#and yet im sitting here making a graph

[hballegro]

i need to hire someone to sit here in my dorm and play an extremely loud incorrect buzzer sound when i start drifting off of writing

someone come pavlov me into being productive

[markiemelon]

hiiiii~~ can i request a scenario where nerd!mark and athlete!reader are on a study date and mark finds reader so cute when they don't understand the material? also bonus points if the reader is shy and doesn't want to ask for help cus they're embarrassed

Thank you!! ur writings make me so happy

focus

genre fluff ﹋֪֢ ♡︩ · no warnings!

pairings nerd!mark x athlete!reader

4:18pm — ♡

“yn,” your math teacher addressed you, “im worried that your training is interfering with your studies.”

that wasn’t the first time you’d heard that, and yet, you still couldn’t think of a good excuse to tell. “look, yn, i’ve made it easier for you by arranging some study sessions with a classmate of yours.”

you actually felt kinda relieved to hear that. surely, some extra studying couldn’t hurt.

“in fact,” he continued, “he’s right here.” he gestured to a familiar boy walking into the room.

it was mark. you knew mark, but you never crossed paths much, considering how different your priorities were…you were all about training, and mark was all about studying…

“so i have to spend the rest of my afternoon with this nerd?” you accidentally said aloud.

“now, yn, we still have to be professional during after-school hours.” your teacher demanded.

mark just chuckled and smiled at you. his round glasses and ruffled hair added a gentlemanly charm to him that made you swoon a little.

“i’ll be off now, but feel free to stay in the classroom.” your teacher said, shuffling together some lose papers. “mark, just lock up the door as usual, i trust you as our class president.”

you widened your eyes. “he’s class president?”

“you didn’t know?” mark raised an eyebrow.

“i—uhh”

“i’ll leave you guys to it then.” your teacher nodded before he exited the room.

you approached mark. “if it makes you feel any better, i didn’t even know our vice principal until last week… so um, don’t take it personally.”

with that pathetic attempt at explaining yourself, mark sensed you were nervous. he walked up to you, his arms crossed and head nodding ever so slightly. “alright.” he said with a grin. “i won’t.” he looked at you for a second longer before pulling a chair out from the desk. he insisted that you sit, and he sat beside you.

and so the studying began… you handed mark a crumpled up page from the deepest, darkest depths of your backpack, and he looked confused “do you… want me to throw this away for you?”

“no!” you snatched it back. “that’s my calculus homework!”

“oh shoot!” he couldn’t hold in his cackle. “I’m sorry— yn im sorry.” he said it with the biggest smile on his face, weak from the laughter.

“whatever. just tell me how to solve this. or save us both some time and just tell me the answers.” you slumped in your chair.

he scanned the page briefly. “yeah, so it’s simple, really..” mark inched the graph paper closer to your side of the table.

he pointed at some numbers and rambled, of course, you couldn’t keep up. so you did the next best thing, which was letting your mind drift off to somewhere else..

“actually, he’s kinda cute..” you admitted to yourself while observing his side profile.

focus.

“it must be the glasses. he looks good with glasses.” now you were noticing things you hadn’t payed any attention to before.

focus.

“why is he so close to me…” your heart skipped a beat at the realization.

suddenly, mark’s voice became clear at the mention of your name.

“yn… focus” he cooed, not even looking up from the paper. he must have felt you staring, but oddly, you didn’t look away from him.

mark stopped his writing, but he kept his pen to the paper, holding it still as he turned to face you.

almost immediately, your confident demeanor crumbled, and now, head lowered, you depended on mark’s answer to break the silence.

“solve this one. it’s what i just showed you.” he rolled his pen to you.

“oh. okay.” you hesitantly took hold of the pen, and did your best to pretend like you understood, but mark obviously wasn’t buying it. after writing some gibberish, you gave up.

“um, mark?”

“yeah?”

“im a little embarrassed to ask… but.. can you explain it again?”

he didn’t look surprised. he looked at you endearingly. “as expected..” he chuckled, weighing his head side to side to stretch out his neck. his gaze shifted to the clock on the wall behind you. “you know, we should probably head out now.”

“already?” you looked back to see the time for yourself. he didn’t say anything for a second, he just nodded and flashed a gentle smile. “you get too distracted.” he nudged your shoulder. your cheeks burned a little when he did that. “well you’re too distracting.” you nudged him back.

mark grabbed his shoulder where you touched as if he were injured by your strength. “i’m so distracting yet you couldn’t focus on a single thing i said?” he teased you. you didn’t have a witty comeback, so you just stayed silent and stuffed some things wherever they could fit in your bag.

at that point, it was clear to both of you that the next few study sessions you had lined up, would be far more exciting…

a couple weeks of studying with mark went by, and the flirting made its way into your classes. he was getting bolder in his advances. it started with some subtle compliments but now he’s been giving you these corny winks from a across the room, and he makes it really obvious what he’s doing.

once mark started sitting next to you, hell broke loose. one time, the teacher asked the class to solve something, and you miraculously managed to figure it out before mark did. it still backfired tremendously…

“oh my gosh, i got it!” you whispered to mark. “it’s 29!”

he smiled at you for a second, before raising his hand, while simultaneously blurting out, “29! it’s 29!”

your teacher looked pleased. “that was quick, mark. as always, you never disappoint me with your calculating abilities.”

mark threw is head back laughing as quietly as he could, and you kicked his leg underneath the table.. as hard as you could.

later, you would find yourself sitting with mark, side by side, staring down at your math textbook.

“okay, so tell me, what's the answer to number 4?" mark questioned you.

you didn’t even try to hide the fact that you had no idea what was going on. “i don’t know it.”

mark paused and laughed out of disbelief. “yn, it’s a good thing you wanna be an athlete and not a mathematician.”

what he said was true, but it annoyed you regardless, so you snapped back.

“and it’s a good thing you’re cute, ‘cause that’s the only reason i haven’t killed you yet.”

“psh,” he laughed in an exhale. “are you into me or something?” he kept his eyes fixed on the paper in front of him.

you giggled, “i think that’s the first time i’ve actually known the answer to a question you’ve asked me.” you smirked to yourself, feeling proud of your smooth talking.

when he didn’t respond, you continued.

“yknow.. mark, for being top of the class, i thought you’d have a bit more common sense.”

“what’s that supposed to mean?” he didn’t even bother looking at you.

“yes, mark, i’m into you.”

he still avoided looking your way, but he couldn’t hold back his smile. you stayed staring at your cute math tutor, and you could tell it was making him shy. “yn. focus.” he tapped his pencil on the table.

you tried to pout. “but the math isn’t cute...”

he tapped his pencil more aggressively.

you didn’t try to fight back. you started jotting some things down desperately trying to figure out the equation, until he tapped his pencil again. “yn. i need you to focus.”

annoyed, you jerked your head to face him. “i am focused. im literally doing the math-” your eyes traced his features.

“no, i mean on this.”

“on what?”

he smiled and tapped his pencil to his cheek.

“i need you to focus on me.”

this ended up being longer than intended... but thank you thank you so much for requesting, im so happy to hear that you like my writingggggggggff!!!!! also sorry this took so long, im kinda backed up on requests LOL.

[russett-pots]

a classmates smut prompt. Chaewon plays with your bulge. You: “Chaewon, this is a library, theres many people here” Chaewon: “its under the table, no ones gonna know if you keep quiet”. You: “chaewon, stop, im close, you really need to stop” cw: “im that good huh? You are close so fast?” you: “chaewon, im serious, you need to –” too late. You came in your pants. cw: “oh shit”. you cover yourself and hurry to the toilet, chaewon following you sheepishly from behind.

Teasing the Tutor

Kim Chaewon

Word Count: 0.7k

Tags: Public, Teasing

Just a small thing I wanted to post. Made this request as a small snippet of the Girl's club series. This happened between Chapters 1 and 2.

“Here?”

Chaewon waddles over with her books and sits down at the tables. “Okay, teach me math, Mingi.”

You take the seat beside her and take out your study material. “Okay, Chaewon, we first have to… Are you still on your phone?”

“Yeah yeah. Wait…”

You quickly peek at Chaewon’s screen and see that she is already texting a guy.

“Who’s that?”

Cheawon, from being embarrassed, tucks her phone and places it on the table.

Frustrated with her, you grab it and stuff it in your bag. “Now, are we going to concentrate or what?”

Chaweon rests her head on the table with her arms stretched out. “Ohh, Mingi! Math is so harrrrd!”

“Do you want me to help you or not!” You quietly shout.

Chaewon sits up straight, puts her hands on the table, and sits there quietly.

“That’s better.” You grab your notes from your last lecture and pull them out, then flip them to the beginning. “Okay, do you remember your log and natural functions?”

“Aren’t logs natural in nature?” She jokes

“Shut up!” But your hand on your face but chuckle slightly. “That’s a terrible joke.”

“And so you laughed.” She looks down at your easily cracked sense of humor.

“Fine. Anyway, let’s get back.”

“Natural functions, or ln….”

You go on to your boring explanation of how both log and natural functions go on. For how Natural function is just log of e. You also explain how to solve and graph different log and natural functions.

Soon Chaewon’s mind lingers somewhere else. She is very good at that. Her teachers never had to call her attention when she was daydreaming. This makes it hard for you to tutor her, but at the moment, you don’t notice her hand moving down to your crotch.

You first feel her hand. Your cock is already hardened thanks to the sight of Chaewon’s legs, but now you can feel something rubbing up and down your crotch. You ignore it for a second as it feels too good, but Chaewon moves quicker. Already you can feel some pre-cum leaking out.

You push her hand away from you. She looks into your eyes with a devious smile, moves back to your crotch, and rubs it. She rubs it more sensually, making it feel like your pants are giving you a hand job.

Your shaft is already fully grown and is constantly barraged by Chaewon’s hand. She looks at you with a grin and licks her upper lip. You stop your explanation and let out a little moan. Her constant yet pleasurable strokes are pushing you closer to the edge.

Chaewon comes up to your ear. “Come on, Mingi, do you want it?”

“Chaewon, we shouldn't….”

“I know you want it. I can tell you. Your cock feels so good.”

Her hand moves quicker and quicker. You can feel her fingers through your pants and feel how soft they are. You cannot stop her anymore. She has done too much to make you want her to quit. All you can do is sit they and enjoy her teasing you.

You grab her arms and shut your eyes. “Chaewon, wait, I’m going—”

You cummed. All inside your underwear. Chaweon looks down in concern as she can see a growing stain accompanied by a twitching bulge.

You see the mess that started with Chaewon’s hand, then looks at Chaewon. You look furious. Imagine cumming in a public space like a library. You grab your jacket and wrap it around you as you shuffle your way to the bathroom.

Chaewon follows you sheepishly, trying to say sorry to you. “Mingi, I’m sorry. I was only playing with you. I didn’t expect you to cum.” Her eyes and hands beg for forgiveness.

“Ugh, whatever.” You turn to the unisex single toilet bathroom.

Chaweon follows you inside and sees how the stain looks. “Wow, that was worse than I expected.”

You glare at her, the audacity of Chaewon to tease you in public. She comes over with some tissue and gently pats the area just below the belt.

“Stop; that’s not going to help.” You take off your pants and underwear and reveal the amount of cum that spewed out.

“Jeez, you haven’t masterbated at all?”

“You don’t say that. I just have been busy every night. Anyway, are you going to help me or not?”

She grabs the tissue and moves it around the cock.

You hold her wrist for a second. “No sucking. I don’t want to cum again.”

She pouts but has to follow your orders as it would be worse to be caught giving a blowjob in the library.

[princessamericachavez]

YES HELLO CAN WE TALK ABOUT THAT FJORESTER HEART TO HEART?

THE WAY IT PARALLELED THE JELLYFISH TALK??

Fjord following Jester into trouble and momentarily doubting but eventually being like “I don’t care” because he would follow her anywhere even against his best sense

Both of them sitting there, looking out at the night ocean... like they did on a ship so long ago when Jester first opened up about her sadness.

And now she’s volunteering some of it again: 

“Look, you have to see the moon from up here [...] This is where I used to come when, you know, I lived here and I didn’t really any friends. And I would dream about leaving the city and look out in the ocean and think about all the places I could go.”

Sigh

*breathes in*

SCREAMS

guuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuys

omg remember 

“And then I don't know what. I want to explore the world. I want to see the lands we haven't seen. I want to find the things that people are scared of and solve them or do whatever anyone else needs to do. But-- I hope she's a part of that.”

I AM STILL SCREAMING I SWEAR

Anyway, we are just getting started but look at Fjord’s faces through this bit 

Because that’s when he realizes that maybe... just maybe... Jester might want the same thing he does... maybe

And then, what does he do? 

He diverts attention to something funny: her drawing dicks on the tower. Why? Because Jester is talking about something sad and Fjord wants nothing more than to cheer her up. 

And then, wishfully, Jester brings up one thing that I’ve been thinking about ever since we found out these two coast kids had been in Nicodranas for years without knowing each other. 

“I wonder if I was ever sitting up here and saw your ship go by even knowing”

“I bet”

Invisible String_Taylor Swift.mp3 

okay but also

PLEASE GUYS 

if any of you have any art skills and wants to give me that poetic image of younger Fjord and Jester, each looking up wishfully... she’s lonely and young and on top of that tall tower looking at the life she craves to live and Fjord is looking at the city full of homes like he’s never had and they are unaware that they are looking at each other’s future??

GUYS PLEASE C’MON 

ok ok ok moving on so Fjord.... 

he brings up Vandran... awkwardly... nervous... stuttering about the whoel thing... 

and his voice suggests that his optimism in Eisselcross was a front put to keep the others calm. 

And then he says the magic words: 

“Would you come with me?”

“Of course!”

Like he has to ask, please. Like she hasn’t followed him everywhere since the very first day they met. Like she wouldn’t follow him to the ends of the earth just like he has followed him through plunging falls and vertiginous heights above volcanos. 

Still Fjord, deep down still that insecure kid who faked a whole personality for months, tries to give her an out. 

“I don’t know if being on the sea is of any interest to you or if you want to stay in Nicodranas because you can now and I would totally understand.”

BOI HE JUST TOLD YOU THIS IS HER LIFE LONG DREAM

LITERALLY

STOP FREAKING OUT

“There’s... That is my favorite place to be. I love it out there.”

THE WAY SHE LOOKS OUT WITH JUST AS MUCH LONGING

“And I feel like there’s so much that we could see and share... Besides fucking Darktow is out there and we spent less that one day on it... That can’t stand”

LOOK AT THEM

THEY ARE SUCH A MESS AND SO CHAOTIC AND THEY ARE BOTH SO CURIOUS AND EXCITED FOR NEW ADVENTURES 

Also, does his tone talking about that remind anyone else to the way he talked about the possibility of finding treasure to make Marion even fancier before she meets Jester’s father again???

Because I really feel like that’s the same mood. 

The same longing for more while trying to make her laugh. 

“I would love to go out there with you. I would love to meet Vandran.”

“We could make this our port.”

“We could make this our port”

“WE COULD MAKE THIS OUR PORT”

“WE COULD MAKE THIS OUR PORT”

(sidenote this line alone could’ve sent me spiraling before they were canon... and still kinda does)

excuse me while i scream for the next ten minutes

And then Fjord drops the hint that he wants to still deal with some stuff in Port Damali

ONE SHOT WHEN TRAVIS

GIMME THAT ONE SHOT

YOU WANT IT

I WANT IT

WE ALL WANT IT 

UKOTOA WANTS IT

I WANNA MEET SABIAN AND GO TO DARKTOW AND GO TO PORT DAMALI 

PLEASE

“But... this city really is beautiful”

YOU DIDN’T HAVE TO SAY IT LOOKING AT HER LIKE THAT

AND YOU REALLY DIDN’T HAVE TO SAY IT LOOKING AT HER LIKE THAT JUST LIKE YOU DID WHEN YOU SAID THE JELLYFISH WERE BEAUTIFUL TRAVIS 

AND YET HE DID

“There’s always a home for us here”

hey hey hey hey remember that Tarot reading and Fjord’s future card being “home/the traveler”??????

BECAUSE i do

IF I MADE A DRINKING GAME WITH SHOTS EVERY TIME THIS CONVERSATION had a throw back for the campaign I WOULD END UP LIKE VETH

 “Or... maybe we could... you know... get our- our own place”

THE LOOK OF A WOMAN WHO JUST REALIZED THIS MAN WANTS TO MARRY HER (in paper graph again)

im sorry but the rest of the cast’s faces are too good to let out 

And then Jester gets SO EXCITED THAT SHE CAN’T EVEN SPEAK

because this boy

this man 

this man she loves

he wants to spend his life with her

this isn’t just a “come have adventures and fun with me” proposition 

this is a “spend your life with me proposition”

and while she can’t talk of course Fjord panics

much like she did after the “i love you”

because these idiots are really made for eachother and still stumbling through their own confusing feelings for each other even after so long as friends and they are so afraid of screwing it up 

But when finally she speaks, when Jester says “yes”... her tone isn’t just a “yes”... THAT YES SOUNDS LIKE AN “I DO”

And they are both so nervous and happy okay?

And then

OKAY LISTEN STRAIGHT OUR OF A ROMCOM 

He looks at her

and she meets his gaze

and they both look down blushing

and then she looks at him first

and he meets her gaze

and they don’t look down this time, this time is steady... because they both know they love each other

“I’m really glad that everything happened the way it did”

“Yeah, me too.”

