirl 10:33 pm I see. Forgive me, this one time. *salutes Windchill, as well* Take care of yourself, bolts-for-brains. NoodlesAtNight 10:33 pm ((bye!!)) Chillsins 10:33 pm (( Night! )) _Whirl 10:33 pm seeya!)) Kelpy 10:33 pm //bye!\ verdigrisprowl 10:33 pm ((gnight)) Chillsins 10:33 pm *Sticks his gross and mildly traumatizing tongue out.* NoodlesAtNight 10:33 pm [[If you wish. Chimera can show you how. They enjoy that task.]] [[Something about the spinning wash loads being mesmerizing.]] OmicronTheIceQueen 10:34 pm ([thank you for the stream! also doing some more TF themed dreamcatchers soon if anyone has requests to see <<) _Whirl 10:34 pm If the greyfaces ever give me my tongue back, it's OVER for all of you. Raspberries like nobody's BUSINESS. verdigrisprowl 10:34 pm *this is going to be the fanciest thing Prowl's done in his LIFE.* ... Some washing machines have windows. Does yours? Kelpy 10:34 pm Did you know humans invented little portabe washers now? Chillsins 10:34 pm You think you can out-gross me? I learned from a true master. You stand no chance. None at all. Kelpy 10:35 pm And ones that come with *dryers* attached _Whirl 10:35 pm ...you're right. But I had a LOT of tongue last time, so my rapsberry will be extremely impressive. NoodlesAtNight 10:35 pm [[The round one in the front? Yes. That's where they watch the blankets.]] *Soundwave glances over to Swerve.* [[...More portable than the boxy ones?]] Chillsins 10:35 pm ...I'll give you that. NoodlesAtNight 10:35 pm [[But those are so easy to move already.]] verdigrisprowl 10:35 pm ... Can I watch? Kelpy 10:35 pm I think so! They're small counter ones. I think they're called pandas. Or maybe that's the brand? I'm not entirely sure. _Whirl 10:36 pm *at any rate, Whirl is gonna stick around and help clean. It seemed like the decent thing to do, and he is Trying ™️ * Chillsins 10:36 pm *Consider yourselves blessed with Three weirdos sticking their tongues out.* _Whirl 10:36 pm *if The Tongue ever returns, you're getting paid back in spades, buster* Chillsins 10:37 pm *This is fair.* You guys have fun eating trash without me. I know that's what's going on when I'm not here. NoodlesAtNight 10:37 pm [[Of course you may.]] *Stares at Swerve.* [[That is not a panda. A panda is a black and white creature that eats a plant called bamboo, has difficulty mating, and is almost extinct.]] Chillsins 10:37 pm I gotta put these to bed. _Whirl 10:37 pm Catch ya later! NoodlesAtNight 10:38 pm [[...It is irritating that he knows this.]] Kelpy 10:38 pm Maybe they named it after pandas? Though I dunno why Chillsins 10:38 pm *He'd wave dramatically but his arms are full.* Bye, sucker. Kelpy 10:38 pm //real talk tho i'm dying for a panda counter dishwasher bc god know si hate dishes gbvgfv verdigrisprowl 10:38 pm ...... Can I record it? NoodlesAtNight 10:38 pm //We only eat trash when Buzzsaw cooks.// \\PFFF.\\ Chillsins 10:38 pm *Blue reaches out to make a grabby hand, it's supposed to be a bye-bye hand but she's not privy to such nuances yet.* Wub! _Whirl 10:39 pm *clicks his claw at her and gives the good-bye beep!* Chillsins 10:39 pm *Blue BEEPS.* NoodlesAtNight 10:39 pm *Rumble looks in surprise at Whirl, since he's gonna be cleaning. Gives him a bop in thanks and goes back to work with a grin.* Chillsins 10:39 pm *And they're gone.* Kelpy 10:39 pm Time for me to head out too. Gotta chase more grey faces from my bar. Night! NoodlesAtNight 10:39 pm [[...What, record a panda? He supposes, but he'd have to track one down first. Do you feel strongly about breaking and entering when it comes to human zoos?]] _Whirl 10:39 pm *you get a nudge in return, Rumble. And then, it's back to work* NoodlesAtNight 10:40 pm \\NIGHT, SWERVE. DON'T GET TURNED INTO NOTHIN' WEIRD.\\ verdigrisprowl 10:40 pm *hm. when Prowl offers to help clean, Soundwave tells him he doesn't need to.* Kelpy 10:40 pm I WON'T! NIGHT. [waves] verdigrisprowl 10:40 pm *decides not to feel slighted; maybe the exception is only because the place was recently trashed.* No, I meant your washing machine. While it's washing. NoodlesAtNight 10:41 pm *Technically, he doesn't need Whirl to help either. He's letting Whirl do it because he can see when Rumble's being as twitterpated as he himself was recently accused of.* [[Oh. Yes, of course. But he must know - why this interest in them?]] verdigrisprowl 10:42 pm It's a /washing machine./ NoodlesAtNight 10:42 pm [[You've never asked about anything else he has here.]] verdigrisprowl 10:42 pm ......... Can... I show the video at work? NoodlesAtNight 10:42 pm [[And you have seen his primary storage quar-- er - yes, he supposes so...?]] [[..............Is this a kink he does not know about?]] verdigrisprowl 10:43 pm ... I didn't see your storage by your consent. *therefore—it's off limits.* What? No. ... Maybe? I'm sure somebody out there has a washing machine kink. NoodlesAtNight 10:43 pm [[Ah. Well, we can change that if you'd like. He trusts you not to take things from him without permission.]] verdigrisprowl 10:44 pm ... I'd like that, sometime. NoodlesAtNight 10:44 pm [[And if it is not that, why all this focus on it? It is just a cleaning appliance. No different than a dust collector or a - a sink.]] *Soundwave bobs his helm.* [[So it will be done, soon.]] verdigrisprowl 10:44 pm Everyone has a sink. verdigrisprowl 10:45 pm You, however, have imported enough off-world fabric to justify importing a specialized piece of off-world machinery designed specifically to clean it. ... Is that... Is that not... a thing, here? NoodlesAtNight 10:49 pm [[He doesn't know that he would call it a 'thing'. Not /everyone/ cares for fabric blankets. He finds they scratch him less than the mesh or chainmail blankets, though. And their colors and patterns give him something soothing to focus on before recharge.]] *He taps his chin with a finger.* [[Arcee likes them. He believes she has a few dozen herself. The Jack human likes to save them up as gifts for when she visits.]] [[He does not know if she has a machine, though. Perhaps she should get one.]] verdigrisprowl 10:49 pm *... huffs.* NoodlesAtNight 10:49 pm *Huffing.* [[She'll deny it if you ask, but he has seen them. They have Earth motorcycles on them. Pinups.]] verdigrisprowl 10:50 pm Hers have PATTERNS? NoodlesAtNight 10:51 pm [[.......Yes? Many of them do. He doesn't care for motorcycles, himself, but there are a few with crossed lines and starbursts upstairs. Quite beautiful. And Ravage would claw you before letting you touch his panther one.]] [[...Do you not have any, yourself?]] verdigrisprowl 10:53 pm Fabric blankets? With patterns?? No. NoodlesAtNight 10:53 pm [[Strange. He would have thought with you being an Autobot, and your faction's pet humans...]] verdigrisprowl 10:54 pm I know I've worked for a couple of Primes, but despite what people who haven't might imagine, I wasn't making THAT kind of a paycheck. NoodlesAtNight 10:55 pm [[Odd. He's heard that /other/ timelines' Autobots get Earth currency allowances. Some of them even go purchasing items in public without upsetting humans. Not ours, of course - but some of the ones like Swoop's.]] [[Well. We'll fix that.]] verdigrisprowl 10:56 pm ... But I suppose they /do/ lose a little cachet when you know an alien who's willing to just give them away, don't they. NoodlesAtNight 10:56 pm *Soundwave pops a bridge overhead and stretches his feelers into it. Give him a minute and a half and he'll have picked out a black and white zebra stripe, a red one, and a blue one. * verdigrisprowl 10:56 pm I— Wh—? NoodlesAtNight 10:57 pm [[Cachet?]] *Got them. Here you go.* [[They're just blankets, Prowl.]] [[Fancy tarps, really.]] verdigrisprowl 10:59 pm /Extremely/ fancy tarps! *his jaw almost drops when Soundwave hands him the blankets. Look at the stripy one. Primus below.* NoodlesAtNight 11:01 pm [[You're welcome to borrow the cleaning device if they get filthy, though a sink and a corrugated surface works as well in an emergency.]] [[What's extreme about them?]] *He tilts his head. These are no different from any of the other ones he's seen.* verdigrisprowl 11:02 pm ... I can't possibly— If I walked into Iacon with these draped over my shoulder people would start asking me how many moons I own. NoodlesAtNight 11:03 pm *A long, long silence and a good staring.* [[...He's sorry. What?]] verdigrisprowl 11:04 pm Is—Is fabric—really just—not a big deal here? Did it become THAT common after you visited Earth? NoodlesAtNight 11:07 pm [[Earth supplies were all most of us had /access/ to for the last few years of the war.]] *He shrugs.* [[Enough Autobots have human connections to get what their comrades need. Most of the Decepticons either prefer Cybertronian material or - ah. Hmm. Find ways to get the Earth items they want, let's say. The humans have far more to spare than our own planet.]] [[Is it NOT common on your planet?]] verdigrisprowl 11:08 pm Let me put it this way. verdigrisprowl 11:09 pm Before the war, Sentinel Prime sent me to Senator Ratbat's penthouse, with his cape in a locked briefcase, in order to beg permission to use his washing machine. NoodlesAtNight 11:09 pm [[...You're pulling his leg.]] verdigrisprowl 11:10 pm ... "Beg" might be an exaggeration. Most of the begging was subtext. NoodlesAtNight 11:11 pm *Soundwave leans back to process this.