Good and bad. Tumbles and crushes and heartbreaks and deaths and tears and fights and laughter and adventures and doubts and confusion and longing and pining and protecting each other and fighting together and falling and rising and catching each other and healing each other and looking out for each other  because it all lead to this... to this moment where they are together and so sure that they are loved and cherished and that this is where they want to be and there’s so much more in their future to look forward to

And Jester snuggles up to him and Travis does the tiniest move to show how he leans against her that just DESTROYS me 

and of course Fjord needs to make a joke then, to lighten the mood, because these two disasters are friends first and foremost and is in their chaos that they understand each other

and they have so many adventures ahead

i love them so much you guys

im going to miss them so bad

i love them

oh god

[mcubuckyxlokisbitch]

What if part 3

halo, big summer blow out

pretend thats you 

kk 

“Five years ago we lost, we lost friends, we lost family, we lost apart of ourselves, today we have a chance to take it al back you have your teams, you know your missions, get the stones, get them back. One round trip each no mistakes no do-overs. Most of us are going somewhere we know, that doesn’t mean we should know what to expect, be careful, lookout for eachother. This will be the fight of your lives and were going to win.... Whatever it takes.” Captain America said as you all were in suits on the time portal.

“He’s actually really good at that.” you hear the racoon say as he passes you a miniature ship. 

“I know right.” Scott says passing the pym particles to Loki.

“Don’t break it sunshine, you better know how to drive it.” Rocket snarled.

“Yeah, yeah don’t worry yourself.” you shrugged off.

The time portal turned on on Banners command as you were sucked in.

“See you in a minute you.” Is the last thing you hear Nat say before the portal sucks you all in. 

The  journey was dizzying yet it felt as if you were flying, bright lights flash past your eyes. You feel gravity pull you to a different lane than the others. 

You telaport to a planet called Morag where you, Loki, Nebula and Rodhey were prepping up to seperate as you were to fly to a planet called Vormir for the soul stone while Nebula and Rhodey retrieve the power stone. 

You shake Nebulas robotic hand and and pull her into a quick hug before saying goodbye to Rhodey. “Don’t stick around for a honeymoon you too.”

“We just might.” Loki joked while you two boarded the ship.

“You sit in the pilot seat and adjusted the coordenates to a place Nebula mentioned, VORMIR. 

You look to your side as Loki reached for your hand and you grab it and held it tightly smilling to eachother. 

“I’m here.” you thought, with nothing to worry about.

VORMIR

------------------------------

“Thor will be traking the stone on Asgard with Rocket as his partner.” Steve instructed. 

“So great im on drunksiting duty.” Rocket groaned as he rubbed his temples.

“Apologies wouldn’t it be best if my wife and I both well and sober former Asgardians be better suited for Asgard.” Loki said rasing his hand. 

“Sush its fine luv... huge apology captain, please continue.” You said sighing in dissapointment towards your husband.

“Thank you Y/N... Loki to answer your question we actually have another mission for you since the rest of us would be pretty occupied. We don’t know much about the soul stone, both of you as magic users are our best chance agaisnt the unknown in the planet....” Steve said changing the slide to the soul stone slide.

“Vormir ...” Nebula said. 

“What is Vormir exactly.” You asked in curiosity

“The dominion of death. At the very centre of the celestial existance, its where Thanos murdered my sister.” Nebula cutted of as only silence followed.

“I-i’m sorry.” you could only say.

-----------------------------

You focused back as you and Loki gazed up at the height of the mountain as the sandstorms wind blew Lokis hair and took your breathe away making you struggle to breathe. 

“Your right we should have switched with Thor and the Racoon. He needs the exercise and that trashbag would probably feel nothing climbing this hill.” You grabbed another stone and threw it off the mountain path your were climbing. 

“I told you.” Loki said reaching his hand out as he smiled and pull you up. “Besides I don’t think he is a racoon and Thor would have flown up anyways.”

“Can’t you telaport us instead of continuing to talk ?” You groaned as you continued to hike the mountain.

“Only works to places, I’v been to before my love.” Loki grinned as he made the succesful comeback.

You rolled your eyes and continued to hike through the pain, and wind.

Finally reaching to the top you and Loki take in the view for abit and looked around for any clues towards the stone. 

You kneel on one knee and sighed, you looked down and traced the graphs carved into the stone you stood on. Then you both sense a dark and colder force behind you. You and Loki readied your weapons and you both glared into a dark cloacked figure.

“Loki, son of Odin and Laufey.” It echoed. “Y/N daughter of Heimdall.” It contiued.

“Where is the soul stone.” You say with your spear in hand.

“How do you know our names

“If you seek that of the treasure, the stone lies only ahead of you, as does what you fear, the stone attracts a terrible pain and needs.”

“And what might that be.”Loki questioned.

“A price, the soul holds a special place amongts the infinity stones most might say it holds a certain wisdom. The stone demands a sacrifice, in order to take the stone you must lose that what you love.” The cloacked being said.

You both lowered you weapons and looked at each other. Lose that what you love

“It must be a trick, it can’t be, he must be hiding the stone with him.”Loki rambled.

“Give to the world and don’t expect anything back.” You whispered sitting on a rock focused to the ground.

“I don’t understand.”

“Yes you do. Its not a riddle, the answer was said. Lose that what you love.”You muttered.

“Whatever it takes.” you whispered.

“My love your not actually thinking about.” Loki said as you stand towards the ledge.

“Loki if we don’t do this millions of people stay dead, millions of people stay loosing those of which they love-”

 “And I will forever loose you.... that is a selfish sacrifice for you to make.” Loki argued back.

“You’ve always wished to prove to the world you have changed and that it was the best choice for you to belong on earth.” you breathed out holding his hand tighter.

“And I have, you, Atlas you both are my whole world.” Loki said tightening the grip back. You glanced up towards his green eyes as he leaned towards you and kissed you.

Your lips dancing ontop of eachother, through the cold wind as both refused to leave the other. After savarouing every minute of it, you both take a breathe of air and gazed into eachothers eyes. Loki leaned in on last time laying his forhead on yours and hugging you tightly. While your hands rested around his shoulders. 

You looked up at him and grabbed your spear and held it, “Tell Atlas that I love him.” You dropped your spear into his opened arms. 

The spear went through his hands

Your eyes widened in panic and you turned your head towards the cliff. You see Loki glance at your from the side as he leaned forward. You sprinted grabbing your spear and slide down off the cliff. Using the momentum you used the spear to hook onto the cliff and grabbed Lokis cape. Both of you levered of the cliff dangling onto your strength. You pulled yourself up so your could your your underarms to cling onto the spear while turning the fabric of Lokis cape to tighten your grip. “Let me go love...” He cried out as he pulled out his dagger.

Before he could do anything you holstered him up on the cliff again. The momentum pulled you both up as it latched you to the end of the cliff pulling the spear out of the hole you dug it into.you grabbed onto the corner of the cliff tight as ever in fear of loosing your balance. You looked back at Loki who was trying to regain his balance. You grab your spear and got into position about to fight off Loki to make sure it was you who will jump of the cliff and not him. 

Lokii brought out his throwing knives and looked at your seriously now.

“You have to be the one to tell him.” You said trying to breathe. 

Loki charged towards you saying nothing. he took the first strike as you ducked and slide down. You then used your spear to bring Loki with you. Grunting on impact he fell back again to the ground. You pointed the spear at him. “Tell my son I love him.”

A good blocking from his throwing knives and hilding down your position as he stricked both knives and made eye contact with you trying to push you down. 

You Looked back at his cape and gained an idea not easy to pull of. “Tell him yourself.” You slid your foot and tackeld him down. He used his feet in return to spin you making you fall on the ground. Every move you made he knew how to react to it and block it as best as he could. Until you used a new move, using the blunt part of your spear to stab down at his shoe then twirling it to his face knocking him out slightly. You kicked him back as he plummeted to thr ground rolling backwards. You quickly used your spear to dig it into the side of his stomach withtout worry since you knew of his heeling powers. You then dug the spear into the ground deeper so he had no chance of escape.

He screamed in pain as you winced at his cry, “I’m sorry but my heart can’t bear loosing you again.”

You look into his eyes as you back away from him, he quickly tried to pull out but quickly winced in pain as you had placed a quick spell preventing from doing so and it can only wear off until you wish to or till death.  

You backed away from Loki as you mouthed out, “I love you...” You turn to the cliff as the silence was finally cut, “I’ll always be there for you.” 

Loki screamed out, “UNLEASH ME Y/N.” He glared at you before his look softened at the realisation he will only be free the moment you hit the ground. “Don’t do this...”

You looked at what seems too be a sunset and then back to Loki and took your last breathe before plummeting into the ground. Where you felt pain then nothing....

Loki felt the spear loosen and instantly pulled it out, the realisation hits him that your gone. Loki rushed to the edge of the cliff as he saw your lifeless body on the ground as blood rushed out your nose and your form was pale on the ground.

Loki punched the ground in anger as he knelt down and clenched his fist. He leaned forward and flip forward using his daggers to dig through the stones wall to slow down to the bottom.

But before he could reach to the bottom a strong gravitational pull from the sky pulled him up. He tried to reach for his wife but the light blinded him as he lost conciousness.

Loki started to feel water slip into his ears, but the thing that shocked him back was inhaling the water through his nostrils. He woke up in search of his wife hoping it was all just one bad dream. 

No 

He was still on vormir, he felt a warm object in his left hand and opened it. 

Whatever it takes. They... he got it.

The soul stone....

[weirdsht]

hi its me after days of election breakdown im back to give my 2cents about this whole clownery

I am telling you now that if you click that read more there's going to be a long rant ahead, but at the same time please do read and spread awareness, we badly need it

Philippine Election 2022 is a joke

In the first place Bongbong Marcos SHOULDN'T even be allowed to file COC for this election. You're telling me someone who has a lot of cases against him eligible to run for the highest position in our country? What a fucking joke.

but ofc because of their connections all of the appeal for his disqualification were trashed and he was allowed to run.

Despite all that you would think that Filipinos would be in their right mind and not vote someone who's a criminal and doesn't have a concrete platform nor credentials right?

lmao wrong

I don't blame them, this is the result of years of whitewashing and manipulation of information in our textbooks. People were made to believe that Martial Law was a golden era. If you want to know the truth, you have to dig deeper yourself.

Still, the youth is woke and wouldn't vote for him right?

That's right but democracy is a fucking joke here

People in comelec (commission on election), were appointed by our current president. Said president is the father of bbm's vice president, Sarah Duterte. Aside from this Imme marcos, bbm's sister, also hold a position there.

So you see how much of an advantage they have

Unfortunately it doesn't end there. Let me list some of the things that happened during the election

There were a lot of broken VCMs. People were made to make a decision to either wait or leave their balots to the people there

For those who waited for the SD cards they were waiting FOR HOURS, I even saw places who stayed for more than 24hrs just to exercise their right to vote.

People were killed and there were evidences and reports of vote buying

Despite having a very slow connection, the partial and unofficial count came so fast. And don't even get me started on the consisted 47% they have showed throughout the count (a straight linear graph? seriously?) and them saying that they see nothing wrong with it

and so many more

But still Comelec has the audacity to say that this election was peaceful? what a load of crap

You know what's more annoying about this whole thing? International articles

Why do they gotta emphasized the landslide? Why do they make it seem that all of us wanted this? I know we're clowns right now, we're the whole fucking circus yes. But this country didn't just stand down and took it.

As if there weren't protests about the whole thing

As if it really was clean democracy that made this whole thing happen

I would love to be proven wrong. I would like to swallow all my words during this election period and say to his supporters "you were right his a decent leader, maybe i judged him hastily" but if we were right and this country goes even more downhill, I am taking everyone of you accountable

That being said, I encourage everyone to please spread awareness. Many are already being red-tagged (red-tagging, for those who don't know, refers to the malicious blacklisting of individuals or organizations critical or not fully supportive of the actions of a sitting government administration in the country. This can lead to an individual being killed.) Our country is on the brink of being under martial law once again. Bbm hasn't even won yet but violence is already prevailing to the people trying to speak up.

and for my fellow Pinoys. Hanggat hindi pa tapos ang bilangan may pag-asa pa. Hanggat alam natin na hindi tama ang nangayayari tayo'y lalaban

Oo, kay hirap at sakit mahalin ng Pilipinas. Nakakasawa at nakakapagod ipagkaban kasi parang paulit-ulit nalang. Ngunit wag tayong titigil, ipagpalalaban pa din. Magpapahinga pero hindi susuko

never again

dont ever forget

[stanknotstark]

Astral Pt. 10 (Loki x Reader)

So im out eating right now so ill add the link to the last part in an hour and stuff also I did not beta read this part and apologize if I need to change something later on but I want to try and keep up with posting at 5:30 so im releasing it 🤗

Alright we finally have some actions and many open ended questions that I’ve got to close up BUT we also experience one of our main villains warriors. If you read the comics you’ll immediately know who the main villain is (Or Google it but I suggest not doing that if you want to be surprised :p)

You knew having peace and hanging out with your team and Loki would only last for so long, but you were still saddened when it came time to finally work. 

You’re all on the top most floor of the Avenger’s tower, the War Room as Tony called it (sounds a bit over dramatic but it was Tony so...). Fury is there in hologram mode, sitting in the middle of a large custom made table that had the Avengers logo engraved into the middle of the dark oak. 

“What kind of readings are we talking about?” Stark asks Fury. 

Fury’s hand comes up and swipes at something invisible on his end and it translates to Stark’s theater size screens on the wall. It’s a bunch of graphs, statistics, and other jargon you can’t understand. You raise a brow when Tony and Bruce gasp and start talking in hushed tones to each other. 

“Tony, make this english so everyone can understand what’s going on, please?” Steve asks. 

Tony clears his throat and points to one of the graphs, “According to Fury’s collected data, Thor give Jane a big hug when you next see her, they’ve picked up on some form of energy spikes in the middle of Death Valley, Nevada. Like we’re talking colossal size spikes. ”

You look at Loki who sits up in his chair next to you and squints at the screens.

“I know what these ‘energy’,” Loki says energy like it’s disgusting, “readings are. It’s magic from another realm. Specifically, it’s time travel but...” Loki frowns and you watch as his eyes become almost fearful.

“Spit it out, Reindeer Games.” Tony says, sounding concerned at Loki’s fear.

“It’s time travel across an alternate timeline.” 

Tony blinks. Bruce frowns and pushes his glasses up to the bridge of his nose. The entire room is silent. 

“You wouldn’t happen to know who caused these readings would you?” Tony finally asks. 

Loki, who has a neutral face now and the fear is gone from his eyes, shakes his head. “I can’t know for sure unless I can inspect the magic in person.” 

Finally Fury speaks, you had almost forgot the director was even here. “Prepare a quin jet Stark, get Loki and whoever else you deem reliable to escort. We need to figure out who came for a visit and if they’re ally or enemy as soon as possible.”

Fury disappears from the table and Tony gets into worker mode immediately. He points to you, claiming you’re the close combat person, to Clint, who is your ranged fighter, and to Natasha who would be pilot and your extraction. 

Things become a blur after that. You remember going to your room and jumping into your Shield issued attire (Stark had yet to make you your own suit), and meeting Loki at the roof where a quin jet readied for take off. Before you walked into the quin jet Loki stopped you, his hands holding your shoulders making you face him. 

“I promise that I will let nothing harm you, you’re my first priority and if things get violent I will teleport us away to safety.” 

You nod but give him a small smile, “I can handle myself but it’s good to know I’ve got someone watching my back.” You then push onto your toes and give Loki a peck and make your way to the quin jet. 

The ride there is tense and quiet. Loki says he’s putting a spell on you that acts as a shield but doesn’t specify how it works.

Looking back you wish you would have asked how it worked. 

Landing around 100 meters from the destination Clint, Loki and you leave the ship and begin your trek to the site. 

“Holy fuck! If I could strip out of my skin I would.” You say to Loki and Clint. Death Valley’s temperature was a recorded 130 degrees today. 

At your displeasure Loki slows till he’s next to you and puts an arm around your shoulders. You look at him questionably but gasp as his arm generates a coolness that at least stops your sweating. You make sure not to say anything so Clint, in front of you, doesn’t become jealous. 

The trip to the site is very uneventful. Even reaching the site is uneventful. About 30 meters from the site you see nothing. Literally, it’s just desert, surrounded by high cliffs, for miles. 

So you snoop, you walk around the site as Clint and Loki argue about whether the coordinates are correct. 

“I swear, this is what Stark gave me so, if they’re wrong, blame him!” Clint says, exasperated.

“It can’t be wrong I can feel something pulling at my magic but-”

That’s when you run into an invisible wall and yelp as you fall backwards onto your butt. 

“Found it!” You cheer as a space ship slowly appears, the colors changing and shifting from the point you hit till the whole thing is uncovered. At first glance the ship looks futuristic but once you overlook the whole thing with Clint keeping his distance, and Loki exploring with you, you realize it’s shaped as a sphinx. 

Very fitting for the desert surrounding the ship. 

“Work you magic.” You tell Loki and he does. You both congregate at the head of the ship/sphinx and he waves his hands over it, his green magic trailing out here and there to touch the ship. Loki himself mutters under his breath. 

You keep your eyes on him but also keep vigilant about the area. You finally get an idea and close your eyes for a second, your magic leaving your body and passing through the ship. No life forms. When you open your eyes again Loki lifts a brow at you, still muttering. 

“No life I can detect.” You tell him and he nods and focuses back on the ship. 

You put a hand to your ear piece and tell Clint, “I don’t sense any life forms but I’d keep a close eye anyways.” 

Clint gives you an acknowledgment. 

Loki finally stops his magic and drops his hands to his sides, just as he looks at you and you hear Clint yell into your ear, you’re hit by a concussive blast. When you look up in shock you see one lone humanoid figure walking towards Loki, who although wasn’t in the way of the blast also got blasted back, curious you think. Loki had immediately gotten into a defensive stance after getting up from the blast, one hand on his back holds three daggers, the other hand put up in a manner meant to calm the figure. 

You quickly get on your feet and stand next to Loki, your magic congregating at your balled fists. 