* [[You - you had fabric /before/ the war?]] verdigrisprowl 11:11 pm /I/ didn't. NoodlesAtNight 11:11 pm [[Your Cybertron, then.]] verdigrisprowl 11:12 pm Senators and those who moved in their circles did. Oh, and the Functionist Council. They made quite a show of it when they first paraded out in their dozen capes. verdigrisprowl 11:14 pm I investigated a case where someone in the Primal Vanguard who'd come back from space with a scarf was robbed. A burglary, just to steal the scarf. NoodlesAtNight 11:16 pm [[That - it--]] *Soundwave holds up a hand for a second before pressing it to his crest.* [[That's absurd. These things are no more expensive than... hmm. Two or three human meals. He would think /those/ are more valuable. Those are perishable.]] verdigrisprowl 11:16 pm Maybe they're not expensive if you're ON Earth. verdigrisprowl 11:18 pm What do you think it cost to take leisure trips off of Cybertron—to go somewhere in the galaxy where fabric like that is plentiful? Or the cost to export fabric through the few merchants willing to trade with a mechanical planet? You had to be a soldier, or insanely rich. ... And you can't wear human meals. NoodlesAtNight 11:21 pm [[He wouldn't know. Nobody left our planet for... hmm. Not since the rust plagues. We didn't even know there was anywhere else /to/ go, once the colonies began to fail.]] *Pause.* [[He takes that back. Shockwave was trying to investigate a distant planet near the end of the war. But aside from that...]] NoodlesAtNight 11:22 pm [[We did not even find an organic planet for at least... three, four bridge jumps?]] verdigrisprowl 11:23 pm Hm. Well. If one of your colonies had crossed paths with an organic world with fabric, how much do you think it would have cost to export it home? NoodlesAtNight 11:23 pm [[Not as much as a moon!]] *You'll have to forgive him, Prowl. He's trying to wrap himself around a financial concept he has little to no basis for.* verdigrisprowl 11:24 pm *holds the zebra blanket up* This has STRIPES! NoodlesAtNight 11:25 pm [[...They don't make it heavier.]] *That would increase the cost, wouldn't it? If it was more trouble to transport?* *But they've all come through the bridge fine. Except the weird, shiny, flat purple one. That one singed a little at the edges.* verdigrisprowl 11:26 pm No but it's—it's—extra craftsmanship! You can't just drop it in a vat of dye and call it a day! A CRAFTSMAN made this. NoodlesAtNight 11:27 pm [[A factory machine made that.]] verdigrisprowl 11:27 pm ... Oh. *looks at the stripes.* ... it's still impressive. NoodlesAtNight 11:27 pm [[...Do you /want/ one made by a craftsman?]] verdigrisprowl 11:28 pm God, no. That really WOULD be excessive. This is—ALREADY excessive. Three blankets! For a forensic investigator! NoodlesAtNight 11:29 pm [[He supposes this is a bad time to mention that he thought about giving you a green and a purple one to take back to the Constructicons.]] *He'd decided against it because Bonecrusher would probably figure he'd bugged it.* verdigrisprowl 11:30 pm *slowly looks at Soundwave* ... I was actually going to ask. NoodlesAtNight 11:31 pm [[He doesn't mind, if you want them. You like them. They're important to you and other mechs on your Cybertron, it seems - and to him, they're not irreplaceable.]] verdigrisprowl 11:33 pm ... I mean. *looks at the blankets guiltily* I'm... not entirely sure I LIKE them, per se. I'm IMPRESSED by them. They're—impressive. NoodlesAtNight 11:33 pm *Pauses.* [[Besides, had he known their worth on your planet, he would have given you at /least/ ten.]] verdigrisprowl 11:33 pm I don't know what I'm going to do wYOU WHAT? NoodlesAtNight 11:34 pm *Shrugs.* [[As he said. They're not as important to him. You are. And you impressing others is.]] verdigrisprowl 11:34 pm ... Three's fine. Three's excessive. NoodlesAtNight 11:34 pm [[Though if you don't particularly like them he won't force you to take them. But... he /has/ seen some that are... 'fuzzy'.]] [[Merely a thought.]] verdigrisprowl 11:35 pm *optics flicker* Oh. No—no thank you. These are fine. NoodlesAtNight 11:35 pm *He's seen how Prowl reacts to that texture.* verdigrisprowl 11:35 pm ... And one for the Constructicons. NoodlesAtNight 11:35 pm [[As you wish. Which color?]] verdigrisprowl 11:35 pm You said you have a green and purple one? NoodlesAtNight 11:36 pm [[Not together. One of each.]] verdigrisprowl 11:36 pm Oh. *well. they certainly don't need TWO.* ... Green. They prefer green. NoodlesAtNight 11:37 pm [[Very well.]] *And he's a little glad for that. He likes purple. Not so much green. Up the feelers go. The green one is, in fact, still rolled and wrapped. It's just not his color.* [[...He hopes you do not think him a fool for not realizing what he was saying.]] *Passes it over.* verdigrisprowl 11:39 pm If fabric wasn't a big deal on your planet, it wasn't a big deal. verdigrisprowl 11:40 pm *very carefully adds the green blanket to his pile. He's got them draped across his forearms, very carefully, keeping them flat and trying to keep the blankets away from his elbows and wrists so they don't catch on anything. The way no less a figure than Sentinel Prime himself taught him to carry fabric. NoodlesAtNight 11:41 pm *Can see that care, and wonders if he's being too careless with them, himself. Perhaps he ought to try looking at them from Prowl's point of view some time? Might make him appreciate the gifts and purchases all the more.* [[...You have to tell him more about your days with Sentinel Prime, some time. He has the feeling you have other interesting stories hidden in your subspace pocket.]] verdigrisprowl 11:42 pm *huff.* I doubt you'll enjoy it. NoodlesAtNight 11:45 pm *Light torso bobbing.* [[Perhaps. Perhaps not. Even if they themselves are not enjoyable, acquiring useful knowledge is. Besides,]] *and here he stretches a little,* [[he is ever curious about who you were and have been. A picture of the full Prowl, and not merely the one he knows now.]] verdigrisprowl 11:46 pm Hm. ... We'll trade stories, sometime. NoodlesAtNight 11:47 pm [[Though the one he knows now is, of course, priceless to him. But you've probably realized that now that he's given you three blankets.]] *Soft huff. It's a playful comment.* [[And he would like that. Probably.]] verdigrisprowl 11:47 pm Worth at least one moon, I see. *humor ping.* NoodlesAtNight 11:48 pm [[He would offer you both, but he does not know where your Cybertron's other moon is.]] *Humor ping right back.* verdigrisprowl 11:49 pm Hm. ... For another three blankets, maybe I'll tell you. I'm joking, I don't need more blankets. NoodlesAtNight 11:50 pm [[Hmm. He can think of three things you /would/ like, but you would probably prefer to get to work on time tomorrow.]] *Stretches again and rises, offering a curling feeler for assistance and balance.* verdigrisprowl 11:52 pm ... Don't tempt me. *gonna, kinda, balance his elbow on the feeler, so he doesn't have to adjust his hold of the fabric.* *looks down at his haul.* ... The Constructicons are going to lose their minds. NoodlesAtNight 11:55 pm [[Do not worry. He left his days of automatically defying Autobots behind with his faction badge.]] *Glances at the rolled blanket.* [[Feel free to let them know you asked for it for them. They might like that.]] *As opposed to saying that Soundwave had anything to do with it, that is.* verdigrisprowl 11:56 pm Mm. They'll know the truth. *BUT they'll know that Prowl intended to even before he was offered; and they'll know that he picked out the green for them. They should like that.* NoodlesAtNight 11:58 pm *Nods. He doesn't want to interrupt Prowl's fabric-holding, so--* [[If you do not mind, may he bump the side of your helm? He's loath to send you on tonight without at least that.]] verdigrisprowl 11:59 pm ... You don't think we can manage a kiss? NoodlesAtNight 11:59 pm [[He thinks we can, but he didn't want to assume.]] Yesterday verdigrisprowl 11:59 pm The math works out. NoodlesAtNight 12:00 am [[And he is ever thankful for its existence.]] *He'll get himself as close to appropriately positioned as he can figure out without having Prowl's sense of mathematics.* verdigrisprowl 12:01 am *and Prowl will slide the fabric under his bumper and lean in the rest of the way.* NoodlesAtNight 12:02 am *...Clever, clever mech. Soundwave might be silently laughing into Prowl's mouth when he gets that visor lifted and kisses him.* verdigrisprowl 12:03 am *good. now hold that position, Prowl plans on keeping this up for a bit.* NoodlesAtNight 12:04 am *Oh, well. By all means. He'll carry on with that (and the occasional nip from fangs or inner jaws) as long as Prowl wishes tonight.*