“Listen, buddy, I don’t know who you think you are-” Loki hisses at you, trying to get you to stop antagonizing the being that is close enough to identify. He is tall, around 7 feet tall and is dressed in a skin tight tank and leggings that are a dark purple color, it looks like metal but it’s too flexible to actually be metal. His head is encased in a tight helmet that frames his face and covers his head from his forehead, up, in a way that makes you think he is bald underneath. You shiver as you look into his eyes, they glow white. 

“Identify yourself.” The being says. Standing casually as if he didn’t attack you. 

“I am Loki, Prince of Asgard, and you are?” 

The being stands there silently. You huff. “I’m y/n, of Earth.” 

The being stands still for a few seconds then gets into a fighting position.

“I am here to take y/n, anyone who stands in my way shall perish.” 

Loki immediately grabs you and teleports you to Clint, you yell out angrily as he teleports back to the being and they start fighting. Loki throwing magic and daggers at the being. You gasp, the first ball of magic Loki throws at it makes a purple light encase the being, in a rippling effect, who then grows a bit. Hawkeye lets loose some arrows that explode on impact. It does nothing but make the man grow even more. 

Loki also realizes what’s going on because he stops attacking the being. The being takes his chance and lunges at Loki. Loki isn’t fast enough and takes a blow to the head. You scream and begin running towards him as he lays in the dirt discombobulated. Clint tries to grab your arm but misses you just so. 

In your ear you hear Clint tell Natasha to ready the jet. Before the being can get to Loki you throw yourself over his body. When he’s a few feet away you look at him with furious eyes.

“Stop!” 

To your surprise the being stops mid step, considers your words, then stands in place. You frown but look at Loki who is watching with fascinated eyes, recovered from the hard hit he took. You watch as blood trails down the side of his face and out of his ear. He probably can’t hear out of his left ear. 

Looking back up at the being you ask it, “Who sent you? What are you?”

The being stares at the two of you but answers, “I am Subject 52103 Growing Man, and my master sent me.” 

You feel Loki tense under you and assume he knows who his master is. 

“Tell your master to leave Earth alone, that if you or him show your faces here again, the Avengers will take you out without hesitation.”

The Growing Man nods and leaves in a flash of purple and black. 

Letting out a tense breath you stand and help Loki up. Making your way back to the quin jet, you pick up Clint. 

“Why does he want you?” Clint asks, looking at you. 

You walk, holding Loki at your side, the hit from the Growing Man doing enough to leave him a bit disoriented and sluggish. 

“I don’t know and I’m not quite sure I want to know.” You say. Loki stays conveniently quiet the entire walk to the quin jet. Clint doesn’t ask anything else either. 

Pt. 9.1/Pt. 10/?

Tag list: @justfangirlthingies​ @emelieh99​ @high-functioning-lokipath​ @loveableasshole​ 

[ccelinewritess]

the distance between us

pairing- draco malfoy x reader

word count- 9.7k

summary- the first time draco uses the muggle post system, it goes so terribly wrong, and a letter falls into the hands of a girl who was never supposed to see it, a muggle at that.

warnings- curse words, ptsd, anxiety/ panic attacks, depression mention of death, murder, blood and burns aswell as insomia, seperation anxiety (?) and my grammar.if these may trigger you, i suggested not reading.

a/n- this took me a while to get out, sry abt that. the reader was set to live in a canadian town called kelowna, british columbia. it takes place in readers grade 11/12 and dracos 6/7 year. i hope it’s not to self inserted, and you guys can enjoy and relate to it. big thank you to @dracodear for the help on this, love you! also thanks to everyone who left owl name suggestions, all were awesome and i ended up going with @winnsmills suggestion ‘noctua’ ! tumblrs been acting weird, so i hope it lets me post the whole thing. letters are in italics. also please note, this is off the movies timeline! i tried to fit in as many details as possible but some didn’t make it.

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the town was widespread. wineries and mountains everywhere, the okanagan lake splitting it down the middle, reconnecting the cities halves by a bridge. little snow and tons of rain. jeep wranglers in every colour roaring around into unholy hours of the night, bustling with life yet all to lonely at times. but hey, that’s kelowna for you.

rain was running down the windows of y/ns most boring class, last period biology. she knew she should be paying attention. she had a high gpa to maintain, and couldn’t afford to fail another class besides french. the last five minutes of blabbering ended after what felt like a year.

‘you are dismissed, ill see you all monday, have a good weekend’ and with that everyone rose, heading to the parking lot as fast as possible in an attemp to dodge traffic. despite pouring rain, the air was hot, and on the ride home y/ns mind raced over every single assignment she had to complete over the next two days, while her hands tapped the steering wheel.

‘english essay, math review, history paper, business management graph’ she muttered under her breath. the town was busy, many students often blew off class to go shopping, or hit a movie, or smoke weed, the possibilities were endless. her house was cool compared to outside, and empty. no one was home, not that it was a surprise to the girl, people weren’t usually home, siblings gone to university, and parents working absurd amounts.

something caught her eye on the counter, an envelope, an ordinary seeming one, but absolutely covered in small pictured stamps with ‘england’ underneath each one. eighteen of them, all different. she knew shouldn’t open it, so she didn’t. at first. but it was irresistible. there was a return address written in the smallest writing she’d ever seen. wogshell, no, wiltshire? she took it to her room, and locked the door before ripping it open. she didn’t want the one time she had something intresting going on to be interrupted by whoever might show up.

her mouth fell open at every line of the same scroll. who was snape? why was this draco boy sending him a letter? he didn’t need his help to kill who? what the fuck was an unbreakable vow and why shouldn’t snape sign it? why was his mum going to see snape? who was the dark lord and why did he pick draco for a task? what kind of name is dumbledore?

what she already knew was confirmed- this letter was most definetly not for her. but newly- she opened a letter from a potential murderer or maybe it was a prank, a sick prank if it was one.

so instead she crafted up quite the response, whoever wrote this was either hysterical or in distress, and needed some sort of company- she thought, atleast.

-

it had been thirteen days, why wasn’t the letter back yet? the owl still couldn’t fly even about the house without damaging itself further. maybe using the muggle post system was a mistake. but better have it land into the hands of a muggle, who would likely throw it out, than a wizard who would know a death eater would soon be wondering around hogwarts.

as if on que, the door bell rang and echoed through the empty manor. on the porch sat an envelope, with only one stamp, his name in the middle and another he didn’t recognize in the corner. shit, this couldn’t be good. his eye caught the stamp. canada? fuck, this was supposed to go to cokeworth not bloody canada. no one was home so he opened it right there in the foyer.

hello, draco.

i am not snape- nor do i know who snape is. i am also very unfimilar with some of the vocabulary you used. dark lord? unbreakable vow? you seem to have quite the situation going on, if i read correctly. im not exactly stupid, but i do know that this letter was most definitely not supposed to be in my possession. i didn’t know who to send it to, id send it back to you, but you probably don’t want a copy of your own letter. i also know you likely have enough on your plate, but if you’d like someone to talk to im only half a world away, have no sort of schedule and am a good listener, well reader in this case. good luck with whatever task you’ve mentioned. p.s. you had about seventeen stamps to many, first time sending a letter? unfortunate fate, huh ? what kind of name is snape and what the heck is a dumbledore? i suppose it’s none of my business, knowing you likely won’t respond, but if you do i wrote my address on the front. have a good day/ night/ whatever time it is wherever you are.

y/n l/n

tears were welling in dracos eyes, he was floored, in a good and bad way. his task was already going downhill. the letter he sent snape had fallen into the hands of a muggle, who did not throw the letter away, but responded. and snape was likely going to bine himself into the task through the unbreakable vow, which draco was more than able to complete. he wouldn’t have been chosen if he wasn’t, right?

not only had she responded, she offered him help, well distant company, to a stranger who obviously had quite a few problems and she clearly had no regard for her own safety. he couldn’t tell her about the wizarding world. not that he could tell her about anything, she could be lying. he had a task to focus on, he couldn’t write her back.

and that was true- at the time. he had no intent of writing the girl back. and yet he found himself reading the 201 words over and over, running his hands across the paper, expecting them to fade away as he wiped. counting and recounting. he surely couldn’t talk to any of the twats at hogwarts, maybe a stranger could help numb the pain. and as long as he didn’t tell anyone- she couldn’t get hurt, she was to far.

draco was packed for hogwarts, the response at the bottom of the trunk, underneath his clothes. he’d just have to get to the damn school, then he could write all he wanted- without his parents knowledge or ridicule. his mind jumbled together what he was going to say while his friends rambled on. the train pulled up to the castle after dreadful hours and he could barely sit still during the opening feast. his thoughts did falter though, when dumbledore gave his speech, he felt guilty- the shame of his family weighing on his shoulders. he looked around, all his classmates staring in adoration at a man who would be dead ten months from now, and they were sitting in the same room as his killer.

the singular room was nice, he knew it wasn’t for lounge, but for plots of death.

before he began he started making promises to himself. if i get behind on the plan ill won’t write, if snape notices anything about it, ill stop. the list went on and on.

he couldn’t put his pen down, the words continued to fly out the end, was he oversharing?

dear y/n

my deepest apologies that my last letter found it’s way to you. im sure you didn’t expect whatever you may have perceived from it. honestly, i don’t know how it arrived all the way over there. im almost positive you have better things to do than listen to my problems, and i know you had no control over the fact it arrived, but i ask you to please not share this information with anyone. i am unsure if i will take up your offer of amity, if you were serious that is. im at school now, so if you’d like to respond, not that you have to- you can send letters back with my owl, it’ll be faster (and i won’t have to worry about stamps- thanks for the tip by the way)

draco malfoy 

and with that noctua was off into the night, and he could only hope that it would make it to her.

-

droll was running down y/ns chin and she was caught in a dream. suddenly a vigorous tapping on the window pulled her into consciousness, the sight of owl knocking her backwards in a scare. a crash sounded, if the tapping didn’t wake anyone up, that surely did. she almost considered just trying to ignore it, until she noticed a letter tied to its neck and reluctantly opened the window. she’d never seen an owl in real life before, but was aware from school that they weren’t exactly the kindest of creatures. this one just perched on the window while she removed the new enevelope, no stamps in sight. just a neatly printed address, and his in the corner.

from the new letter she learned even more- this wasn’t a prank, draco was a real person, was still in school, and whatever the first misplaced letter contained was true. he had some sort of task and didnt want help, but that was all. so with what she could, she wrote another response. it took an hour and she wasn’t exactly sure what she had written by mid morning.

draco

you’d be quite suprised actually, it gets lonely over here. i still haven’t exactly deciphered your original note, so if you would like to help me understand i think i’d be ready. and no worries about me, my lips are sealed. what is an unbreakable vow, im curious? you go to boarding school? and owls, really? what the hell is up with that? im pretty sure it’s illegal to own one here, but we are countries away, so perhaps it’s different all the way over there. send whatever you want. i do not- by the way- have anything better to do in the slightest.

y/n

-

he continued to write throughout the month of september, which bled into october before he knew it. he was avoiding questions about the task, just wanting someone to talk to. it wasn’t easy, she was curious, which draco couldn’t exactly be mad at her for that since he continued to write her, accepting the distant friendship that was forming.

he was learning a lot about her aswell. besides french, which he informed her he spoke fluently numerous times, she was a very good student. she was single, he didn’t remember how that came up but made a note in his mind- he couldn’t date her, nor did he know enough about her to be properly involved.

she read a lot of books, sappy romances mostly, couldn’t cook anything deemed edible by anyone, and her favourite colour was green, he smirked when reading that for the first time. she didn’t know what she wanted to do with her future, just not a doctor like her parents wanted.

-

y/n was sitting in english as her teacher reviewed about univeristy application requirements. only next year they would be getting accepted and denied from their dream schools. she’d spent years dreaming of it, university, and yet somehow a boy half way around the was racing through her mind. she felt horrible about it, the small crush. it was incredibly selfish, falling for a boy with so much going on, he certainly didn’t need her as anything more than a friend to talk to, but he was good with his words, and making her feel important too. her dismissal came and so did a classmate, approaching confident and cocky.

‘hey, l/n’ he said, a smirk on his face

‘oh, uh hey, will’

‘what are doing tonight?’ her mind went blank, any excuse, come on, say something

‘i have plans’ wow real specific, great job, y/n

‘like what’

‘fish funeral, real important stuff, my family is just devastated’ her voice was clearly sarcastic and that was all before she walked right out. no she didn’t exactly have plans, but waiting for dracos owl provided much more company than any date could have. the sight of dracos owl flying towards the pre-opened window was somewhat relieving, she didn’t know why, just the fact that he had not failed yet, and was still out there was nice. she hadn’t had this much company. since last year at least, when her supposed best friend started ghosting her because of some petty shit.

thankfully noctua ad gotten quite good at being discreet when delivering the letters. of all the things on y/ns junior year bucket list, explaining to her parents that she had befriended a british boy with an owl who flyed into her room while her neighbours had a clear view, wasn’t one. she also began keeping a bowl of water under her bed for the owl to drink when it arrived, knowing it couldn’t have been easy travelling back and forth.

y/n

im not fully sure you want to know the depth, yet you seem to want me to corrupt you with my villain with a task baggage. i suppose it couldn’t hurt if i told you about the unbreakable vow. it’s like a promise or a bond, but if you break it then you die. if you can stomach that i may be able to tell you more. how far away do you reckon we are?

draco

-

draco wasn’t falling behind too far, but his first attemp had failed, and panic attacks were taking up most his time. he never had any, at least not this bad until this year. at least once a day he would start sweating, no matter how cold he was, unable to control his breathing or tears, feeling like the walls were caving in upon him.

that is, besides writing y/n as much as he could. apparently she was being honest, she had no schedule of any sort besides going to school. he hated to say, but he was becoming attached, he didn’t exactly know how either, but everytime he recieved a letter a small weight was lifted from his shoulders, even just when he read it.

noctua was doing the weekly, almost daily round at breakfast with the other owls and draco watched with anticipation as a letter dropped on his lap and owl on his shoulder. he tried to conceal the letter into his robes but pansy had taken matters into her own hands. likely jealous that she’d spent collectively around six hours with him the whole year, and he never talked to her like he used to.

‘ou draco whats this’ twirling the envelope between her hands. the letter had no name, no stamp, only a small heart drawing in the corner.

‘hands off parkinson’ he said while taking the letter back. ‘a letter from my mother, if you must know’ he said knowing that neither his mother or father had written him anything, despite having all the time to do so.

he got up and left the second he was done, not wanting to draw snapes suspicion about who could possibly be more important than working on this task.

he rushed to his room, desperate for more of her words. he tried to picture her voice in his head, but had to remind himself she wasn’t british nor was she from southern america.

draco,

so you just die if you break the promise? intresting. it’s not as hard to stomach as you seem to think, very unique tradition i suppose. you are not a villain draco, you haven’t told me much about it but your to good of a person to have picked any of this for yourself. i calculated when we you were home, seven thousand three hundred something, i don’t know where your fancy boarding school where you have owls for pets is, so it may be further. im ready whenever you are.

y/n

her letter was relieving for him aswell, even in the slightest it helped, but she deserved some sort of answer for helping him take his mind off the task for a couple minutes. he could tell if she wasn’t scared off already, this would do it.

y/n

if you are sure, here it is. dumbledore is my headmaster, the dark lord is a very powerful wizard, and snape is my professor. if i don’t kill dumbledore before july, he will kill me and my family, if i can’t complete the task, snape will kill him under terms of an unbreakable vow. im not a very good villain that’s for sure, my first attemp failed, and my classmate is out cold. i understand if you dont want to write to me anymore, just don’t tell anyone about this, please.

dm.

-

the only words to describe the feeling that overwhelmed her senses as she read were devastation and shock. tears pooled in her eyes as she tried to imagine herself with that much responsibility to wildhold until july. another detail that caught her eye, wizard? what did he mean by wizard? is that the word for dictator in england? certainly he wasn’t talking about the wizards she read about in storybooks as a child. her hand shook slightly and she debated mentioning it.

draco

you’re silly if you think i’d stop writing you. you need company now more than ever. please don’t hold things back from your letters, you deserve someone to talk to. that is quite the situation, im sorry if i pushed you, you do have enough on your shoulders and i want to help you as much as i can. i hate to ask, but you mentioned ‘wizards’ and i am a bit confused.

all my love

yn

-

initially, draco went into shock. he knew he was probably oversharing, but didn’t expect to slip up in that way. he begrudgingly admitted; knowing that if this went badly he would likely be banished from the wizarding world, which didn’t seem like such a horrible punishment to him anymore. and yet she was fascinated, by the coins he sent her, the subjects he learned- which she compared to her own much less exciting ones, and everything he told her about it. he could now talk to her about much more, since both his secrets were now out in the open to her. he told her about the about the houses, and they both agreed she would probably be in hufflepuff, well he thought so, her kind and accepting nature, and she didn’t know enough to disagree. and for the first time in the long time he was seeing things differently, completely diminishing the rude behaviour he often displayed towards the house.

she even sent him a picture, the first time he ever saw her face. a large smile spread across her beautiful features, she seemed to be laughing. eyes glistening in the sun even prettier than he could have imagined. he slept with it under his pillow, and could stare at the still image for hours. no it didn’t move around, but he couldnt care less. he only had one picture of himself in his possession and he was young, about four. she was facinated by the moving image, his blonde hair and attitude shining right through. he would owl his mother for a more recent one, but didn’t want to explain why.

the letters were helping him, but the task wasn’t advancing. his second attempt had failed, he was caught sneaking into slughorns party, and harry was onto him. they were also causing him doubt. say they did get the cabinet fixed, he couldn’t see himself killing dumbledore anymore, the more he talked to her he realized he couldn’t be a killer, as cold as he was to some people, but he had to, didnt he?

most importantly every letter she sent gave him a sense of hope. that the second this is over he could move. away from voldemort, and potter, his parents even, england in whole. perhaps not to canada, but it could be a change, half way across the world with the girl who was helping him stay alive through his letters. he just needed to stay alive long enough too see her.

the seasons changed around draco, but his room stayed the same. hot from mysterious potions, for himself and some for dumbledore, he had not had much hope after the wine, though. it was lonely, not that he’d like y/n here, he’d much rather be there, all the way across the world.

-

may came in a blur, and finals were creeping up. one week y/n sat at her desk, every night, waiting for a letter that didn’t come. on the fifth letterless day she cried. not exactly knowing why, it wasn’t her that had much of a reason to cry, but dracos company had filled her lonely life up with light of its own, leaving it darker than it was before she saw the first letter. she was silly to be so attached and silly to expect him to reciprocate the feelings she had proclaimed in the last one she sent, and should have expected him to stop eventually. so she continued on with school, finding it a bit easier to concentrate now that a draco sized whole was missing from her brain, and her heart aswell.

the next week, though, a letter came, very appreciated by y/n as the whole other universe, british boy forgetting thing wasn’t as easy as it seemed.

y/n

im sorry for not writing, the classmate i mentioned all those months ago woke from the curse, and the potter twat hexed me with a spell id never heard of before. i would have tried to contact with you but i couldn’t exactly trust what my brain was planning on writing, and the cuts are still a bit sore. the cabinets fixed, but even if everything works out okay i won’t be writing very much at all. i’ll be home in july, but the manor will be infested with death eaters and i can’t let you get hurt. thank you for everything l/n.

draco

it stung a little, knowing that the empty feeling the girl just experienced would be more frequent, he didn’t mention anything about what she had said, and that this could be the last time she ever heard from him if he didn’t kill dumbledore. in hindsight, practically telling her she loved him in a letter wasn’t what he needed, she knew that.

-

he left out the fact that he the spell put a him in a huge emotinal draught. he was exhausted constantly, crying even more than before. the cuts were sore, so he wasn’t holding everything back.

the last month of school came and went all to fast for dracos liking, and death eaters now roamed around the castle, causing havoc where ever they could. his trunk had been shurken so small it looked like a small muggle toy he put into his pocket easily. the dark mark that was stretched across his left arm was now hanging in the gray sky, and the headmaster was no where to be seen. he paced anxiously around a vacant corridor until he heard a pop in the astronomy tower. he didn’t think people could apparate into hogwarts, it would have made his job much easier.

‘harry, get snape, i need snape now’ he seemed exhausted, maybe this wouldn’t be as hard

‘sir im going to sit you down okay, and then ill go get madam pomf-‘

‘severus, harry, I need severus now, go get him and talk to no one else’ he said in a shallow yet somewhat urgent and angry tone.

draco waited for footsteps to disappear, before whipping the door open with his wand already ready.

‘oh hello, draco, nice to see you on this fine evening’ he said nonchalantly, leaning his weight against the wall.

‘EXPELLIARMUS’ draco boomed, successfully disarming the man without counter attempts before glancing around to see a second broom

‘who else is here?’ he said sounding confident but feeling the opposite

‘i could ask you the same question, acting alone are you? you don’t seem supported’

‘no, there are death eaters in your school tonight, and i got them here’ he snarked ‘they’ll be up, any minute now, their fighting down below. i’ve got a job to do’

‘well done boy, if you don’t mind me asking a few questions, before you get on with it, im very intrested’ was he kidding? he knew draco was about to kill him right? wanting to stall, and not fully wanting to kill him he nodded his head yes.

‘you seem scared to act until they join you

‘im not scared, you should be scared’ he snarled, unable to contain the fear in his voice any longer any longer

‘oh draco’ he sighed ‘while we wait for your friends arrive, care to explain how you smuggled them in here? i never imagined it possible, especially not by a student’

‘i had to mend the broken cabinet that no ones used for years, there’s another one in borgin and burkes. montague got stuck in told everyone stories about it, how he could sometimes hear what was going on in the shop and sometimes hear hogwarts like a passage, and i was the only one who discovered what it meant. not even borgin, not you either, i did it right under your nose, you didn’t realize anything’ he said

‘you are right, i didn’t know that. i do- on the other hand, know that you aren’t a killer’

he raised his wand a little higher, feeling wheezy and as though his legs would give in any second

‘how you know that, I’ve done despicable things, you wouldn’t even be able to fathom’

it was dumbledore’s time to pause, glancing up at the sky and looking around the room before continuing

‘draco i know you almost killed katie bell and ron weasley. you’ve been trying to kill me all year, forgive me for saying this, but they’ve been very feeble attempts. to be honest ive wondered wheather your heart has truly been in it’

‘it has, and if you knew why didnt you stop me’

‘snape has been watching over you on my orders’

‘ it’s not on your orders, he promised my mother-‘

‘ofcourse he would tell you that, but it happens to be that i trust professor snape’

‘your losing it then, he’s a double agent, he isn’t working for you- he’s been trying to get in on the action all year, helping me and all. doesn’t matter now- he probably doesn’t even know they are here yet, he will wake up tomorrow and no longer be the dark lords favourite, he will be nothing compare to me’ confidence was building within him

‘very gratifying, we all like being recognized for our hard work, but, draco?im standing here wandless and weak, unable to defend myself, and you have not made any move to kill me, dont blame me for believing you will not, but let’s discuss your options’

‘my options’ he laughed ‘im standing here with a wand, about to kill you’

‘oh dear boy, if you were going to kill me you would have when you disarmed me, not stayed for a little chat’

‘i haven’t got any options, don’t you understand, i have to kill you, or he will kill me’

‘okay, if you don’t want to join the order with your mother where we could protect you, i only have one more question’

‘better hurry, theyre on their way’ he almost laughed which was quickly replaced when Dumbledore said his next words.

‘who is y/n l/n’ at that a tear fell down dracos face, and he lowered his wand almost completely

‘i-i don’t know who that is, odd l-last words’ he stuttered

‘draco dont play dumb now, not after we discovered you are very intelligent. we left some of the security measures from last year that Umbridge enabled, and I couldn’t help but notice hundreds of letters flowing to and from her. i looked into student files, ilvermornies too, nothing, id never heard the name, a muggle i presumed. but of all the things, that had me the most confused. i couldn’t figure out why you would be contacting her, so i did some meddling’

‘WHAT DID YOU DO’

‘fiesty all the sudden, are you? i felt bad after opening this, it seemed very personal, and i probably should given it too you sooner, but i was a bit preoccupied double checking my drinks and all’ dumbledore said handing him the letter.

draco

how is the cabinet coming? it’s raining even more here than usual, all day and night. and don’t talk like that, saying you don’t have a future. you do draco, you deserve another chance and infinite amounts of them. you are just a kid, you shouldn’t be forced to be a hero. you are protecting so many people right now, but i don’t need any. you have given my life enough light in the last few months than i ever recall, and im so thankful that letter came to me. i wish you were here with me right now, but i know you can’t be, so just stay alive, okay?

y/n

more tears fell, he hated being so weak at the mention of her, crying before he completed the blessing his father and bellatrix considered the task to be.

‘she’s right, draco, you deserve another chance’

he was speechless, and could tell Dumbledore knew he found his weakness.

‘i always pictured you and pansy, never in a million years imagined you to be in a relationship with a muggle’

‘no matter who does it, your about to be killed, and im not here to discuss my love life am i?’

‘so you do love her?’ before draco could even think he heard a door open and raised his wand, hiding the letter faster than he had ever moved.

‘shut up, they will kill her’ he said quietly and desperately

in walked fenrir greyback, yaxley, and bellatrix. they made banter of their own, but her words replayed. he couldn’t do it.

‘go on draco’ his aunt whispered into his ear, making him shiver.

‘DO IT, DO IT BOY’ she yelled, in a high pitched and annoying voice

he felt a strong arm over his chest, pushing him aside, and he saw the whoosh of snapes robes and an already pleading dumbledore

‘severus, please’

‘AVADA KEDAVRA’ snape shouted, a green flash producing from the end of his wand, hitting the old man square in the chest. draco rushed over to the edge, watching him fall. it was a long way down.

-

the rain had sudsided, sunlight leaking into her room during the day. watching the sky at night, failing to find constellations he described many times to her. her wardrobe was mostly untouched, remaining in pyjamas most of the week. the odd time she did leave, she saw her old friends walking and laughing out her car window. eating and socializing felt like a chore, and she hadn’t communicated with the boy since may. he could be dead, she didn’t know. there was no death on the ‘muggle’ news, and draco wasn’t on the top wanted list, not that he likely would be on the television all the way over here. he could be fine, in wiltshire, going to dinner parties and holding balls. or maybe, he too, was sitting in his room staring at the ceiling for days on end. she had now hung the picture of a young draco by her desk, not needing to worry about anyone seeing. her siblings were once again home, but out living their lives so much that it still felt like they were gone. for the first time she noticed his scroll on the back.

‘i was four when this was taken i believe, my hair is very similar, i was quite sassy, im sure that shows without explanation.’ she blushed while reading, it was true. his hands were on his hips whipping his head around.

-

every day was a surprise around malfoy manor. not the kind of surprise draco liked. not the feeling of butterflies in his stomach when he read y/ns letters, those were replaced by a pit as they were summoned around the large table in the dining room. the first one he attended was horrible, watching his muggle studies teacher being hung above their heads, pleading for the help of severus as she died. he bit his tongue in an attempt to avoid raging about about every comment surrounding muggle culture. each one tore his heart, as he imagined the girl all those kilometres away, the girl he had no contact with, but he looked at her picture as much as possible, and hoped one day he could make her smile again like she did in the image.

-

senior year was here, and y/n schedule picked up once again. her timetable was full, maybe it was best, a distraction, after a whole summer of thinking alone in her room. draco was on her mind at night, no matter how hard she tried to forget. she’d made friends with her creative promotions partner, logan. he was certainly not intrested in her in anyway besides friends, but company after all this time was enjoyable, just in the hour of class

-

draco had little privacy, with death eaters in every hallway, conversing with eachother. wherever he went someone was there, until he finally got sick of it and began going to the garden bench. with a book, sometimes, giving some of the sappy love stories y/n mentioned a try or even the poetry books she sent with noctua awhile back, they were okay, but his heart hurt at the feeling of relation in every line. he could only read one or two poems at a time, without tears forming in his green orbs.

sometimes he went with a pen and a notebook. he wrote about everything. the smell of the plants around him, the feeling in his chest when the dark lord called for a meeting. most of the notebook, though, was filled with poems of his own. and letters he had no intention of sending for her own safety. she wasn’t in harms way, though, other followers were preoccupied with ruining weddings and other things they considered fun. he blabbered on for pages, about how he missed seeing noctua fluttering towards him at breakfast. how he rereads the letter that dumbledore gave him the night he died. how she listened to him rant on and on, giving her support no matter how evil he felt. how he found love where it wasn’t supposed to be.

snow was falling once again, he had to dress in layers, making it hard to write often, the plants started dying as cold settled over and his mother no longer babied him like she used to before the death eaters began inhabiting the mansion. he couldn’t keep himself company any longer and gave into the pressure he put on himself. as long as they were careful, she’d be in no destruction- he prayed as he wrote what seemed to be an appropriate response after all this time.

-

like it had been decades, she flinched at the noise of the owl on the window, carrying a much larger scroll that he’d ever sent before, some parts scratched out and written above. his writing was much less tidy than she remembered, like the letters on the page were anxious for her reaction.

love,

after all this time, im sorry you are just now hearing from me. you have ever single right to be annoyed with me, after you listened to me for months, helping me emotionally in ways i never be able to repay you for. you do not need to forgive me, or write me back. i just wanted to keep you safe. but i needed to tell you everything before it might actually be to late. you’ve probably moved on and forgotten about me, like you should, but i guess im saying that i am alive. i didn’t kill him either. snape did. i thought i was going to be able to, but he started talking about you. he gave me a letter from you that he had already opened, the words repeated in my head over and over. you talked about how i deserved another chance, and how you wish I’d was there with you. right before he died he asked me if i loved you. i knew the answer but didn’t have time to say it. ive read your poetry books, they aren’t as bad as i once thought, i can’t read to many at once. i try to forget what dumbledore said that night, and that night altogether. but one day i read ‘that’s how you know you love someone, i guess. when you cant experience anything without wishing the other person was there to see it too.’ when i sit in the garden i imagine you smelling the flowers, myself picking one and putting it behind your ear. when i go on walks i imagine your hand in mine. youre in my dreams. my never ending thought. i remember the way i felt when we started talking a lot, and how I felt when we didn’t get a chance. you listened to me when no one else offered. not even my parents. i hope your doing okay, and smiling and laughing. i don’t care if we talk about absolutely nothing, i just want to talk to you. i know that’s unfair to you after all ive weighed on you. but i guess that’s all, i love you. draco ♡

well this certainly didn’t get him off her mind. she didn’t need to either. ofcourse she was going to write him back, but she needed time to think about her response. she missed the next day of school, and his owl was comfortably standing on her desk, nibbling away at the water and crumbs. she took an hour long shower, multiple naps, raided her fridge, and had to email the school pretending to be her mum, excusing her for the day. before she even knew what she was going to write, she began on a new piece of paper. she’d have thought longer, but was sure draco would be convinced she stole noctua out of anger.

draco,

wow. i don’t really know what to say. i knew you weren’t a killer, and i meant what i said about you deserving more chances. i will admit i was angry, and a bit confused. i sent that letter with high hopes. i don’t know what i was hoping for at the time, i was being incredibly selfish. but couldn’t help myself feel pained when you didn’t mention it in the next letter when you said harry hexed you. i know we can’t be together, especially not right now, but i love you too. i wish more than anything you were here with me right now, and it was you i’d be graduating with half a year from now. i wish you were in the passenger seat of my car while i drive through the city. i wish you could point out the constellations in the sky. i usually can’t read to many poems either, they get me thinking to much. im ready to write again if you are.

y/n

-

draco hadn’t felt more joy in a long time. around seven months. she loved him, and that was enough happiness for a life time. he just needed to stay alive.

they continued to stay in touch, almost as if they never stopped talking, entertaining eachother as much as possible, masking their separate misery and the distance between them. he could get time away from the reality that was his life for a while, he thought, until snatchers brought the trio he spent so long bickering with to the manor.

a very distorted looking harry fell before him, his hair tightly gripped by bellatrix.

‘well, is it him’ he knew it was harry. and yet a part of him couldn’t bring himself to letting the boy get killed.

‘i can’t be sure’ he lied

‘draco, look closely son’ lucius said loudly, getting a grip on the back of dracos neck before leaning in and whispering.

‘if we are the ones that hand potter to the dark lord, all will be f-forgiven. a-all will go back to how it was’

his father and the and a snatcher quickly got into an arguement. lucius was yelling something about the manor before narcissa calmed him with a hiss.

‘don’t be shy, sweetie come here take a closer look’

draco was know level with him. the scar was still visible on his forehead, and swollen eyes staring back at him, hopeless.

‘what’s wrong with his face’ draco said

‘yes what is wrong with the boys face’ a shrill voice repeated

‘he was like that when we got him, something he picked up in the forest i reckon’

bellatrix walked away, laughing away at something. the blonde boys eyes were still on harry, before he felt a tap on his shoulder. bellatrix began acting out, yelling about a sword, putting ropes around snatchers neck from the end of her wand. sword now in her hand she walked over to ronald weasley, grabbing his collar and demanding that the boys be put in the cellar.

a different draco would have gladly watched a mudblood be tortured by his aunt. but he flinched at every scream of hermione, unable to watch he went to the next room, resisting tears as he thought of the girl he fell for enduring the same. she had moved onto the goblin- ridiculing it about who got into her vault- and hermiones screams were now gone.

‘youre lucky, goblin, the same won’t go for this one’ he heard footsteps

‘like hell it wont’ he heard ron yell, followed by the expelliarmus and what must have been harry stupefying his father. draco rushed in, now dueling a more normal looking harry, until their attention caught on bellatrix, a knife to grangers throat. they dropped there wands, and he did as instructed, picking them up. lucius was summoning the dark lord when they heard a tittering on the ceiling, and the chandlier crashing. it all moved so fast and harry was now wrestling draco for his wand back. he tried, but harry had already pried it out of his cold and shaky hands.

‘STUPID ELF. THAT COULD HAVE KILLED ME’

‘dobby never meant to kill. dobby only meant to maim or seriously injure’ the house elf squeaked, and draco had never resisted a chuckle so hard.

‘HOW DARE YOU TAKE A WITCHES WAND. HOW DARE YOU DEFY YOUR MASTERS’

‘dobby has no master, dobby is a free elf, and he has come to save Harry Potter and his friends.’ and with that they apparated out, not without bella throwing a knife into the mix.

-

meanwhile, y/n was receiving letters of her own. not from draco either. letters from the schools she applied to. so far everything was good, except for princeton, but she didn’t have the highest expectations. she was accepted to the university of british columbia, seattle university, even ucla. she only had one letter left, and the large stuffed yellow envelope sat in her hands. she wasn’t sure about it- would she even be able to go to the univeristy of london? it was far, but draco was there, well closer to there atleast. accepted- it read. it was an option, and she still had weeks to think about it.