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Star Trek Discovery: ep 2

Okay, I absolutely adored the premiere, which I liveblogged Sunday night. But I’ve been feeling rotten and groggy and didn’t watch episode 2 until tonight. 

I’m kind of glad I waited.

I’m transcribing remarks I made to a friend in a private chatroom while watching, and then I’ve added some thoughts afterwards.

SPOILERS.

Ep 2.

Raw remarks transcribed from private chat while watching (slightly edited)

So, our cliffhanger ended with Michael committing mutiny trying to save them, her captain betrayed and pointing a gun at her, and a whole Klingon fleet warping in like several buckets of shit flying towards a fan.

I’m still trying to get used to Sarek being nicer to a human trying to Vulcan than he was to a son whom he practically disowned for leaving Vulcan to join Starfleet. But I love Sarek so will try to muffle the "buts." I want Amanda to show up.

Parting word to Michael: "Behave." On the bright side, seems like it took her seven years before she LOL NOPED.

I hope the Klingon fans are happy. This is a very ponderous language to listen to when it's whole scenes of dialog and not just quick commands or insults. But I know there's a whole branch of fans who embrace Klingon culture and language, and I hope they're as thrilled as I was to hear Sindarin Elvish spoken.  (And that they're not too perturbed that the Klingon look has mutated again.)

Oh SHIT. I know the Captain was trying to defuse situation with diplomacy, but did they not have their shields up? Or was this just an old ship and/or Klingons managed to puncture shields. Ouch ouch ouch.

Wow, Michael is not having a good day. Waking up in remains of brig with failing containment fields around her — whole sequence is impressive and sad.

I like the way they're employing FX in service to story. It's hard not to let CGI overwhelm. But here, no matter how spectacular FX are, they're functional, rather than an end to themselves: like incidental music the Big FX moments help set mood/tone and give audience catch breath to process what just happened. As opposed to only using FX to foster one mood, maximum adrenaline, and keep audience off-balance so they have no time to catch breath and reflect on situation.

Intense telepathic scene with Sarek. Man he really likes this kid. He is one crazy ass Vulcan, even if he won't admit it: sharing a katra with a near stranger, especially a human child, is pretty drastic. (Also I'm confused: thought he adopted her after parents died in attack, but it looks like Michael was already his ward during attack?

ARGH.

Sarek: "I did not come here to judge your actions. I came here to—"

*Pumpkin, who likes to snooze on desk next to keyboard and occasionally use it as pillow at inconvenient moments, carefully and deliberately stretches out paw and plants it over ESC key, backing up browser window to several URLs ago, losing livestream.*

Cats. Such exquisite timing.

Back online.

Okay yes [STC sounded slightly noncommittal when I was enthusing about restraint of FX] now they're getting a little show-offy. But yikes. First time I've ever seen a space battle using classical Greek naval warfare maneuver. Trireme beak-ram!

...although it could be coincidence, and I'm reading it that way because of my classical studies background. They might've come up with that unusual and dramatic visual independently. At any rate, impressive.

OOOOO. Just hit scene where Captain, out of options, sees Klingons beaming up their dead, and she sees option.  I've been kind of waiting for her to be proactive instead of reactive. Earlier her hands were tied by trying to avoid conflict (following orders).

...DAMMIT. Just Googled to find out spelling of Phillipa's last name and saw the kind of spoiler I really hate to see. Stupid, stupid me.  I really honestly didn't know, since I had been so strenuously avoiding behind-the-scenes stuff. 

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[At this point I stopped babbling in the chatroom to watch final scenes, so rest is post-watch thoughts.]

At least we have one great sequence between Burnham and Captain Georgiou, although the lull to confront one another and devise a strategy was a little forced— Klingons being very polite about not finishing them off. And YES, YES YES, finally seeing Michelle Yeoh fighting, which believe it or not I never have. (I don't watch many films or really much media.) 

:( Ouch. So close. Just a second or two longer.

So that's that. Man, that's gotta be a record even for Trek; can't even get through two eps without ship's destruction and crew evacuation. (Mom and I used to get annoyed at destroying Enterprise for shock value; first time was so dramatic and meaningful, whereas repeat felt gimmicky.) 

Not sure Michael's Expository Speech is did her any favors at this trial, but at least now we hear what she thinks.

Teaser for next episode (or "real" Discovery show) follows. Kinda confusing that they're convicts but on a Federation ship? Or did she get transferred from prison?

I am still mourning the captain and really not in the mood to parse the trailer. DAMMIT DAMMIT DAMMIT. I was wary of this show, but after watching Ep 1 I let my guard down and was SO EXCITED.

I had seen one article about this series last spring showing what looked like a predominantly white-dude bridge with generic-looking white male captain and a few tokens, just like TOS. That had dampened my enthusiasm for this show and prevented me from getting into it or looking forward to it.

But recently I saw posts saying, "Yo, WOC captain and first officer!" (or rather, in Tumblr's usual WE MUST MAKE YOU FEEL GUILTY FOR NOT SUPPORTING THIS THING YOU WEREN’T AWARE OF, SHAME ON YOU!!! way, there was a post berating Tumblr for lack of photosets and buzz and excitement over Michelle Yeoh and Sonequa Martin-Green, and why weren't we getting behind WOCs when we'd been all excited for Gal Gadot?) And I thought, Wait—what?! I thought this was going to be generic white dude captain with token black female first officer which is okay but not ANYTHING LIKE as cool as what you're saying?

And since I do try to avoid spoilers and PR I didn't know Yeoh wasn't going to be the regular series captain. Or rather, I was confused why the hype I was seeing now differed so drastically from that one article I’d started to skim and then closed thinking, “Nah, I’m going to avoid spoilers.” Had the showrunners changed their minds and decided to bring in Michelle Yeoh as an upgrade after seeing their version of Captain Pike wasn’t good enough to anchor a series?I was just going to wait and see.

I forgot any doubts when Episode 1 gave me EXACTLY WHAT I WANTED: Two great female characters with a friendship and professional working relationship. Banter. Excellence. Skills and wits. Clunky TOS tech and new shiny bridge set. Smart captain. Brave first officer. With two WOC they couldn't be tokens; they had to be expanded as just... 3 dimensional characters.

I was so here for that. I loved that whole opening minisode, and also the Captain sending Michael off to play in a brief voyage of discovery and enjoying that her first officer was enjoying herself.

Their friendship was perfect, legendary Kirk and Spock material. It was distracting me from the other bridge crew— even Saru, who is an interesting character, but I was focused so much on these two women— but I figured other characters would get filled out in subsequent episodes.

And now?

"Here. Here's what you really wanted. Two women being superbly competent officers with a meaningful friendship, leading a show just the way Kirk and Spock did. And it's going to be about discovery and an older woman mentoring another one, and tackling difficult ethical problems without providing easy answers and— PSYCHE! 

“...FOOLED YOU! Two leading women in a Kirk-Spock dynamic? Oh, we could never do that. So we're killing off your already-favorite character. As consolation prize, here, have an incarcerated and demoralized WOC who has to be 'grateful' to a white dude for letting her out of jail. Power imbalance between her and captain, no close friendship, and oh yeah, instead of voyage-of-discovery and complicated-ethical-problems Star Trek, it's going to be various people being macho and angry, and a depressing Federation-Klingon War."

 I hope I'm wrong.

It feels like they gave me everything I'd hoped for and more, and then, once I'd let my guard down, they took it away. I'm left with a character and actor (Sonequa Martin-Green) I like enough that I'm going to watch anyway...for now. But I'm back to being wary. And here we have yet another WOC/minority being killed to make way for generic white dude. So now I'm disillusioned and won’t trust this show, and we're only at the end of ep 2.

Okay, yeah, I'm pissed. 

Discovery could redeem itself and turn out to be fantastic. There is a lot of potential here and a lot to like. Saru and Burnham are good characters, and I assume some of the others will be too. But they're going to have to pull off a miracle now to keep me from fantasizing about the better show that COULD HAVE BEEN.

ETA: so maybe I should have read the behind-the-scenes stuff beforehand so I’d be prepared for this premiere to be backstory, in effect. I guess everyone else knew her death was coming, and could appreciate the drama while anticipating this would be a tragedy. Either I’m naive, or too groggy/tired to pick up the Obi-Wan vibes.

[krys-does-otome]

Thoughts and Speculations, V’s Route, Common Route Day 1 and 2

...Well, this is an interesting way to start off a new route.

The new route for V is already out and I’m....

Well, I’m more concerned and worried, especially with all of the implications placed thus far.

And I’m only on Day 2 on the Common Route.

Call me slow all you want for not blasting through all eleven days in one sitting, but I think it helps me digest things to take it one step at a time, thus why it’s taking me a while to slosh through Mystic Messenger (plus I’m poor, so I have to pick and choose my chats to keep my hourglasses on an even level. So, I’m playing it the slow way. I know I’m missing out on phone calls this way, but that’s a sacrifice I’m prepared to accept.)

Below the cut is going to contain spoilers for up to the Common Route for V’s new route, as well as spoilers for various other endings that I have gotten thus far, such as a good portion of the Good and Normal Endings, the Secret Endings, the various DLCs released thus far, and a few of the bad endings.

Final spoiler warning. Turn back now or face the consequences of spoilers!

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This route ups the creepiness factor right from the start, even compared to the original Prologue beginning.

Go to this unspecified location this mysterious stranger sent to you via text message, plus break and enter into the place as well?

How about he sends you a car to YOUR location and he takes you to his mansion in the mountains where you can beta test his super special awesome new game that he just created, but you can’t know about the location, so you’re blindfolded and driven there and lead to your own room by the hand?

Oh, and you can’t leave until you beat the game.

Seriously.

You’re really pushing my suspension of disbelief here, Cheritz.

The game creator, Ray, tells you how to play his game, making repeated remarks about the AIs, as well as reminding you, quite often, that they are not real people, no matter how real they may seem.

That’s not suspicious in the least, nope. Not. At. All~.

The prologue plays similarly to the original prologue, where everyone goes about their normal conversations until they notice that you are there. Cue the original freak out everyone has and high suspicions.

The only major difference from this and the regular prologue is that V is present from the beginning, instead of Seven calling him in once you’re already in the chat room.

There’s also one bit of information that Ray gave you before you began the game:

If the members start to act suspicious of you, say that Rika sent you, and that you’re here to plan parties.

This set off a spark through the RFA. Especially in V, who suddenly became quite interested in you once you mentioned Rika (seriously, he called me twice in a row last night, lol).

The common route chats run as normal after that, talking with Yoosung about his distrust for V since Rika’s ‘death,’ Seven’s show of initial goofiness, the usual.

It’s the Visual Novel Modes that things get interesting.

In the beginning, when the game states that this takes place 2 years prior to the events of the original routes, I don’t think that’s completely correct, as we open on a scene of V standing before Rika’s tombstone, with flowers that, presumably Yoosung, left there, stating that this was around a month after her ‘death.’ I guess we can call V with his long hair as ‘Grieving V’ as with all of the cgs and sprites so far, he has that longish hair, likely implying that he isn’t taking good care of himself in his grief.

In any case, other Visual Novels indicate that the ‘current’ events taking place five months after the scene at the tombstone, so in total, it’s been six months since Rika has been ‘dead.’

In that time, everyone is still grieving, especially V and Yoosung. Once MC comes into their lives, claiming to have been sent by Rika to kickstart the parties again, of course everyone is going to act suspicious of MC.

What’s interesting is that Seven can’t decipher our location like he could in the regular prologue. It kind of makes sense in a way in that in the original prologue, we were at Rika’s apartment the majority of the Common Route and various other routes.

If what this route is implying is true, then we are, in a sense, in a different dimension than everyone else, as was explored in the April Fools DLC. So, of course Seven isn’t going to find MC/us in this world.

What’s also interesting is that he and V are the only ones suspecting this, implying that they know that something bigger is going on here.

Maybe I’m getting too far ahead of myself and the ‘they’ they’re referring to is actually Mint Eye and not as us playing the game in the outside world, but I’m waiting to ride this out as long as I can.

At least V will show up in chat rooms more often in the gameplay.

Rika is still dearly missed by her friends and family, that still hasn’t changed.