-

draco was very hesitant to write after the incident at the manor, the screams of Hermione, and the terrifying looking potter still vivid in his brain and nightmares. he often woke from sleep in a sweat, yet freezing cold. whispers of the war around his house also haunted his mind and soul. he’d walk to the window and look up at the the stars, they were under the same sky, at least. eventually he had to write her, it had been half a month and he couldn’t leave her hanging alone again.

y/n

love, im sorry for being hesitant, but there is going to be a war. i hate to leave you contact-less, but i need you to be safe now more than ever. i couldn’t live with myself if you got hurt. potter and his friends were brought here to the manor, it didn’t last long- they escaped within the hour and a half. with that doped elf, and a goblin too. if you don’t hear from me again, remember i love you. and always will.

draco

of all the letters y/n had recieved, from draco in all, that was probably the most displeasing. a war? like with tanks and bombs? tears were shedding down her face as she wrote the shortest response yet. knowing he most definitely didn’t have time to listen to her talk about schools, and how she got accepted to london, but her parents deemed it to far, ubc would have to do, she’d find her way to him eventually, if they were meant to be.

draco

stay safe, i love you.

yn.

-

draco now stood at snapes new office, dozens of corpses on the floor, pooled in blood. the dark lord speaking parsel tounge to nagini. no one needed to speak it to know that the man was infuriated about something potter had done.

-

the information he left was lacking, was he serious? what did wizarding wars even look like? her graduation date was set, June 6th, but it all seemed irrelevant, suddenly picking out a dress didn’t seem as fun as she thought, same with getting portraits taken. should she have said more?

-

next thing he knew the protection spell was countered and he apparated in, grabbing zabani and goyle by the collar. rushing them into a corridor and waited for the door of the room of requirement to completely vanish before approaching himself. they successfully found harry, opening a box carefully before finally drawing attention to themselves.

‘well well, what brings you here, potter’ draco said, softly, much to his surprise as he meant it to sound snarky and rude

‘i could ask you the same’

‘i believe you have something of mine, and id like it back’ was he becoming… kind?

‘whats wrong with the one you have?’ harry replied

‘it’s my mothers, powerful but different, doesn’t fully understand me, im sure you know the feeling’

‘why didn’t you tell her. bellatrix? you knew it was me, and you didn’t tell her’ he wasn’t exactly sure what to say, nor did he know. harry really didn’t have anything to do with his feelings for y/n, maybe he should have just turned in him when he had the chance, it would all be over if he had.

‘don’t be a wuss draco, just do it now’ goyle whispered in his ear, making him chill the same way bellatrix did on the astronomy tower, almost a year ago.

‘expelliarmus’ hermione half shouted, causing narcissas want to fly out of dracos hands and run the other way.

‘avada kedavra’ goyle missed and weaslebee started chasing after them, yelling something about his girlfriend. turning back around after goyle unsuccessfully casted the fiendfyre curse.

fear was making his body almost rattle as he desperately climbed bookcases in an attemp to outrun the flames. he watched goyle fall, into the orange. yes, he was a complete and utter twat, but wasn’t a half bad friend during dracos bullying peek. his foot slipped, now just his hands were keeping him up, and he wasn’t sure how much longer he could hold on. in the distance he saw the three, zooming off to safety in the distance, leaving them their to die. not that he blamed them, after anything he did to them, he would have probably left himself there aswell.

but potter was flying towards him, arm out-stretched, grabbing onto his own and hoisting himself on the broom. had he already died? must not have, because the heat had finally caughten up. feeling as though he was going to pass out, he gripped tighter onto harry, maintaining his position on the broom. so much for staying safe. the second they made it out, they crashed onto the ground. he wanted to thank harry, but found himself running off instead.

explosions and hexes were being sent everywhere. people dying left and right. giants and trolls and spiders helping, he found himself in the slytherin common room. partially because he wanted to say goodbye, as he never wished to return to the building again once he had the choice. and partially as he was now aware of a large burn on his arm, and he felt a need to put off fighting until absolutely necessary. he entered through the portrait, for the last time. it felt like an aquarium, looking out upon the lake filled windows, merpeople and the giant squid often zooming by. he sat down upon the sofa, where he spent countless hours avoiding homework, plotting against potter and swimming in lust of his pure-blood status that now felt like a curse. he went up to his dorm, where he did very similar things. he wondered as to what he would be doing if he was a muggle right now. picking out a suit for graduation, buying a corsage for his date, but he wasn’t, so he best get going. running his hands along the furniture before leaving, not looking back.

the noise in the entrance courtyard had completely been diminished and draco found his way into the crowd of students pooling in. death eaters swarmed towards them at a painfully slow place, his mother and father near the head of the group. he noticed hagrid, towering above them, carrying what could only have been harrys corpse.

he watched carefully as they approached, trying to wedge himself inbetween and behind other students.

‘harry potter is dead’ voldemort paused ‘from now on, you put your faith in me’ silence fell over the hundreds of people who were know gathered. he swished his robes and turned backwards facing his followers

‘HARRY POTTER IS DEAD’ obnoxious and deafening cackles erupted

‘and now is the time to declare yourselves. come to our side, or die’ even more silence fell.

‘draco’ his father hissed before repeating ‘draco’

he felt eyes fall all over him, gazing expectantly. tears ran down his face.

don’t talk like that, saying you don’t have a future. you do draco, you deserve another chance and infinite amounts of them. was this what she meant? he’d been looking for another chance, maybe this was it.

he shook his head no, and noticed his father had fallen a shade of pale he didn’t know existed.

‘Draco, DRACO’ he yelled, clearly enranged, but before he could continue - a movement shifted in hagrids arms, and harry fell out. in a heartbeat draco threw his wand to the scar faced boy. he caught it, looking grateful as he could while casting some sort of spell at nagini. death eaters were disappearing into the air- including lucius, narcissa being dragged with him.

draco didn’t know what to do with himself, he was wandless and he couldn’t fight, unless he wanted to engage in an actual physical duel, which he didn’t. he found himself in the great hall, asking professor sprout if she needed help patching those up, she pulled him into a hug, unexpectantly. he never recalled such contact or connection with a professor. he spent the rest of the battle helping healing wounds with dittany, and caring for those left in the wake. it was a nice distraction from the fact he would most definitely be disowned, left a family-less orphan at 17.

-

y/n couldn’t blame him for not writing, he clearly stated that it might be the last time. but every night she cried until she couldn’t cry anymore, or until she fell asleep. how could she like him so much? they’d never even met. she didnt really need to see him to know him, his letters told him enough about him. and she could only hope- that if he managed through his six year without killing his headmaster, he could make it through the war.

-

he delayed going back to the manor for as long as possible, until he decided to apparate directly into his room. he considered packing his things up, but realized no one was home. he was thankful, he don’t think he would ever be able to fully confront his parents again. he fell asleep in his bed, and slept for 48 hours straight. he slept through very vivid dreams, ones of y/n being tortured the same way as Hermione, ones of the dark lord coming alive once again and killing his mother because of his choices. he couldn’t bring himself to sleep again purposefully, no matter how exhausted he was. the days weren’t much better, his mind raced at unbelievable paces. he saw the dead bodies laying around the great hall, the unrecoverable ones. maybe he should have just fallen into the fire, surely that would have been easier. he was slowly becoming thinner, and always needed multiple blankets to even stay at a somewhat warm temperature, his heart beat faster than normal. he often felt pains in his neck, and his eyes were almost always puffy from crying. he spent so much time in bed he almost didn’t hear his owl flutter onto his nightstand mid afternoon, a small package tied loosely around his neck.

he opened it to see a letter, muggle candies and a worn book. suddenly he felt more awake, and be shot up a little to fast then he should have, sitting on the edge of his bed.

draco.

i don’t know where you are, or if youre alive, if youre reading this now. i hope this doesn’t arrive at a bad time. but your 18 now, so happy birthday. if you are seeing this, i still love you. i think about you all the time. i hope you are okay, and safe. in case you don’t end up writing me back, i just thought I’d give you some random information to keep you company and away from your mind. i graduate tomorrow. i look at your picture everyday. I remember what you once told me about following my dreams, so instead of medicine, im going to study literature and business next year. im staying in kelowna aswell for now, hoping maybe you’ll be able to visit someday. im sure you’d like it. my favourite colour is still green. i don’t know what else to say.

always here to listen if you’d like to talk. yn.

was it actually his birthday? had it already been a month since the war? it felt like a year but the visions played over and over like it was yesterday. it took him awhile before it clicked. the war was over, Voldemort was dead and there was no one to stop him from seeing her. he completely disregarded the lightheaded feeling he got when he stood up to fast- and rushed to his wardrobe. it took him a bit longer than he thought to pack up all his clothes, including the thousands of letters he kept hidden in a large drawer. the trunk was a bit heavier than he may have thought, and he ended up needing to take a car, in fear that he may not be able to apparate successfully to the airport without injuring himself. he quickly found out that muggle travelling was harder than he thought, and security and customs were also apparently a thing that all people needed to get through.

he wrapped himself in his cloak and didn’t get a drop of sleep the whole plane ride. it was nighttime when they flew over montreal, and then toronto. the sun rose as they crossed through winnipeg, regina, and calgary. he didn’t know this himself ofcourse, but he aggressively hit the map on the screen in front of him, desperate to know where he was. he only got an hour of half decent sleep before he felt rattling of the plane landing, and he gripped tightly onto the arm rests. he struggled for half an hour before he even got sight of his luggage on the moving thing that went round and round. compared to London, kelownas airport was very small and easy to navigate. the air outside was hot, making draco feel even more self concious about his clothing choices.

-

y/n put her hair back into a twist with a clip taking a suprising amount of effort to make sure it looked okay. her makeup was natural looking, nothing crazy but she looked gorgeous none the less. she slipped into her black romper, some canadians didn’t wear their fancy dresses to convocation, only something simple to go with the cap and gown. she arrived at the ceremony, seeing everyone, with excited smiles and laughs, conversing amongst themselves. and every memory came rushing back. they sat in rows on a stage, listening to the heartfelt and extremely cheesy speech the staff made every single year. she’d never noticed how many kids were in her age group until they were being called up one by one.

‘alex can’

‘ruth lee’

and the list went on and on until finally

‘y/n l/n’ the moment had come, and she shook everyone’s hand, receiving her diploma and flipping her caps tassel to the left. ‘y/n is staying around next year, and attending the university of british columbia okanogan, good luck l/n’ her principal said and claps continued like they had and the rest of the list finished sooner, or seemed to go by faster, she wasn’t sure. 

-

draco had never had to find a taxi by himself, but once he did he gave the driver the only place he knew, the address he saw on the top corner of her first response almost two years ago.

-

y/n pulled away from the school grounds, watching them disappear in her rear view mirror. it was hot with a breeze, but she smiled the whole way home. she’d done it, made it through every assignment and class, dealt with attention hungry bitches, and crappy teachers. the next door was truly opening. pulling up to her house, and closing her car door as she hopped out, she watched her feet carry her up to the house. turning the corner, she saw him, sitting there on her steps, a present wrapped horribly in his hands, looking very out of place in his black cloak. she stopped in her own steps and he hesitantly stood up, before she launched herself into his arms breathing in his cologne, finally together after all this time.

[mikkaeus]

lessons from 1000 hours of tutoring high school kids - a letter to my past self

not all those hours were maths, but this is about maths

Not in order of importance; in the order they came to my head. 

1. Do not trust a kid when they say that they understand something. They understand jack shit. Make them explain it back to you. 

2. When teaching sth new try to prod them to reaching the conclusion themselves instead of just straight up explaining it, if time permits. 

3. Things I have assumed and have been sorely mistaken:

a) If an area is identified to be an issue in the lesson, the kid will go and do some questions and revise themselves to fix it.

b) Kids take notes. (I’m still kicking myself for only realising this more than 6 months in with this kid. I get paid too much to be making stupid mistakes like this.)

c) Kids know how to take notes. (Session 1: Take notes, here is a detailed outline that you can then expand on with examples and stuff. Session 2: The kid has copied my scaffold word for word and not expanded anything on it. Me: You need to actually EXPLAIN how to complete the square for example, not just write “completing the square”. Kid: Okay yeah I get it. Session 3: For each topic he’s googled an explanation and copied entire paragraphs word for word, because he “thought they’d phrase it better than him”. He’s using terminology that I 100% guarantee he does not understand at all. I now understand why high school teachers always said use your own words when making notes - something that I had always thought should be blindingly obvious to everyone.)

4. Not everyone is as obsessed with not making mistakes or not being able to solve problems are you are. (For these kids, being stumped at a difficult question isn’t the end of the world.) They think a question ends at figuring out the answer, whether that be from the help of a textbook, the solutions, their friend, or me. You need to impress upon them that it doesn’t matter what the answer is! It’s about what you learn from the question. How was the way they were thinking about the question incorrect? How can they avoid this in the future? What general advice can they give themselves? And then they need to actually commit to reducing incidences of the same mistake in the future. Some kids I’ve been giving the same damn advice to every problem they get stuck on, and magically they can solve it after I give them the advice. Just remember the general advice!! You’re spending all this time studying but you’re running into the same wall over and over again instead of remembering to take the rope out of your bag. I’m not magic! I’m just sitting here reminding you that there IS a rope in your bag!!  (Not that my method of angry scribbling in red pen across my working and writing that I’m a fucking idiot is something I’d actually recommend, but they could definitely afford to be less laissez-faire about learning from their mistakes.)

5. Actually make good notes during the session; otherwise, the kids probably retain nothing. It is kinda awkward to be sitting there writing away but it is a necessarily evil. Also, you can write while they’re chipping away at a question themselves, and that way you don’t need to be watching them like a hawk while they do algebra painfully slowly. (I feel like kids make more mistakes in sessions than they do normally.) 

6. The key to being able to solve a problem is believing that you CAN solve the problem. I’ve been saying this a lot recently - if you follow the rules for maths, there’s no reason it should be wrong - when I have Year 11s and 12s asking me every step of simple algebra if something is correct, or asking whether you’re allowed to do something, and I ask them, “what do you think?” and they reply, “I don’t know.” (Related: Another thing I’ve been saying a lot is that algebra is about doing the same thing to both sides. They just think it’s magic!) Anyway, I brought this up because of problem solving questions actually, not basic algebra. Of course, you can teach them how to break down the question, or general processes like “if you don’t have enough information, go back and check you’ve used everything in the question”, but all that’s useless if they don’t believe that they can solve it by themselves. That means

a) You need to actually encourage them. Even though you’re not a... fluffy or particularly inspiring person, just try. 

b) YOU need to believe that they can do it too. Think of the number of times you’ve been shocked that some kid managed to make a leap of logic you thought was beyond them. Kids are better than you think (and also worse than you think, but we’ve already talked at length about that). 

7. It’s most of the time more beneficial to force the kid to go through the expanded version of the working instead of the abbreviated version. They’re not you, trying to economise as much as possible on working to save precious seconds for rechecking at the end. Don’t push that obsession onto them when their goals and skill level is completely different. Especially if they’re:

a) making silly mistakes

b) not understanding why something works and just following the pattern for a specific context, and then being completely lost in another context. (eg. not being able to use the null factor law for when the factors weren’t linear with a gradient of 1, because they always skipped straight to x= instead of actually writing out each factor equalling zero, and then rearranging). 

8. Stop lecturing for too long. Make sure you’re writing stuff down, not only for the purpose of notes for them to look at later, but because not everyone’s good with auditory learning (you’re one of those people! and yet you subject others to the same shit you rant about out length about your professors!). Make them do work through a problem or part of a problem or ask them questions or something. 

9. A lot of kids do not know how to study properly. A few important things:

a) Do not automatically look back at past questions when solving a Q. You need to treat every question as completely new, and only look back if you’re stuck. That way you force active recall every question and thus making sure you’re actually remembering what the process is. You don’t get any worked examples in your exam. 

b) I do not know how this is every single fucking kid but knowing how to use your dang calculator saves lives!! It’s literally 50% of your grade and you’re sitting there two days before your exam struggling to graph a parabola??? After all the hours you poured into studying the content? Yes your calculators are gross and unfriendly but they’re your best friend. Not only should you know how to use them, you should be fast at using them, and you should know everything it can do that could be remotely helpful. 

c) Sit full exam papers under exam conditions. That shit is like gold and kids are piddling it away by just leisurely working through one question at a time with the help of their textbook (and me). 

d) Print out the formula sheet, and use it. Know what’s on there and what’s not. 

I don’t know if this is a pretty standard experience for people with a track record of excellent academic results* (by this I mean just assuming some things are obvious to everyone) or if I’m particularly bad because I’ve always only interacted with a very narrow range of people. anyway feels fucking bad for my kids but. im trying. god knows ive come a long way since i first started.

*or as I prefer to state it, a track record of being a huge fucking nerd

[marvxlousqueen]

Warren Worthington- Amnesia

word count: 2.5 K!! (longest thing i’ve written lately!)

warnings: cussing, gets a little angsty boys!!

A/N: this idea came to me when i was bopping to my tb playlist and amnesia by 5sos came on so yeah get ready bc this gets angsty !!! 

also yes its a roger gif bc warren has zero fucking screen time and im out of gifs

(Y/n)’s eyes were glued to his face, watching his lips part as if to make sure he continued to breathe as normal. Warren had taken a hard fall on their last rescue mission. This was his second day of being unconscious, but Hank assured (Y/n) that he would be up in no time, claiming Warren showed regular brain function.

(Y/n)’s brain was racked with thoughts about what would happen when he woke up. Their last conversation before the mission was, in a word, deep. The pair had stayed up until the late hours of the night, not even caring about the exhaustion they’d feel in the morning. That was the night Warren had finally been brave enough to make a move, sharing his feelings with (Y/n). They had spent a few hours fooling around, and then talked until the sun rose. 

(Y/n) felt nervous to see him once he woke up. 

Oh come on, (Y/n), let’s not think like this, she thought to herself. Remember what he said before he fell?

It wasn’t anything the team hadn’t done before. Flying out, saving civilians, bringing them back home. This time happened to be news helicopter that was going down over the Atlantic. It should’ve been easy in, easy out. Jean was slowing the rotors so that Kurt could bamf Peter and Warren into the helicopter to grab the civilians. As they were going through standard procedure, a plane flew by above the helicopter scene, causing a strong wind and noise that threw Jean off. She lost her connection with the rotors, making the helicopter drop. 

Kurt grabbed Peter and Warren to bamf everyone out, but on the exit, Warren’s wings were struck by the spinning rotors. He was pushed out of the copter, his wings failing him. As he fell towards the ocean, a scream ripped out from his throat. Not “help!”, not “save me!”, not even “AHH!” The only words he could think to form was, “(Y/n)!” 

The rest of the team were too preoccupied trying to get Kurt and Peter in with the civilians to grab Warren. He hit the water, causing a head injury that knocked him unconscious. 

(Y/n)’s brain snapped out of her memories.

He was thinking about me during his fall, he wasn’t joking when he said he loved me. 

“Hey, (Y/n). You alright?” 

Looking away from him, she saw Hank standing in the doorway. 

“Yeah, I’m okay. Just want to be here when he wakes up.”

Hank nodded, walking towards his cart with Warren’s graph information. 

“Should be up any minute. He’s showing more brain activity than he was yesterday so he’s probably starting to wake up. Just give him some more time.”

(Y/n) nodded, turning back to the bed, watching over Warren. 

An hour had passed since Hank had stopped by. (Y/n)’s eyes were glazed over as she stared at the monitor, holding his hand tight and praying he’d wake up soon. 

Her eyes widened as she heard stirring from the bed. Looking down she saw Warren’s eyes fluttering open, then squinting in response to the harsh lighting. 

“W-,” he cleared his throat, “Where am I? What happened?”

(Y/n)’s lips pulled into a smile, “Warren! You’re up! Everything’s okay, just took a bad fall a few days ago, but everything’s okay.” 

“Fall? What-”

Warren was interrupted as Hank entered the room, followed by Jean, Jubilee, and Ororo. 

“Warren! You’re up!”

Hank rushed to the monitor, checking his vitals, while the girls stood behind (Y/n), anxious to hear how their teammate was.

“Where’s everyone else?” (Y/n) asked.

Ororo piped up from behind Jean, “Training with Raven, but they’ll stop by after.”

Jubilee pushed to the front next to (Y/n), “Gave us quite a scare there, bird boy. Glad to see you up.”

Warren’s eyebrows were furrowed, “Bird boy? Who is that?”

Jubilee laughed, “That’s you, dummy.”

Warren clenched his jaw out of frustration, “Who are all of you?”

Hank stepped away from his monitor, “What did you ask?” 

Warren looked towards him before scanning the girl still grasping his hand, “Who are you? All of you.”

“Can you tell me your name?”

Hank’s face was wrinkled with concern, awaiting Warren’s answer. 

He raised his hand that wasn’t held by (Y/n) and point towards Jubilee, “Bird boy?”

“You don’t remember who you are?”

Warren’s was struck with confusion again, “No? No, I- I don’t.”

(Y/n) felt her stomach drop, her eyes burning, “Warren? You- you don’t remember me?” 

He looked at her, noticing her misty eyes, “No, I’m- I’m really sorry. You seem nice.”

Jean snapped her head towards Hank, “Now what?” 

He was tapping his fingers against the frames of his glasses, thinking about this situation. “It seems like a minor case of amnesia, should be back to his normal self in a few days.”

(Y/n) could hear her heartbeat in her ears as her thoughts ran wild.

What if it isn’t minor amnesia? What if he never remembers me? Or never remembers himself? What if-

“(Y/n).”

Her head snapped towards Hank, “huh?”

“How about you go get some rest? You’ve been sitting in here for days, go rest.”

(Y/n) nodded, wobbling out of her chair. Before she left the room she took one last glance at Warren, sad that when he looked at her there was an emptiness in his eyes. He didn’t know her.

Jean waited until (Y/n) left the room to interrogate Warren, “You really don’t remember who you are? Or who she is?”

Warren’s mouth open and closed, “No, I-I’m sorry. Who is she?”

“Your girlfriend, dipshit!”

Hank interrupted Jean, “Hey now! Don’t be mad at him for having amnesia, it’s all our fault for letting the mission go sideways.”

Warren blinked, “Girlfriend? Her?”

Jubilee sat down in the now empty chair to answer, “Not official or anything, but you did ask her out and make out and stuff so yeah.” 

Warren looked down at his feet out in front of him, “How could I not remember a girl like that? She looked so sad..” 

Hank piped up again, “It’s not your fault, just give it some time. It’ll all come back.”

Warren nodded, his brain was busy wandering somewhere else. “What’s her name?”

Jubilee laughed, “(Y/n).”

He nodded once more, eyes starting to droop again.

Hank took note and ushered the other students away, “Give him room to rest. And please keep (Y/n) occupied, don’t need her going down a sad path because of this.”

It was a little too late to avoid the sadness road for (Y/n). She had grabbed lunch on the way from the infirmary to her dorm room. She realized it was the first real meal she had eaten the past two days. (Y/n) scarfed down her sandwich and headed back to her room, pulling the blankets over her. She felt gross and desperately wanted to take a shower, but just didn’t have the energy. Instead she felt herself start to drift off, eyes squeezed tight as if she could make everything and everyone disappear. 

Warren visited her in her dreams, a recollection of memories from their last night together. His red cheeks when he confessed his feelings, his warm hands roaming her skin, his soft lips pressed against hers. And suddenly everything turned black and cold like the life of her memory had been sucked out. Warren turned to her, “Who are you?”

(Y/n) woke up in a sweat, breathing hard. She decided she needed to take a shower and clear her head. 

After a 30 minute shower and a few tears shed, she went for a walk around the school to get her mind off Warren. Passing by the cafeteria she bumped into Scott and Peter, who probably just finished eating dinner. 

“(Y/n)...hey.”

“Hey.”

Peter wrapped his arms around her in a tight squeeze, “It’ll be fine.”

(Y/n) shrugged him off, continuing to put on a brave face, “I know. I’m fine, guys, seriously.”

Scott gave her arm a pat, “Hank said it should just take a few days.”

(Y/n) nodded, wanting to escape the conversation of Warren. She took the beat of silence that followed as her moment to leave, so she did. Walking outside, she ran into Kurt. 

“(Y/n)! Are you okay?”

She sighed, “I’m fine!”

(Y/n) pushed past Kurt and speed walked towards the pond. 

How am I supposed to get my mind off of him if no one SHUTS UP ABOUT IT?

(Y/n) sat down by the pond, eyes focused on the water. 

“Hey. (Y/n), right?”

“Oh for the LOVE OF GOD, I’M FINE!”

Her head whipped around to see Warren standing on the grass behind her, “Oh, I-I’m sorry, I thought you were someone else.”

“No, you’re good. I’m glad you’re okay.”

Warren took a seat next to her, his wing brushing against her shoulder. 

“I’m really sorry. I know you’re upset, but I am trying to remember. I want to remember you, so badly.”

(Y/n)’s eyes began to burn, “It’s okay.”

Warren nodded, “Well that guy in the clinic said it should just be a few days.”

(Y/n) rolled her eyes, “I know, it’s just- never mind.”

“No, tell me.”

She shook her head, eyes on the water again. 

“Come on, I’m your boyfriend, right? Tell me.”

(Y/n) could feel her heart sting, having been reminded that someone she loves so much doesn’t remember her.

“You’re not my boyfriend.”

“Well that girl said it wasn’t ‘official’ but still-”

“No, you’re not Warren. You don’t even know who I am.”

Warren opened his mouth, closing it realizing he didn’t know what to say.

(Y/n) looked towards him, her heart hurting once more. He was clearly frustrated with himself for not remembering anything and she wasn’t making it any easier for him. 

“I’m sorry. You are Warren, just not my Warren. Fuck- you’re you and that’s good? Sorry-”

“Listen, I may not know who you are yet, but I care about you because.. well I don’t know why, but you obviously mean a lot to me and I want to hear what you have to say.”

God, she thought, how can he be so charming with amnesia? 

“I love you.”

Warren’s eyes widened, “I- uh, okay.”

“Fuck- sorry that probably sounds really weird, but I’ve said it to you before and- and I don’t know it just slipped out.”

He nodded, biting his lip, “Did I say it back?”

“Yeah. We’re in- I mean, we were in love.”

“We still are, then.”

“What if you don’t love me when you remember me? Like- I don’t know. What if these few days not having feelings for me makes you not have feelings for me ever again? That’s- that’s what I wanted to say earlier.”

Warren let out a sigh, “(Y/n). I do have feelings for you. If I’ve said ‘I love you’ before then that’s not going to just go away because of some fucking memory loss.”

“But-”

“No buts!”

(Y/n) shook her head, “Fine.”

Warren nodded, “Okay, well- give me a few days. And I swear I’m trying to remember.”

A few days had passed. Actually, over a week had passed. Nothing.

Warren couldn’t remember anything. He kept trying to spend time with his supposed “friends” and “girlfriend” to trigger his memories, but nothing was coming back.”

It was now 4:00 in the afternoon. Warren had been sitting in Hank’s office for the last hour getting test after test run on his brain. 

“What the fuck, Hank? You said a few days! It’s been almost two weeks!”

Hank’s head snapped up from his laptop, “Hey! Not my fault! Amnesia is tricky, it’s just takes time.”

“You said a few days and it’s taking forever. (Y/n) hates me.” 

“What? Why?”

“Because,” Warren slammed his hands onto Hank’s desk, “every time she looks at me, she sees the boy she loves, but I don’t remember it! And it just keeps getting worse!”

“What’s getting worse?”

“Our situation!”

“How? Is your memory getting worse?”

“What? No! I like her, Hank! I realize why I fell in love with her. She’s- she’s everything. The more I see her, the deeper I fall and she can’t even talk to me without getting sad because I’m not the real me. I’m hurting her and I don’t know what to do so please! Fix my brain!” 

“It’s not that easy, there’s nothing I can do.”

“Hank-”

“Warren! Just talk to her about this. I’m sure it would make her happy to see that even without all your memories of her, you still love her.”

Warren took Hank’s advice and set off to find (Y/n). She was eating dinner by herself as she often did since his fall, her head buried in a book.

Warren nervously tapped her on the shoulder, “H-hey.”

(Y/n) looked up at him, dark circles around her eyes showing from lack of sleep, “Hey?”

“Can I talk to you? Outside?”

(Y/n) nodded, standing up and following him out to the yard.

“What’s up?”

“I love you.”

(Y/n)’s breathe was caught in her throat. She coughed loudly, “You- you what?”

“I’m in love with you.”

“You don’t remember me.”

“Yes I do! I’ve known you for almost two weeks-”

“Two weeks!”

“And it only took two weeks for me to realize why I must’ve fallen in love with you in the first place! (Y/n), you’re perfect! Please, I- I know I’m not the Warren you fell in love with, but I will be that guy again soon, I know it.”

(Y/n) grabbed his face, pulling his lips to hers. 

It was as if a firework went off inside of Warren’s stomach, being able to kiss the girl he loves. Then, he felt another firework going off inside his head. His mind was racing as different images came to him. Everything from tipping over his and (Y/n)’s canoe in the pond to the time Scott threw up on Jean at (Y/n)’s last birthday party. Warren also saw himself fall, the helicopter above him, the ocean getting closer until he smacked into the water. He broke off the kiss. 

“(Y/n)!”

Warren wrapped his arms around her, squeezing her tight.

“What? Ow!”

He picked her up and spun her around, “I REMEMBER YOU! I LOVE YOU!”

“Put me down! Put me down!”

Warren placed her down on her feet, “I remember you!”

“You remember me!!!”

“Yes!! One time Scott threw up at your birthday party! The first Saturday of every month is your girls night with Jubilee, Jean, and Ororo! One time your top came off in the pond after I tipped our canoe and you flashed me! One time-”

(Y/n) cut him off by slamming her lips against his again. She pulled away, “I missed you so much, Warren.”

“I missed you more.”

Warren squeezed her tight once more, “I can’t believe I fell in love with you all over again.”

(Y/n) laughed, eyes misty from emotion, “I know.”

“We’re really meant to be, god I love you!”

He held her closer than he ever did before, so she’d never slip away.

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[eightmakar]

English Boy | Two

(College!Harrison Osterfield AU)

Teaser | One

Summary: Studying with a cute boy is hard

Word Count: 1.3k

Warnings: the beginnings of smut

(a/n: school sux im sorry this took ten years but enjoy!! tag list is open so send me an ask!)

can you help me study this weekend? i have a test on monday and I wanna make sure I’m good

sure! can I bring my Macbeth essay for you to proof?

definitely! if you come over to mine ill get pizza?

i never pass up free pizza! what time?

1:00 Saturday?

sounds good, see you then!

“That sounds an awful lot like a date,” your best friend said when you told her about your study session with Harrison.

You rolled your eyes. “Every meeting with a boy sounds like a date to you.”

“Okay, but you said this Harrison guy was really cute, so cute boy plus pizza plus “studying” at his place equals a date. I’m not a math major, but that’s some pretty solid math.”

You sighed. “Look, I need to pass both my English lit classes, so if your girl has to do some sexy stuff to get his help, you bet I’ll do it. And I wouldn’t complain if he insisted on thanking me for being a brilliant math teacher.”

Your best friend laughed. “Wouldn’t that be something. Fucking a cute English major to get better grades. Maybe I should get a tutor. It sounds like the university is playing matchmaker.”

“But babe,” you teased with a smirk. “You’ve already fucked 90% of the guys in the school!”

She pursed her lips. “It’s actually only 75%, thank you very much.”

You stuck your tongue out at her. She knew you could care less who she slept with as long as she was safe, and she had a good sense of humor about it.

But sleep with Harrison? You hadn’t really thought about it. Yet, that is. He was stunningly attractive, but he was also incredibly intelligent, and you loved that about him. You’d slept with guys before, sure, but it had been a long time since you felt an emotional, intellectual attraction to someone. You liked the way Harrison thought; he was analytical but not like you were. He didn’t look for formulas and patterns and numbers, he looked for meaning, which excited you, but also was quite intimidating.

Saturday came around and you drove yourself to Harrison’s apartment. You were nervous. You kept telling yourself that you and Harrison were just studying and that was it, but ever since your best friend had mentioned fucking Harrison, you couldn’t get the images out of your mind.

Harrison on his knees in front of you, his hair and blue eyes between your legs. Being on your knees in front of Harrison, staring up at him. Him hovering over you, fingers dancing against your skin. You shook the images out of your head the best you could as you knocked on his apartment door.

Another boy who was not Harrison but was still incredibly attractive opened the door. “Hey, you must be (Y/N)!” he greeted cheerily.

“Yeah! Is, uh, is Harrison home?”

“Yep, he’s getting out of the shower right now. I’m Tom, Harrison’s roommate.” He stuck his hand out and you shook it. “C’mon in!”

You walked in and took the place in. It was light and warm and comforting. You loved it.

“You guys have such a nice place!” You called as Tom scurried to a bedroom.

“Thanks, I decorated it myself,” Harrison’s voice said. You turned and there he stood, gray t shirt clinging deliciously to his arms, athletic shorts low on his hips, his hair still wet, and barefoot.

“Oh,” you said softly. You mentally slapped yourself for your reaction. You weren’t expecting Harrison to look so damn good in basic clothes.

“Oh to you too,” he said with a chuckle. “Pizza’ll be here in like 45 minutes.”

You cleared your throat and diverted your eyes from Harrison. “Good, I’m starving!”

You stood awkwardly until Harrison said, “You don’t have to stand the whole time, (Y/N). You can sit.”

You laughed nervously before sitting down on his couch. You dug your fingernails into your palm, trying to refocus yourself. “Sorry, I’m a little off today. What’s your test on?”

Harrison sat down next to you. You could feel the heat from his body radiating toward you. “Derivatives and their applications. Here, my teacher gave me a study guide.” He handed you a crisp piece of paper loaded with terms, definitions, and formulas.

“Okay, so should we just start from the beginning?” You offered. You reached for your backpack and produced your notebook. You preferred to write things down, especially when showing him math problems.

“Sounds like the best place to start,” Harrison said. He smiled softly at you and your heart pounded. You breathed deeply, then began to draw a graph.

Thank God for numbers. Harrison was much less distracting when you were thinking of numbers and how they interact with each other. They were clear cut, with rules that they followed, equations they were governed by. No emotions or feelings involved.

Or so you thought.

You were explaining the second derivative test to Harrison when his hand snuck its way onto your thigh. Your words stumbled a bit, but you continued to draw out your sign chart to determine if the graph was concave up or down.

He scooted over closer to you. He sat sideways on the couch, facing you, while you sat the correct way, facing the television in front of you. He leaned down and placed a soft kiss on your bicep, and you froze.

“Harrison? What are you doing?” You asked. Surprise made your voice sound angry, and Harrison looked scared.

“Fuck, you’re not into me,” he said, scooting back. “Oh, fuck, I’m so sorry, I’m such an asshole. I’ve ruined it now.”

“Oh,” you said. Your face felt furiously hot. “Oh, oh no, Harrison, I’m very much into you. I just wasn’t expecting that. I, uh, get really wrapped up in math.”

His eyes widened and his face brightened. “Seriously? You’re not saying that because you feel bad, right?”

“Oh, not at all,” you squeaked in disbelief. “I think you’re extremely attractive. I just about fell over when you came out of the bathroom.”

“Thank fuck,” Harrison said. He then leaned over, gently grabbed your face, and kissed you.

You shoved your notebook out of your lap and clambered into his lap, keeping your lips on his. His hands slid down your body and landed on your ass. You silently thanked your best friend for insisting you wear jeans that made you ass look incredible.

Your hands trailed over his chest, tugging on the fabric. He reached his arms over his head and allowed you to pull his gray t-shirt over his smooth body. You threw it behind him, mouth immediately finding his collarbones. You ground your body down on his, feeling his cock start to harden beneath you. It brushed against your core and you moaned into his skin.