This route has at least caught my attention.

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SOME THOUGHTS AND SPECULATIONS

No one is going to convince me otherwise that Ray and Saeran aren’t at least somehow connected to each other, if not the same person.

His sprite default pose is exactly the same, his expressions are the same, his hatred for various RFA members is still evident in this plane of existence...

And, while I think this might be a small error on Cheritz’s part, look at the picture for calling ‘Ray’ and tell me what you see.

Go on ahead, take your time.

Notice anything on his neck? Hmm?

Saeran’s chokers. His hair is messier too.

Big surprise, isn’t it?

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While I think this might also be an unfortunate glitch in the game, I found that some of my cgs were missing from Seven and Zen, more so Seven. Ironic, considering that the next chat that opened up was about one of Seven’s personal servers was hacked and got wiped, quite possibly making some not so favorable pictures having the potential to be released publicly, Jumin, specifically.

So, I thought that the accidental clearing of images was intentional, because that’ll make the fan theories go while if this is a wide spread problem.

I only found out it was a glitch when I replayed Zen’s Valentine’s DLC and got the CG back, as brand new when it showed up, but I got it back.

It’s also interesting to note that, while some of Seven’s CGs were lost in the process, I gained a few that I hadn’t even played for yet.

Keep in mind that before I started for V’s route, I had just completed Seven’s Normal Ending, so I just gotten the CG for that.

As noted on my Butts Touched Master List, I’ve completed Seven’s Good Ending, Bad End #1, Bad Relationship End #1, and now his Normal Ending (I was going for Bad Relationship End #2, but I got too many hearts, I think, thus the continued adventure to the Normal End instead) as of the time of this writing.

Notice how on that list I haven’t completed Seven’s 2nd Bad Ending yet.

Notice this CG?

It’s for his 2nd Bad End. I only know this because of spoilers on tumblr and google. 

The one that I haven’t played yet. So I basically have no context for this image. Seven confirmed for a sub, pass it on!

This isn’t the only instance of this.

For example, this one, presumably from the Xmas DLC, which I have played through, but never could get this CG.

And this one.

Unless it’s in a conversation that happened where I couldn’t get to it on Day 1, this seems like major spoiler territory. I have no context for this image.

It should also be interesting to note the ones that disappeared as well. First was the one from the Dark Chocolate Ending from the Valentine’s DLC, the Secret End CG (where’s its heavily implied that Seven and MC do it in his dark shirt) and one of the Christmas DLC ones where I can’t figure out what the original CG was, but it was replaced by the new one that I didn’t have to work for.

I’m still assuming that this is a glitch because Zen’s Valentine’s DLC CG was missing (the one where he licks chocolate off your finger, oh my), but I got it back after replaying the DLC, so I’m not too worried about this anymore.

I’d also like to point out that I have seen the CG for V and MC at the window, which I’m going to assume is going to be the final image for V’s Good Ending.

Sure, okay, happy ending.

However, ever since I started my Bad Ends and Normal Ends run for Mystic Messenger, I’m finding that I like the Normal Endings better than the Good Endings, at least where I am thus far.

The Good Endings are great, I’m not going to deny that, but, since playing the normal endings, they almost feel more fabricated and fantasy-like compared to their more grounded in reality counterparts.

Take Yoosung’s Good and Normal Endings for example. In his Good Ending, he comes to the party even though he had been through and ordeal with Seven and dealing with Mint Eye, nearly losing one of his own eyes in the process.

Instead of recovering from his injuries like a normal person, he shows up to the party in his best, bandages still covering his face, and confesses his love for MC, and kisses her too. All of which is well and good, happily ever after with Yoosung!

In the Normal Ending, this love confession still happens, but it happens from a hospital room while Yoosung is still in a hospital gown. The dialogue is fairly similar, just the location and Yoosung’s clothes are different.

But I do like the fact that this normal ending is much more grounded in reality, giving it an air of sincerity.

Another example would be Zen’s Good and Normal Endings. For his Good Ending, he proves his innocence against Echo Girl and gets his career back. This is where the endings split from each other, as Zen confesses his love for MC for all of the world to hear, declaring her his girlfriend and that was that.

In his Normal Ending, however, he holds back on confessing his love to the world, opting to keep their relationship a secret from the general populace.

This gives the ending a more poignant ring if you don’t know about idol culture, specifically in Japan and Korea.

For the long and short of it, think of it as your favorite internet celebrity revealing their girlfriend/boyfriend/spouse/significant other, and the fan base doesn’t take well to this other person, especially if the celebrity in question had been considered single up until the reveal of their loved other. Fan bases that send nasty emails and hateful comments to and about the loved other, hating them and saying that they’re stealing the celebrity from the fan base and other ridiculous nonsense like that.

Think that, only ten times worse. People have lost entire careers and livelihoods because it was discovered they were dating, or even married, someone, when they have to maintain this ‘single’, perfect image.

It’s terrible, unfair, and heartbreaking, but that’s the reality of right now.

I think that’s why Zen’s Normal Ending has a bit more poignancy than his Good Ending, because while confessing his love to the entire world was a noble and endearing act... he wouldn’t have been able to act as an actor or even a model again if it was grounded in reality.

(Plus the Normal Ending was hotter with MC in that black get up and Zen whispering in her ear was pretty hot, let’s be real here.)

So, in conclusion, while I’m sure the Good Ending for V will please many a fan who begged for this... I’m gonna wait until I hear news about his Normal Ending before I make my final judgments. In pretty much all of the Normal Endings I’ve played so far in Mystic Messenger, all of them have this sense of reminding us of reality, that though not everything is as picturesque as the Good Ending, that grounding makes it that much more sweet and endearing, to me at least.

I’ll keep you posted as I progress further, probably make another Thoughts and Speculations once I actually get onto V’s route.

Until then, have a good day, lovelies, and remember to touch all the butts.

[writtenwordsoffic]

Mercy - Jughead x Reader - request

Jughead x Reader

Masterlist

@idle-lanes @sgarrett49

Anonymous said: Can I request a jughead x reader based on the song Treat You Better? Where the reader is in an abusive relationship or something and jughead is in love with her?

A/N: Okay so because I’m old (not that old but up there for Tumblr surely), I could not have told you this was a Shawn Mendes song let alone who he was before this request. I am REALLY not a top 40 person (never have been) so hopefully I did your request justice. Lol I’m sorry I don’t know what teenagers listen to…anyway thanks for the request and I hope you guys like it.

I won’t lie to you I know he’s just not right for you And you can tell me if I’m off But I see it on your face When you say that he’s the one that you want And you’re spending all your time In this wrong situation And anytime you want it to stop

I saw her face as he left the diner. The sheer terror in her eyes as his anger made him leave. In the course of several months, she seemed weaker. A shadow or a remnant of the person she used to be.

She used to glide through the hallways so easily. A smile to Betty or to those who she would consider friends. Every once in a while I would catch a glance and she’d become a little bashful. I honestly would as well. Sometimes she would sit at our table at lunch as she was friends with both Betty and Veronica. She seemed to like my sarcasm and laughed at my jokes. Honestly it was hard not to love her laugh. A few times she would join us at Pop’s and it seemed difficult for both of us to tear our eyes from each other.

And then one day, she caught someone else’s attention. Chuck’s. I don’t know if she knew any better or just simply seemed to like the bit of attention he gave her.

For a while she seemed happy with him, so I let my feelings subside. Trying to focus my thoughts on other things. Yet, I couldn’t help but stare at her in English class or every once in a while try to catch her glance in the hallway. For a little bit, she would still return it.

Then she started to distance herself. She never ate with Veronica anymore, barely even waved to Betty. Any friend she seemed to have she would drift a part from. If she walked in the hallways by herself, her eyes would be glued to the floor.

Something was wrong and I couldn’t help think it was because of Chuck.

I know I can treat you better than he can And any girl like you deserves a gentleman Tell me why are we wasting time On all your wasted crying When you should be with me instead I know I can treat you better Better than he can

One day I stopped her from exiting class. “Y/N?”, she turned to me at the call of her name.

“Hmm…?” She responded but barely. Her eyes were tired and somewhat red. Lately she had kept wearing a sweater of some type over her clothes even if it wasn’t that cold. She tried giving me a little smile but it seemed to be haunted.

“Uh…hey, you alright?”, my hand went to the back of my neck as I was nervous. It had been a while since I had a real conversation with her.

To my question she seemed to be a little surprised but nervous as well. Not the nerves I seemed to be experiencing as I was looking for the light in her eyes I used to once see. She seemed unsteady because of my questioning. ���Um yeah. I’m fine. Just worked on homework a lot last night…”, she was always a bad liar. She was too honest for her own good.

She looked at the clock, “I really should be going…”, her eyes then went to the door.

“Wait”, I gently grasped her forearm and she heavily flinched, jumped really. I let go of her as her eyes seemed to gain some fear behind them until she looked at me. “I’m sorry…I didn’t mean to scare you”, I was still surprised by her jump.

She quickly put her arm to her side and her eyes became sadder. She looked away from mine as if she knew her eyes would tell the truth. “It’s fine Jughead, but I really have to go”. She practically rushed to the hallway while I was left to my thoughts. Thoughts that began to trouble me even more.

I’ll stop time for you The second you say you’d like me to I just wanna give you the loving that you’re missing Baby, just to wake up with you Would be everything I need and this could be so different Tell me what you want to

I waited until Chuck left in his car before making my way to her at the table. Her eyes were drawn downwards as she didn’t even realize I had sat down.

She finally noticed my breath and once again jumped. Her eyes immediately went to the window almost making sure that Chuck wasn’t still there. “Jughead, you shouldn’t sit here with me”. Her eyes darted around the diner to see who else was around.

“Why not? We’ve eaten together before”, my words were soft as my concern had grown.

“It’s just not a good idea, okay?”, her eyes were still red and watery from whatever Chuck had said to her.

I gave a breath as I finally decided to voice my thoughts. I got up and came to her side of the booth. “Y/N, what’s going on? What’s wrong?”, I looked her up and down and her eyes went to the table as if she couldn’t look in mine.

“Nothing Jughead, I’m fine…”, her voice was quiet and I could tell she was trying to get rid of me.

“Y/N. Chuck just left you here crying without a care in the world. You don’t look like yourself and you’ve quit talking to any of your friends”, her eyes looked up at mine.

“Jughead, please. Not here”, her eyes began to water again.

“Alright let’s go for a walk”, I tried giving her a reassuring smile. I grasped her hand and she became nervous again. Her eyes darted up looking around her, as if she felt she was being watched. “Please Y/N?”.

“I…okay”, she looked down and took her hand back and while she seemed reluctant in her answer, at least she had agreed.

The walk was silent for a little bit until we made it to the park. The entire time she looked all around her. The park was empty and she seemed to relax a little because of that. We made it to a bench and I sat down next to her. Her eyes went to her feet.

Give me a sign Take my hand, we’ll be fine Promise I won’t let you down Just know that you don’t Have to do this alone Promise I’ll never let you down

“Y/N. What is it?”, my arm went behind the bench but I resisted touching her again.

She gave a long pause as her body didn’t move. “Chuck”.

I was afraid that was the answer but I was more scared by the thoughts that had repeated in my mind. That this was far beyond a typical argument with a couple.

“Why was he upset in the diner?”, I tried going slow with my questioning.

“I was late. I shouldn’t have been late…I was trying to hurry. He doesn’t like waiting for me. He shouldn’t have to…”, her eyes began to tear up again but her gaze was still on her feet.

“That’s why he was angry? So you were a little late…that shouldn’t matter…”, I tried reasoning with the remarks she was clearly torturing herself with.

“No. It was stupid of me. I tried saying I was sorry…”, her eyes went back to mine. “I shouldn’t have been late…he’s mad now. Whatever happ…” Her words faded as if she realized she was saying her thought out loud.

“If what happens?”, my hand went to her shoulder and this was the first time she hadn’t jumped at my touch.

“I….nothing. I just shouldn’t have angered him like that…”, she tried parting her eyes from mine, looking anywhere else.

“Y/N…”, I was speaking as gentle as I could. “What does he do when he gets angry?”

She almost spoke but no words came out, instead just tears. Her hands went to her eyes and they didn’t seem to stop. I went closer to her rubbing her back. “Y/N, it’s going to be okay, whatever it is”. I said the words but I already knew.

“He loves me Jughead and I’m just ungrateful for it…it’s my fault I make him angry…”, she kept crying a bit until she calmed herself down. “I’m sorry, this isn’t your problem Jughead…”.

“I’m your friend, it is my problem”, I was still gently rubbing her back as she calmed down. There was a long pause between us until I finally decided to ask the question that had been haunting me. “Y/N?”, she looked back to me finally. “Is he hurting you?”.

Her eyes drew in fear from the question and her eyes darted to the playground. It seemed she was contemplating something in her mind. She gave a breath and then lifted the sleeves to her arms, all the while just looking at her feet.

I looked down and saw bruises all along them. My hands slightly went over them, “Y/N….”. My heart was saddened as someone had taken the beautiful light that surrounded this girl away.

“There’s more…”, her words were quiet as if she was ashamed of them.

I pulled her body gently to mine and just hugged her. I couldn’t let her go. She began to weep into my shoulder. It seemed like an hour had gone by of our embrace. I finally whispered into her ear, “that’s not love Y/N”. Her tears began to subside and she gave a gentle nod but I could tell she was unconvinced. I still held onto her. “We’re going to figure this out okay?”, she nodded again while her grasp on me tightened. I just wanted her to have the light back in her eyes.

‘Cause I know I can treat you better than he can And any girl like you deserves a gentleman Tell me why are we wasting time On all your wasted crying When you should be with me instead I know I can treat you better Better than he can

Months had passed, Chuck was expelled from school, and here I was staring at her down the hallway again. The gleam was back in her eyes as she gave a gentle wave to Betty and then Veronica. The smile was brought back to her lips and then her gaze met mine. Her smile went to me and while her look was a little bashful, her eyes never parted from mine. She walked up as my hand slid comfortably entwined with hers. I gave a kiss to her temple and she gave a small laugh. It was hard not to fall in love with that laugh.

[lifeisjustanotherstory]

W/c 28th January - a week in anecdotes and not-shower shower thoughts (pt 2)

Friday

You would have thought after 21 years in this country, I would have been tired of it. Over the novelty of huge deep exhales when the air outside is so cold that you release little clouds from your mouth, from deep within.

But no. 

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Four inches of snow back home and London is only wetter than normal. 

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Headed in as normal, early, and it was just me and Nick walking from the office to the restaurant. We must have looked quite the picture. 

He mentioned how he thought what Emily was doing was incredible. If you step back, it is. She’s 20, only just, working a full time job, doing hard exams, got a fucking mortgage sorted out AND a baby on the way. I don’t know (m)any 20 year old’s like her. 

We talked about living costs (extortionate) and about how it made sense for me to live at home, especially since I get on with my parents. I’m really glad I do - the amount of money I am able to save is a literal blessing. 

He hadn’t realised that I’d come straight from school. And…I found that interesting. I don’t look particularly old, but I must have that mature air about me.

Nick seemed to be in awe of school leavers - quote, “it doesn’t mean shit if you’re a school leaver or a grad here”’; I do the same work, I’ve just been on the Earth for less time/don’t have a degree. 

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The food at our team breakfast was delicious.