He returned the favor, tugging your shirt over your head to reveal your lacy black bra. You grabbed his hands and moved them to grab your breasts. He took the hint and began to massage them. He groaned at the feeling of them in his large hands.

“You’re gorgeous,” he mumbled, kissing the swell of your breasts.

“You’re not too shabby yourself,” you giggled back, dragging your hand through his hair. You softly scratched at his scalp while he touched you.

“I guess I’ll take that,” he said with a chuckle.

Suddenly, Tom’s door opened. “Hey, H,” he called. “Pizza’s here, I just got the text.”

You and Harrison froze. Tom emerged from his room to see you straddling Harrison. Thankfully, all he did was laugh.

“Alright, H, I see ya. I’ll take my pizza and I’ll get outta here,” Tom chuckled.

Your face felt hot and you buried it into Harrison’s shoulder. “God,” you whispered to him.

“I’ve caught Tom in much worse situations,” he whispered back. “One time I caught him mid-blowjob. The poor girl giving it to him ran out crying.”

You laughed into his skin, suddenly feeling much better about your reaction.

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[dragon-hall]

“Vater unser im Ewigenreich”

I’ve been watching all of K Project’s series and episodes these past few weeks and I want to write something for it. This prompt seems interesting to me and the what ifs are plenty.

(K Project // Divergent - Space)

Writing Prompt: An ancient god “cursed” you with immortality, expecting you to watch the Sun swallow the Earth. When that day comes 7.6 billion years into the future, you’re living large on the other side of the galaxy.

“...even though the so-called ancient god is nothing more than an old slab of ancient stone.” The perpetual smile on his face is simply fond as his long fingers trace the edge of the slate. The slate, even though limited by its seal, glows with shifting orange light that can be understood as lethargic merriment.

Shiro - no - rather, Adolf K. Weismann chuckles at the silent words it transmits through its aura alone.

“Indeed, I share the same fate but need I remind how I came to have such fate?” His words carry a small lilt in it that never betrays his carefree personality.

He leans against the stone’s side, taking a seat on the edge there as if it is a sickbed of a friend. In hindsight, the Dresden Slate has been his constant companion for years ever since he laid eyes on it. Here, at the center of his craft, they talk about past lives, present companions, and future destinations. Adolf surmises that the slate, confirmed to be an entity, shares his loneliness and makes it easy to talk to.

“A fate that leads to this very moment,” Adolf mutters. His smile morphs to despondency as his thoughts take him to the very reason why they ventured out in the open on this very day. “Honestly, I felt insufficient. How it is that I was granted an Aura and my sister was not despite her being the better person. I ran away plenty of times and here I am still. Many are deserving and yet here I stand.”

The slate beneath his hands glimmers in a pale yellow, sympathy as Adolf understood. Is it comforting him?

His smile is back following an airy laugh. “Rest easy. The time for regret has passed. There is nothing to fear considering the treasures I’ve picked up on the way.”

As if on time, the sound of the automatic door opens and a familiar bell-like jingle echoes through the room. Above them and up on the balcony overlooking the hall is Neko, still youthful as ever and fluffy judging from her choice of fur coat and her ear muffs, a new feature.

“I found Shiro!” She exclaims and jumps from the balcony to Adolf’s waiting arms. How she survives such falls every time is beyond him. “Are you done talking to Dresden?”

Dresden, as she calls the slate, shifts to an earthy brown as it relaxes in their presence. Even to this moment, Adolf is still amused to hear the name. After all, it is the Dresden Slate.

“We’re just about to wrap it up.” He pets the young woman who is obviously happy to get more physical contact and addresses the slate in finality. “I know you’re not fond of fireworks so I’m going to assume you won’t watch this one with us. I’ll bring tea down here after dinner, yes?”

The stone glows green this time as it conveys its optimism to his proposal because tea could only mean Shiro and company. The King and his clansman leave arm in arm and proceeds to the viewing deck.

The deck is purely Adolf’s own personal taste way back in the 18th century. A large hall with marble floors, towering marble pillars and gigantic glass windows for a panoramic view of the galaxy. There are shrubberies on the sides with a few white flowers blooming in earnest in contrast to the dark space outside their ship. In the middle of the hall is a depressed platform where windows upon windows of hologram show current news from nearby habitable planets and statistical readings of a singular planet they are observing. The graphs show spikes and changes in one particular planet.

A pair of leather couches instead of a single one situated near the viewing area above the platform. There is already a tatami mat situated beside them and a single occupant is already there as he gazes at the view before him.

“Everything alright, Kuroh?” Adolf asks in his normally gentle tone.

Yatogami Kuroh, one of his first and foremost clansmen, and one of his dearest friends take his time savoring his favorite tea. He sits facing the depressed platform in a perfect seiza all the while watching the events unfold. Years have passed and even so, with the power of the slate given to him through the Silver King, he retains his physical appearance in its youthful state right down to the tips of his long dark locks which he wears in a ponytail like old times. Even the way he acts is the same although with wisdom and maturity that his old master would surely be proud.

“The Union is currently in session to finalize the relocation procedures of the evacuees. Nearby habitable planets are currently on high alert for a radiation surge but nothing far as the dwarf planet but the Centauri system is also raising an emergency. There are reports of minor casualties here and there but nothing to be concerned of.”

“Mm. I guess no one needs our help right now. How’s the evacuation?”

“The Blue King is handling the evacuation most efficiently. Earth has already collided with Mars’ atmosphere fifty-seven hours ago and left a decent hole on its surface where most of the population resides. I’ve received a report that there are no deaths recorded so far and people were already on board Scepter 4 blimps.”

“It is thanks to your clairvoyance that they acted fast. Without your warning, we would be mourning many deaths,” Much is not known about how he managed to have such a talent but since Kuroh was a clansman of the Colorless King, the late Ichigen Miwa, then it is believed to be a latent talent from the Colorless Aura. “By the way, it is said that the current Blue King is the second rising of the legendary Munakata Reisi. What do you think about that, Kuroh?”

“The boy still needs to earn his stripes against me.” The swordsman clicks his tongue, his eyebrow twitching in annoyance. It does not help that the current king of Scepter 4 also wear glasses and a smug face he wants to bash so badly. “Having an exemplary leadership does not change the fact that he is wet behind the ears when it comes to battle. Compared to that man, he is nowhere near an eighth of his capabilities.”

“Hah! Kurosuke likes to torture Boss with glasses junior to get back at Bosumegane senior!” Neko chirps from Adolf’s side and detaches from his arm to drape herself across the couch.

There is no doubt that his friend still holds a grudge towards Scepter 4′s previous king and it also extends to the successors over time. By the time the fifth Blue King was chosen, Kuroh delegated to himself to train every succeeding Blue King with the sword and martial arts as revenge from the time Munakata Reisi outsmarted him. He never forgets the experience.

“Don’t be too hard on him.” The Silver King takes a seat next to Neko who moves to lay her chin on his thigh so he can pet her some more. When he does so, she starts preening with attention. “The Gold King is already expecting so much from Scepter 4.”

Now that he thought about it, the current Gold King resembles his late best friend so much that Adolf was not even surprised that time he learned that she has the blood of Kokujōji Daikaku. To think that the lieutenant had children and he was not informed, he feels a little miffed during that time.

“They multiplied like rabbits as they should be to cover the entire universe but quality must never be sacrificed for quantity.” Kuroh huffs against the lip of his teacup. “And I, Yatogami Kuroh, will never fail to remind him of that.”

Adolf merely chuckles at his enthusiasm and plucks his own teacup, an intricately designed china cup compared to Kuroh’s traditional japanese set. The hot tea was already brewed by his friend and a healthy serving of snacks lies next to the pot for consumption.

“Any time now and she will be entering the Sun’s coronal atmosphere, isn’t it? There is no turning back from that point on.” The Silver King leans back on his seat, Neko purring against his thigh as they watch the events unfold.

“Earth as we all remember her wears a beautiful face even under duress. That her strength and resilience through time will surely be passed on to her beloved children and to those witnessing her final moments.”

Trust Kuroh to say something optimistic during the time and Adolf completely agrees with his words.

“That we are all sons and daughters of our Mother that we return on this very day to honor the place we once called home.

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Derjenige, der die Freude küsst, während sie fliegt Lebe im Sonnenaufgang der Ewigkeit

[verdigrisprowl]

Nov 12 Dancitron Movie Night - The Arrival

Soundwave is all gung ho about translating the alien written language. Prowl helped him graph all the little points on it.

Yesterday NoodlesAtNight 7:30 pm *Soundwave is getting as close to rushing as he ever gets without an actual emergency, making sure everything is Just Right for this particular show.* opatoes 7:31 pm /Smokescreen's coming in with a few snacks and the covenant, and is taking his seat on a couch upside down, head towards the ground and his doorwings very uncomfortable/ NoodlesAtNight 7:32 pm *He has Heard Things about it and he wants things to go just this side of perfectly. Everything's clean. Everything's orderly. All things have a place, and the place they're in is where they should be.*

*....Except Smokescreen. Naturally.* [[What /are/ you doing.]] opatoes 7:33 pm Good to see you too, Soundwave. I'm sitting down! On a couch! NoodlesAtNight 7:33 pm [[Are you certain of that?]] SpecsTheSpectralDragon 7:34 pm ((I forgot that this had a rap part)) opatoes 7:34 pm ... Yeah? I'm pretty sure I'm sitting. I'm definitely not standing, after all. NoodlesAtNight 7:34 pm [[Yes, but you're...]] *Makes a sort of motion indicating a flip upside down.* ((same)) opatoes 7:34 pm Oh! Ohhhh, is that the problem? opatoes 7:35 pm /Smokescreen's turning himself 90 degrees, this time practically hogging the couch./ NoodlesAtNight 7:35 pm *Smokescreen now looks like half the usual guests.* [[Oh, that's better. He was concerned about your internal gyros for a moment.]] opatoes 7:36 pm Aww- you were worrying about me? You really can be a nice bot sometimes, Sounds. opatoes 7:37 pm /Also he's singing along to this song!/ SpecsTheSpectralDragon 7:37 pm *enter dragon! with snacks! nothing out of the ordinary tonight, so she'll just put them in the Designated Snack Spot* Hello, Soundwave! NoodlesAtNight 7:37 pm [[Don't say such things where others can hear you.]] [[Greetings, dragon.]] *He'll walk with her and assist. He's in a Good Mood.* opatoes 7:38 pm It's true, though! SpecsTheSpectralDragon 7:38 pm 😮! *Soundwave help! it's her lucky day!* Thank you, Soundwave! Swervester 7:39 pm [stumbles in and slumps tiredly against the closest couch] NoodlesAtNight 7:39 pm [[It's not,]] *he says while helping someone.* [[And you're welcome, dragon. You do such good work; he really must consider making you one of Dancitron's official suppliers.]] [[...Feeling poorly, Swerve?]] Swervester 7:39 pm Didn't sleep well last night. Crazy bar party. NoodlesAtNight 7:40 pm [[How so?]] Swervester 7:41 pm Rodimus decided it was Appreciate Swerve Night and threw me a surprise party in the bar. opatoes 7:41 pm Really? It's not like you've proven me wrong recently. You haven't unleashed your tentacles on anyone in a while, so that's pretty nice! SpecsTheSpectralDragon 7:41 pm *the dragon puffs up so proudly that she might well be in danger of exploding* It would be an honor. NoodlesAtNight 7:42 pm [[Appreciate Swerve Night? He can see why you are tired.]] *Surely everyone recognizes Swerve's good qualities. They were on full and obvious display during the protoform plague.* [[Then he will look into the paperwork, dear dragon.]] *A tiny head bow in her direction before he heads back to his seat.* [[And that is factually incorrect, Smokescreen.]] Yesterday Swervester 7:42 pm Yeah! It was really nice. Just lasted all night so there was less sleep than expected. opatoes 7:43 pm Really? Have you menaced someone with your tentacles recently, Soundwave? NoodlesAtNight 7:43 pm [[He said nothing about menacing. Merely unleashing.]] SpecsTheSpectralDragon 7:43 pm *the dragon is churring and purring all the way to the nearest couch. she's gonna be an official supplier! for Dancitron! that's even better than fighting a god!* opatoes 7:43 pm ... Have you unleashed your tentacles on someone? Poor bot. MedicalMurdersaurus 7:44 pm *SLIIIIIIIIDES in* BIRD! NoodlesAtNight 7:44 pm [[Well, if you must sleep, try to do so after the film. He has heard good things about it. Many, many good things. Fantastic things.]] [[Of course he has.]] *But they don't tend to complain.* opatoes 7:44 pm ((i never realized episode 3 came out the day before my birthday in whatever year it came out aszcxvb)) NoodlesAtNight 7:45 pm {{SWOOOOOOOOP}} MedicalMurdersaurus 7:45 pm HIIII! *bounces* Hi Bird! NoodlesAtNight 7:45 pm *NYOOM can an origami bird knock over a pterodactyl? We're about to find out.* Arcee-Autobot 7:45 pm *Has no idea whats going on but Puts hands up* I'm also Here Hello, Everyone! Swervester 7:45 pm Ooh, what's it a film about? NoodlesAtNight 7:46 pm *Soundwave's mood is, uh. Accidentally catching, a little, among the minicons.*

[[Greetings, Arcee. It is Arcee, correct?]] *Has the right look, but one never knows.* [[/Communication./]] SpecsTheSpectralDragon 7:46 pm *it's like a physics question. how many treats does one need to place in Laserbeak's gaping maw before her maximum velocity carries enough impact to knock over one dinobot?* *make sure to show all of your work* opatoes 7:47 pm ((Fun fact star wars episode iii is thirteen years old as of this year apparently)) NoodlesAtNight 7:47 pm *There are a bunch of empty cubes behind the bar, if that counts?* ((happy birthday episode 3)) Arcee-Autobot 7:47 pm You're Correct, it is Arcee SpecsTheSpectralDragon 7:47 pm ((speaking of birthdays)) opatoes 7:47 pm ((episode iii is old enough to go on forums and complain about star wars)) SpecsTheSpectralDragon 7:47 pm ((as of five days ago I can legally beer)) ((woop woop)) NoodlesAtNight 7:47 pm ((a;ghagwhagah))

((and specs: HAPPY FIVE DAYS AGO BIRTHDAY)) Arcee-Autobot 7:48 pm [[ Happy late Birthday!]] opatoes 7:48 pm ((HAPPY BIRTHDAY i thought you were older than me asdbvxcbn SpecsTheSpectralDragon 7:48 pm ((sorry smokeymun I'm only 21)) opatoes 7:48 pm ((im like 23 i think so it's not too big but i thought you were like... 24 for some reason)) SpecsTheSpectralDragon 7:49 pm ((is it because I hang out with Whirlmun? she's, what, 26?)) NoodlesAtNight 7:49 pm ((haha you young'ns)) SpecsTheSpectralDragon 7:49 pm ((crow, ofc, is an official Fandom Elder and can throw dentures at us)) Swervester 7:49 pm //slides a 29 under the table NoodlesAtNight 7:49 pm [[Seat yourself anywhere you like, Arcee. Refreshments are at the bar; midgrade and snacks are free but high grade must be purchased.]] SCProwl 7:50 pm ((/shakes cane at room Yesterday opatoes 7:50 pm ... Wait, snakes are free? Snacks I mean snacks Swervester 7:50 pm I hope snakes are free. Arcee-Autobot 7:50 pm Snakes? NoodlesAtNight 7:50 pm <<Chimera is not free.>> opatoes 7:50 pm Let Chimera be free! SpecsTheSpectralDragon 7:50 pm Chimera is free to do whatever they please, right? NoodlesAtNight 7:50 pm <<Oh. Chimera is that free. Chimera is not money free.>> MedicalMurdersaurus 7:50 pm *sees what she's doing and COLLAPSES when hit, laughing the whole way down* Swervester 7:50 pm Free Chimera 2k18? opatoes 7:51 pm Chimera is priceless though, you can't place a price on them. chronosmith 7:51 pm ()(i already tole u but HAPPY BIRTH AGAIN SPECS)) SpecsTheSpectralDragon 7:51 pm Is Chimera free to be hugged? ((HAPPY BORTH ME)) NoodlesAtNight 7:51 pm *Bird sprouts feelers like big secretary bird legs and marches up Swoop to stare down his face.* {{You Swoop dead. This mean Bird Dinobot now?}} NoodlesAtNight 7:52 pm <<Yes! Chimera likes hugs.>> *They slither out from beneath the couch and look around. Where are hugs? Where is affection? It's so lonely, not counting its main companions.* Arcee-Autobot 7:52 pm [[ Brb I've got to go stop a Child from eating a Crayon again]] NoodlesAtNight 7:52 pm ((omg go o)) MedicalMurdersaurus 7:52 pm *does his best BLEH dead impression* yup NoodlesAtNight 7:52 pm {{Kay. Bird go usurp Grimlock now.}} chronosmith 7:52 pm *also has big secretary bird legs, but they're not made of feelers, and attached to him. They're carrying him into the room RIGHT NOW. And rolling at their heels is his Whirlipede* MedicalMurdersaurus 7:53 pm :V King Bird Swervester 7:53 pm [Oh no Chimera's cute. Hello Swerve has a lap] opatoes 7:53 pm /Oops! More people are here! Smokescreen's turning around on the couch so he's upside down on it again./ SpecsTheSpectralDragon 7:53 pm *THE HUGS ARE UPON THEE, CHIMERA. dragonflop. It Is Hug Time.* NoodlesAtNight 7:53 pm {{Get tiny crown, neheheh.}}