Shakshuka - eggs baked in tomatoes, peppers and onions, topped with a creamy Arabic yoghurt and grilled bread. Absolutely sumptuous.

Nick also urged us to try the banana jam, I chose to eat it with cinnamon brioche. It was rather nice, even when your stomach is at 105% capacity.

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Shaheen remarked that she’s spent more time at the office than at home this week. Lol, same.

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I know, I know, I shouldn’t have. But when you see your name on someone’s Skype chat, you sneak a peek.

Shaunna was writing to Shaheen, and I only managed to see the first line, but that was enough; “I really love Deepa.”. Okay, if that isn’t a Friday treat, what is.

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Shaunna and I were poring over the population, trying several ways to get it to tie back. Rohit sent us a few more details and we finally got it to work. Past 5pm on a Friday, which was a bit annoying, but work isn’t all sunshine.

When it did work, I actually giggled. An exhilarated giggle. You don’t know how it’s been, just waiting for this work. And now we were finally able to send out the sample.

I hope Shaunna doesn’t think I’m too weird.

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Drinks were so fun. I didn’t go to uni, and my friends are currently there/not home, so work socials are the mainstay of my non-family social time. I got speaking to Aytaj and we eventually got round to speaking French; she’s learning it as a hobby and I studied it for a long time. She accidentally told me that she was 85, instead of 25, and fell into me laughing.

Yes, there were grammatical errors (too much on my part for my liking) but we managed to communicate, and connect over it.

So the team headed to Beer&Buns after work, just 2 mins from our office. Buns were delicious and far exceeded my expectations - the fried chicken one was t a s t y and the halloumi one was pretty good too. I had a margarita slushie, which just tasted a bit like flavoured ice tbh. 

But of course, I did have beer too. On two different occasions. Firstly, we played sake bomb. A shot of sake (rice wine) was balanced on chopsticks above a glass of beer. After chanting ‘sake, sake, sake’ you tap the table, sake shot falls through and you down it all. I came first - with Tom, as we did it by sub-team and we beat the other people playing. It’s been a long time since I’ve done shots, but I haven’t lost my touch haha.

Not so lucky for foosball…teamed up with Tom again, against Dave and Aytaj. It was going great; our winning strategy - for the majority of the game at least - was me in midfield/attack and Tom in defense. On the opposing team Aytaj was in defense, and Dave on attack. Each time you won a goal, the other team members had to have some beer as forfeit. That was some refreshing beer (as it ought to be, considering the name). We were a goal ahead, our strategy a winning one. Then we swapped…and lost. 

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Saturday

Listening to “TOOTIMETOOTIMETOOTIME”, as I must have done tens of times before, and suddenly I noticed an extra layer to the music. It just added something special. How had I missed it all this time? I love finding new things about songs that I love, like this. 

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I’ve never lived through a national crisis. My parents have had a few in India, and I wasn’t in the USA at the time of 9/11. Similarly, I was in India at the time of the riots in London. Watching this documentary about Princess Diana and her death, seeing the country I’m currently residing in grieving together…it’s hard stuff.

Shouldn’t speak too soon though, Brexit is yet to happen.

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I really should classify this as Sunday, considering it is past midnight, but it’s that time when you still haven’t slept for the night…so it’s the day before.

Pip has just asked me to do a favour and I respond with “sure, as long as it’s not right now.” Her reaction is amazing. I have a reputation for sleeping early and waking up early, and she is, quote, “shook”.

She’s asked me to have a look at her boyfriend’s business school application, and sure, I like Nico and ofc Pip is my best friend so I’m not going to say no. But not today.

Before I turn my phone off I look at the clock and decide to conduct an experiment. It’s 1:15am.

“It would be nice to be up at 7:15am,” I tell my body clock.

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Sunday

Up at 7:12am. This is interesting.

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How have I not heard this song before? True, I only found it because it happened to play in a YouTube ad before the music video I wanted to see started to play.

I was hooked from the outset. Hooked by the hook, one could say. Malamente means badly in Spanish, as I eventually learnt, but the music transcended the linguistic barriers. It felt like Rosalía’s voice (described as liquid velvet, which is an apt description imo) was trickling down my back, into my skin. I don’t know what she is singing but I fucking love the way she says it.

Can I go to Spain now, please?

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Started to revise for AA. This is a lot of material, folks.

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Started to review Nico’s work…and I’m in a bit of a dilemma. He’s got the content there, some really good examples. I’m no business school application specialist but it seems just a bit too verbose.

Pip didn’t rope me in to correct his grammar, just to be a fresh pair of finance-y eyes. But part of me can’t not suggest any edits, since some things have become more glaring each time I read his essay.

SO. I’ve just decided to suggest a few bits, little things that might make a few sentences classier/neaten up the structure and help disguise the fact that English isn’t his first language. There. That’s a happy middle and at least now I feel like I’ve done something.

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For some reason, I thought it would be nice to take a step back into my Tumblr archives. Found some nuggets (not pigeon ones, Matt…), I tell you.

It’s intriguing to see how I used to think two, four years ago. Reading my thoughts of years ago was refreshing. Some parts of me have changed, but I think the essence of me has been the same all along. 17 and 19 year old me, pouring out her heart(s) on Tumblr, was…honest.

[beowulfs-booty-call]

Shiro, pidge, Beezer

Hey! I’m super sorry for being so late! Considering the other asks piled up, and tumblr does blatantly no help in organizing them, I completely missed it! I hope you can forgive the unnecessary time spent waiting! Unfortunately, though, this is gonna be a long post!

Shiro: What’s the one thing you have that keeps you going on life?

Well, actually… Before, it was someone I’m very close to. I… er… Well, how do I put this? I kept going because someone became my rock. And I depended on them, a lot. But, whenever they needed me, I was as strong as ever so we both could be. 

…Truth be told, they still are, but, I’ve sorta grown more, that I don’t need to rely constantly on this one person to make sure my life is going well, you know? If I answered before, I’d probably answer that person, though… I’m still clinging to hope.

Hope that maybe, things will change. Hope, that one day I’ll fall in love the way I think I was meant to be. Hope… That I’ll be the best me I can be, that everyone I know can be as happy as they deserve to be. It’s a long shot; Where does hope come from? Where does it go? But, hope’s what got me here in the first place when things were nothing but horrid and unsafe. For what it’s worth, I believe hope’s what’s gonna keep me going, so that one day, I’ll wake up, happy and falling in love with myself and someone else, and sharing me, with someone else. 

I hope for a lot of things, but, I find it’s that hope that keeps me going forward, even when I don’t know sometimes where I’ll end up.

Pidge: Do you feel comfortable with who you are as you are now?

Pfft, it’s funny Pidge comes up, frankly, I enjoyed this question most! 

In all honesty… I like to believe I’m getting more comfortable with myself. I… I started writing poetry, I started drawing digitally, I’ve even thinking of having Beowulf as my actual name at times, hilarious as it is… It’s… Strange, actually. Getting to know the person you are now, that is. I didn’t know my life’s purpose, nor my own identity, but now more than ever, I feel… Kinda more… “whole”, you know? I, I fell in love with someone, went through a break up, consequently the “OTP BROKE UP!!!” phase, and so on which made me rethink a lot about myself. In one sense, yes, I feel more comfortable with myself. After that breakup, I sort of, realized that really, when it came down to it;

I didn’t need to ask why my ex and I did. 

I just understood that our relationship was at an end, it was time to move on, but, when you give your heart to someone, where do you go after that’s gone?

So, I took a lot more me time, I started up my love of flannel after, almost years of never seeing them again, I started reading Beowulf the first time, fell in love with the mythos and wanted really… Really badly to emulate it. I wanted to be a hero, I wanted people to remember me so much and praise me for what I do, when, most of the time, I barely even saw how far I came along the way. And, that’s how Beowulf ends (Sorry for the spoilers!), he gets too arrogant and only wants to hog the glory, and, he dies to the dragon when he’s older (35? He was still young.) and battle hardened. When I read Beowulf, that’s just when things clicked in. 

Did I really want glory and fame? Or, did I just want someone to recognize me for something? And, well, since then, I started listening to myself. I wore flannel, jeans, boots, I was so… happy not to wear whatever someone else told me to wear, it felt so… Right. I bought my opal choker, charmed it, and the local witch who sold it to me, remarked that Boulder Opal was meant to bring the real person within, out.

Looking back to that, it’s… Quite the journey. I’m… Me, and…. I know I’m gonna change more, that’s just a part of life, but, it’s been pretty cool getting to know myself. I channel spirits, I’m an incubus after making a deal with a few contracted demons and Lilith, and I’m always here for my friends. Self consciousness will always be something holding people back, and the same with body image, but, I’m much more comfortable as the person I am now, than I was before.

I think, to really say it more clearer…

I feel, free.

Enlightened.

Me.

Beezer: Who do you look up to?

Oh! Well, this is interesting as well!

I… Look up to a lot of people. I’ve looked up to my Spanish teacher in High School since, my junior year. He’s adopted me as his kid, by word of mouth and by action, the way he’s been, along with my school secretary. They’ve… Become like my mom and dad, in the context of things, I’d always make excuses to spend time with them than my own parents, and, I’d always hang out with them after school because I was so… Well, I was starved for parental affection. I felt wrong, so disastrously wrong for craving their love. “What about their children? Obviously, they won’t just drop everything to be with you, damnit!” But, those fears were just childish, my mom, when she figured how I was feeling, and she calmed me down by saying,

“It’s okay to cry, it’s okay to be weak sometimes when all you’ve ever known was to be strong. No matter what anyone says, wherever you go, whomever you become, you will always be my son.”

That was when my dad jumped in, and nonchalantly tried to hype it up by saying,

“And who better yet to be our son than a brave prince, with a soul older than the gods himself?”

(Now, mind you, my dad is sort of nuts. He’s a very strict teacher, everyone fears him and his teaching since he still uses the old RAP THE RULER TO ENVOKE PURE FEAR, but, his a very goofy guy with the air of a Sultan. Ever since I did my tarot cards, he’s always seen them as holy predictions as they for the most part, has. So, he’s always more or less, meaning well, just not… Wording things well…!)

I’ve left high school since, and I still get word from them time to time, I send cards, but, sometimes, I want to be their kid. I want to look up to them the way their kids do (Though, my dad, his sons left him with their mom when he was in the military. He… Well, he personally thinks I was sent to be his kid as part of fate. His words, not mine, but, those words always stuck with me.) and be just like them. So strong, so wise, but so loving as well.

My grandpa and grandma are just two of my supposed biggest fans, they’ve done nothing but support me, and well, frankly, I’ve always used their struggles to live in the time they are now to go on with my schooling. My grandmother worked as a worker for Verizon for years, while taking care of her mother, and her four kids at the age of 40 as a single mom, working the telephone poles (Something she claims only men did at the time, so, she worked her hardest to make ends meet). She taught me first about magic, and most of the basic Hindu mythos (We still cry over the movies and depictions of Parvati.) My grandpa, as it goes, isn’t really my grandpa, he’s simply my Gram’s neighbor and they’ve both come to fall in love with each other (As… Much as she won’t admit it openly.) 

He took me in as a young child when my parents didn’t, and was one of the first teachers I had, teaching me “Ese Lunar” (Cielito lindo, in actuality) and my first basic Spanish, and inspiring me with stories from the bible, but also about cultural figures like Santa Muerte and such. Sometimes, I gloss over it, but, I’ve always admired them. The way they bicker so much, but will always wake up the next morning, making tea and coffee and reading the paper and then asking me to do the chores and heavy lifting like we’re on Smallville. I always enjoyed their basic lifestyle… It’s taught me a lot, especially in how to appreciate the little things in life, from receiving a letter, to writing one and mailing it everyday, they’ve done so much to me, that I can only hope to do the same for them.

I look up, well, I idolize a lot of fictional characters too, like Terra Branford from Final Fantasy 6 or Yukino Mayuzumi from Persona 1 and 2. Terra keeps faith and hope for the orphans of the town of Mobliz, while Yukino struggles with her feelings for her mentor as a photographer.

Terra is a lot like me, she yearns to find out what love means. Not just the romantic ones, not just the “good friend” platonic love. She wants to discover real, true love, which she finds in orphans like her, who cling to her and call her Momma. It’s… Heartbreaking, but hopeful, in the way she was raised to be a weapon, and later, she is reversing it to teach others about love.

Yukino fights, not because she was once a gang member, not because she wants to be the only one to love her mentor, but because she wants her friends and her own student, Ana, safe and sound. Yukino’s life was turned around when her teacher, Ms. Saeko intervened and took her out of the female gang lifestyle to become a teacher like her. It inspired her to go forward, and though she couldn’t become a teacher like Ms. Saeko, she became a photographer and her mentor Shunsuke Fuji becomes her love interest. When a classmate of the protagonist, Ana Yoshizaka, goes rogue and becomes antagonistic, Yukino works to intervene like Saeko did, acknowledging she wasn’t strong enough to say she loved Fuji, nor smart enough to go to college and become a teacher like Ms. Saeko, or have “the eye” to be a photographer like Fuji himself. Instead, she acknowledges she doesn’t need those things to be a person, a strong person, to make sure she wouldn’t let Ms. Saeko’s lessons leave her so quickly to save Ana from a life of crime.

I also really look up to Beowulf, like I mentioned before, as a book, as a character, even as a Skullgirls character (pfft). I’ve always been a fan of wolves, and while they don’t exactly pertain to the legend of Beowulf, they do to the Skullgirls one. For the legend, he’s regarded as “Son of Wulf”, so, merely, his name is can be seen as Beo (lol, the logic is flawed of course, but hear me out) as Wulf was really a common ground name at the time. But, he was a prince of legend, a man the people looked up to and was, while vain, a good man at heart. I really want to emulate that, the same for the Skullgirls Beowulf, he may just be a wolf themed wrestler, but he’s got great intentions at heart besides just wrestling for his fans. But that’s just how I see it, the fact that he’s loosely based on the actual Beowulf, and my analysis of his character, it’s hard for me not to sorta… Look up to that legacy.

And, lastly, it’s my mother goddess Parvati. 

Streamlined mythos, she’s mother of Ganesha, and second wife of Shiva after her previous incarnation, Sati, committed suicide by diving into a sacrificial fire when her father Daksha forced her to marry another man and not whom she fell in love with (Shiva).

Parvati, then came as the daughter (and princess) of the Himalayas, and she gives forth an eternal maternal love only she can exude. When I was younger, I was once told, the gods decide who to protect in the world. This was why people tended to favor different gods in different households. My grams favored Vishnu, my father, Shiva, and so forth, we were a Guyanese community, so, superstitions were the best interpretation of “God comes in all forms to be accepted by his devotees.”

I didn’t bond with many gods, Vishnu frightened me, with the terrifying Ananta as his vehicle, Shiva was far too powerful in his austerities. And, one day, when I cried out that I had no one in the world to love me, a woman in a pink shalwar came to me and��claimed I needed no such words, because she was here to be my mother, when my mother is not. And so, she accepted me as her child, and, I’ve done nothing more but try to be as patient, loving, and wise as she’s been for me. 

She’s never left me alone, and, well, I’m not doing that to anyone I care about either. It’s one of the reasons I look up to her, her love is as eternal as the moon’s light.

Thanks, so, so much for asking! I’d like to apologize again for the lateness! Really, thank you again!