[[Greetings, Whirl. And - ah. Has it been named yet?]] opatoes 7:53 pm !! Arcee! Cee! Arc! How're you doing? MedicalMurdersaurus 7:54 pm YAH! Little tiny crown for Bird : > Then you bossy everyone kehehheh MORE bossy NoodlesAtNight 7:54 pm *Chimera briefly coils around the dragon in an overjoyed hug before slithering toward the couch and the patted lap.* <<Small dragon comes with Chimera to sit on the Short Legs bot. Yes?>> chronosmith 7:54 pm Not yet. I'm gonna see if our resident braniac can communicate with it, and ask if it has one. NoodlesAtNight 7:55 pm {{Bossiest Bird. It because Bird knows best.}} SpecsTheSpectralDragon 7:55 pm As long as the Short Legs bot is alright with it. I know some people have issues with fur. *but she likes These Hugs and will not give them up so easily* Swervester 7:55 pm Sure, come and sit. SpecsTheSpectralDragon 7:55 pm *mental note to bring a crown for bird next movie night* Yesterday NoodlesAtNight 7:56 pm //Hey! I ain't missed nothin', right?// *Rumble's jogging downstairs.* //Frenzy didn't wanna get the frag outta the washracks. Hey, Whirl! Whirl's tire.// NoodlesAtNight 7:56 pm [[He hopes the resident brainiac is successful.]] chronosmith 7:57 pm Me too. *perks up a bit, and bobs his head at Rumble* Hey, mech. Long time no see. *and with great aplomb, he is on the couch. His tire goes underneath it again* Sorry I haven't made it, y'know. Out much. MedicalMurdersaurus 7:57 pm *bobbles his head in agreement, still "dead" on the floor* NoodlesAtNight 7:59 pm //Hey, you don't gotta apologize. I been stuck on night shifts cuz SOMEONE--// *And here he throws an empty cube at Laserbeak* //Complained she couldn't get no sleep at night with me 'n the bro down here.// MedicalMurdersaurus 7:59 pm !!! chronosmith 7:59 pm ((every time this video comes up I am mesmerized)) opatoes 7:59 pm /Also Smokescreen's going to get up and dance to this!/ chronosmith 7:59 pm ((no matter what I'm doing)) NoodlesAtNight 8:00 pm *Rumble hops up onto Whirl's couch and blows a raspberry at Bird. She blats back at him.* {{It work, too, if Buzzsaw not blab tell Bird not sleeping then.}} NoodlesAtNight 8:01 pm ((AHEM nobody saw that)) NoodlesAtNight 8:02 pm ((we'll start in 5-10)) MedicalMurdersaurus 8:03 pm *pops up* You Bird can hang out with Me Swoop! You can with Swoop instead : > SpecsTheSpectralDragon 8:04 pm ((me dissociating)) chronosmith 8:04 pm Pfft. What a narc. Well, I'll try and make these more often. I would say I've been busy, but that's a lie. MedicalMurdersaurus 8:05 pm ((that cat vine is soundwave's life, huh? opening the door and a million cute screaming faces)) NoodlesAtNight 8:05 pm {{Bird do that. Swoop not blabber.}}

((ABSOLUTELY his life)) SpecsTheSpectralDragon 8:05 pm Oh, there was /my/ friday night. chronosmith 8:05 pm *snickers* SpecsTheSpectralDragon 8:06 pm And this is monday. NoodlesAtNight 8:06 pm {{BIRD}} MedicalMurdersaurus 8:06 pm :V Bird NoodlesAtNight 8:06 pm //Whatcha been doin' then? The ship fixed up all the way yet?// SpecsTheSpectralDragon 8:08 pm And /that's/ why docents are a thing. NoodlesAtNight 8:08 pm [[Oh, look. Movie nights.]] SpecsTheSpectralDragon 8:08 pm *snickers* MedicalMurdersaurus 8:09 pm OH BIRD NoodlesAtNight 8:09 pm ((all right so, WARNINGS: Actually, not many. Cancer, needles, mention of racism and related -isms, creepy critters from outer space.)) MedicalMurdersaurus 8:09 pm biiiird chronosmith 8:09 pm It's getting there. I've got to convince someone to come down to Cybertron to do work on it for a few days, which is going to be fun, since negotiation isn't really what you'd all my STRONG suit, but y'know. Gotta do what you gotta do. SpecsTheSpectralDragon 8:09 pm ((o7)) MedicalMurdersaurus 8:10 pm *spazzing out* biRD NoodlesAtNight 8:10 pm {{What!?}} MedicalMurdersaurus 8:10 pm Me SWOOP want to Halloween candy for you!!! NoodlesAtNight 8:10 pm //You want we should lean on 'em?// NoodlesAtNight 8:11 pm {{Pffff. Swoop whole two week late. Halloween not til next year.}} Today MedicalMurdersaurus 8:11 pm No n ono no! SpecsTheSpectralDragon 8:11 pm Put dry ice inside their plating until they agree to help you. *the dragon does not know what negotiation is* MedicalMurdersaurus 8:11 pm Me Swoop DO Halloween! Us Dinobots all Halloween. NoodlesAtNight 8:11 pm *Chimera settles in to watch a movie with the Short Legs mech and the Dragon. They're quite content; this is a good night already.* MedicalMurdersaurus 8:11 pm Me Swoop lots and LOTS of candy for You Bird! From trick or treat : > SpecsTheSpectralDragon 8:11 pm *loafs up on Chimera. comfy.* NoodlesAtNight 8:11 pm *Her visor has never been so bright, Swoop.* {{You not eat?}} MedicalMurdersaurus 8:12 pm Nah! It for You Bird : > Boomtank 8:12 pm -Is he here in time?- NoodlesAtNight 8:12 pm *Soundwave's attention is RIGHT on the screen. Blaster missed maybe 20 seconds.* *He waves a feeler over his back. Greetings.* Boomtank 8:12 pm -phew. Going to wave back and sit in a free chair- opatoes 8:13 pm Is that kid a centaur? NoodlesAtNight 8:13 pm [[Don't be silly. It's a toy.]] NoodlesAtNight 8:14 pm *...Oh. Oh, she's -- oh. Her spawn.* SpecsTheSpectralDragon 8:14 pm *winces. that poor docent.* MedicalMurdersaurus 8:14 pm *wiggles* Me Swoop hide candy so noooo Dinobots can get! It for You Bird : > Boomtank 8:14 pm ...... chronosmith 8:15 pm Nah, nah. Intimidation won't help me a lot here. Gotta trust these people to build my bulkheads, after all. NoodlesAtNight 8:15 pm {{You Swoop - uhhhhhh.}} *She sort of dances from clawfoot to clawfoot.* {{You want share?}} //Oh, huh. Yeah, that's true. Bribe 'em?// Boomtank 8:15 pm ........ NoodlesAtNight 8:15 pm *Oh, look. It's like the tv in Soundwave's apartment.* chronosmith 8:16 pm Sort of. Just paying em. The money isn't the hard part, I've... acquired some shanix. But not a lot of aliens wanna come to Cybertron. MedicalMurdersaurus 8:16 pm No no! *clearly she is confused* Me Swoop not share it. Me Swoop get for Bird! NoodlesAtNight 8:16 pm *Thin birdy squeal.* Boomtank 8:16 pm !!! NoodlesAtNight 8:16 pm [[...Are you all right, Blaster? You feel concerned.]] MedicalMurdersaurus 8:16 pm !!! MedicalMurdersaurus 8:17 pm Keeheh Boomtank 8:17 pm Ah, no, I'm fine Just tired opatoes 8:17 pm Oww Boomtank 8:17 pm -he means it. Mostly- SpecsTheSpectralDragon 8:17 pm *that docent is /deeply/ dissociated. how long has it been after the death of her charge?* opatoes 8:17 pm ... Also, hey, Soundwave, I might've brought a book with me, if you wanna read it with me. NoodlesAtNight 8:18 pm *Soundwave glances toward Smokescreen. Then back to the movie. Then the bot, and the movie, and--- hhhhh.* [[What book?]] opatoes 8:19 pm /Smokescreen's still upside down, holding the covenant out./ I mean- we can do it later! /He's half expecting the movie to go into ruined cities and he brought a distraction with him just in case/ NoodlesAtNight 8:20 pm *Light flicker.* [[He would like that. But for the moment--]] *He nods toward the screen. Communication, Smokescreen. He can't miss it.* //So maybe you ask 'em to do the buildin' off Cybertron. Take it to Earth, or somethin'.// SpecsTheSpectralDragon 8:21 pm ((ma'am, I would absolutely not be going to class if aliens showed up in america)) NoodlesAtNight 8:21 pm [[She seems so surprised by the lack of students.]] SpecsTheSpectralDragon 8:21 pm ((I'd be getting my butt to montana and putting on my chapstick)) NoodlesAtNight 8:21 pm ((LOL)) Impactbabyrobo 8:21 pm ((hee)) SpecsTheSpectralDragon 8:21 pm ((I will be the FIRST person to kissu an alien)) chronosmith 8:21 pm ((count me second)) Arcee-Autobot 8:21 pm [[ Wow Finally back after Wrestling a child]] verdigrisprowl 8:21 pm *arrives late* NoodlesAtNight 8:22 pm ((wb! and hi impact!)) *Soundwave is immediately reaching for Prowl to update him. Prowl. Prowl. You have to see.* Impactbabyrobo 8:22 pm *scoots in, not loudly announcing her presence for once because the movie has already started* ((hiii)) NoodlesAtNight 8:22 pm *Chimera beeps at Impact. They remember her.* Boomtank 8:22 pm Oh! -now the movie has his full attention- verdigrisprowl 8:22 pm *takes his usual s—oh, he's being grabbed at* What did I miss? Arcee-Autobot 8:22 pm [[ turns out the kid wasn't eating the crayon, no no, she had it up her nose and stuck]] Impactbabyrobo 8:22 pm Chimera! 3😀 chronosmith 8:22 pm That's the thing, I can't get it off-planet until it's fixed. ...huh. Appropriate, that we're watching a movie about translation, isn't it? Impactbabyrobo 8:23 pm *skedoodles over to Chimera* MedicalMurdersaurus 8:23 pm *digs around in his subspace to see if he has any goodies on him to give to Bird* Arcee-Autobot 8:23 pm *Arcee takes a seat wherever is available next to whomever is alright with it* NoodlesAtNight 8:23 pm *BAM instant update of data. Human lady's spawn died of sickness, she is very numb, something landed on the planet, people are freaking out. She's being asked to translate alien creatures.* MedicalMurdersaurus 8:23 pm *pulls out one of Arcee's knives instead* NoodlesAtNight 8:23 pm [[He's skipping so many steps.]] NoodlesAtNight 8:24 pm [[Idiot. How do you expect someone to understand a brand new language without exposure?]] Impactbabyrobo 8:24 pm Uh-huh! Boomtank 8:24 pm It can't be done Not with that short of a clip, at that quality opatoes 8:24 pm Are they just expecting her to be like "These growls are probably angry growls" chronosmith 8:24 pm Honestly I don't get why they thought they'd be successful with that. SpecsTheSpectralDragon 8:24 pm They want a miracle, not an answer. Impactbabyrobo 8:24 pm Boooooo Arcee-Autobot 8:24 pm *Confused Arcee has no real idea whats going on around her* MedicalMurdersaurus 8:25 pm *offers Bird the knife instead* NoodlesAtNight 8:25 pm [[Of course they are. Humans are as fearful as we are. They want a reason to shoot.]] chronosmith 8:25 pm Anyway, hey, Prowl. You figured out how to speak to your little guy. Any chance you might be able to decipher tire? Boomtank 8:25 pm Well SpecsTheSpectralDragon 8:25 pm Landing outside of her house? How rude. verdigrisprowl 8:25 pm You know how when an engineer says he can build something in two days and his superior demands it in two hours, like his superior thinks that will get faster results? I think it's that. Boomtank 8:25 pm They REALLY want answers verdigrisprowl 8:25 pm ... "Tire"? Boomtank 8:25 pm And yeah, they're...they're being unreasonable NoodlesAtNight 8:26 pm *Just your average group of bots scattered across the multiverse coming together to chatter about themselves and the movie, Arcee. Nothing too much to think about. Just enjoy yourself.* Impactbabyrobo 8:26 pm *also a Child* NoodlesAtNight 8:26 pm *Bird takes the knife and makes stabbing motions at the air. She's thrilled.*

//I mean, you got a bridge, don't ya? Anyhow, appropriate how?// NoodlesAtNight 8:27 pm [[If she wrote it, he likes her.]] MedicalMurdersaurus 8:27 pm Keehee <3 Impactbabyrobo 8:27 pm ruuuuude opatoes 8:27 pm Wow what an aft Like... Without language, how are you gonna communicate your science? Boomtank 8:27 pm There is more than one cornerstone NoodlesAtNight 8:28 pm [[Thank you, Blaster.]] verdigrisprowl 8:28 pm The cornerstone of civilization is a desire and intent to cooperate. Impactbabyrobo 8:28 pm You need several for a building! verdigrisprowl 8:28 pm They're both thinking too high level. Boomtank 8:28 pm Egos verdigrisprowl 8:28 pm ... But a desire to cooperate leads to language a lot faster than it leads to science. MedicalMurdersaurus 8:28 pm You Bird stab bot! That more fun than talky movie! Boomtank 8:28 pm That's it NoodlesAtNight 8:28 pm [[Yes. Yes it does.]] SpecsTheSpectralDragon 8:28 pm It's an egg. Boomtank 8:29 pm And what the hell? NoodlesAtNight 8:29 pm {{Us go stab bot now?}} *Blink blink.* chronosmith 8:29 pm Yeah. Tire creature. *looks down--and then bends over, peeking under the couch. His Whirlipede rolls out, nearly smacking him in the face* That. This. MedicalMurdersaurus 8:29 pm *grins and shrugs, why does she think he has a PLAN?* chronosmith 8:29 pm And, I was referring to this, Rumble. *gestures to himself, Prowl, and the Whirlipede* NoodlesAtNight 8:30 pm //Oh! Oh, yeah, that's - that's appropriate. Don't think your guy comes in no 1200 foot tall egg though. Heh.// verdigrisprowl 8:30 pm Oh. Yes. It was at another movie night recently, wasn't it? SCProwl 8:31 pm *Prowl arrives late as hell* What have I missed so far? NoodlesAtNight 8:31 pm {{...Bird knows bot. Him rude. Call Chimera dumb toy. Us go stab.}} *Soundwave immediately connects the other Prowl to a visual feed and a solid catchup list of data* Boomtank 8:31 pm -squirms- verdigrisprowl 8:31 pm ((WHO SHIT TALKED CHIMERA)) Boomtank 8:31 pm -needles, no thanks- Impactbabyrobo 8:31 pm ((PROTECT CHIMERA)) opatoes 8:31 pm But- that's true, Impact! NoodlesAtNight 8:32 pm ((a dead mech)) SCProwl 8:32 pm Thank you, Soundwave. Impactbabyrobo 8:32 pm 3😀 ((nice)) verdigrisprowl 8:32 pm ((boy, are they ever)) chronosmith 8:32 pm *to Rumble* Not that I know of, but if it does, then damn, I need to ask if I can move in with IT.

*to Prowl* Yep! Hung out a couple of weeks back. *it's rolling around now, having been released from its self-imposed imprisonment under the couch* MedicalMurdersaurus 8:32 pm Yaahhhh! Stabbing! *double fist pump* SpecsTheSpectralDragon 8:32 pm ((the dragon will kill)) Boomtank 8:32 pm ((murder NoodlesAtNight 8:32 pm [[That is not what he's saying, you--]] SpecsTheSpectralDragon 8:33 pm That's why you bring a rebreather. verdigrisprowl 8:33 pm He's saying that they're taking great pains NOT to suffocate the humans. SCProwl 8:33 pm They've been trained to see threats where there might not even be one. SpecsTheSpectralDragon 8:33 pm ((scuba is fun)) verdigrisprowl 8:34 pm When all you have is a hammer, everything looks like a nail. opatoes 8:34 pm Soundwave, is this like Shape of the Water? Impactbabyrobo 8:34 pm *digs around in her subspace for a bit, before going "aha!" and pulling out a bit of tinsel* SpecsTheSpectralDragon 8:34 pm ((it would be if I was there)) ((wink wonk)) Impactbabyrobo 8:34 pm Oh, the movie with the lady and fish guy and the romance? NoodlesAtNight 8:34 pm *Bird floats up and sneaks toward the door. She's gonna sneak out and have herself a good night with Swoop in tow.* chronosmith 8:34 pm ((i gotta see the aliens before I make my verdict)) opatoes 8:34 pm Yeah! The romance movie. Impactbabyrobo 8:34 pm *offers tinsel bit to chimera* opatoes 8:34 pm Are they gonna romance the aliens in this one? ... It's not like Alien, is it? NoodlesAtNight 8:34 pm *Get some lessons taught to dumb bots with more mouth than desire to keep their limbs.* opatoes 8:35 pm isn't that the bean in chicago SpecsTheSpectralDragon 8:35 pm ((look, if aliens land on earth, idc what they look like. I'm giving 'em a smooching if the smooching is non-harmful to the aliens and they agree to be smooched.)) Impactbabyrobo 8:35 pm anish kapoooooooor! NoodlesAtNight 8:35 pm *Both Ravage and Chimera lift their heads. Tinsel?* SpecsTheSpectralDragon 8:35 pm ((I /will/ be the first human to smooch an alien)) MedicalMurdersaurus 8:35 pm *is down for both watching AND unnecessarily cauterizing wounds, because that's what friends are for* verdigrisprowl 8:35 pm ((look. i'm ace.)) ((but if aliens landed, i WOULD be dtf.)) SpecsTheSpectralDragon 8:35 pm ((literally same)) opatoes 8:35 pm ((ill be in line to smooch an alien asap NoodlesAtNight 8:35 pm ((agree)) MedicalMurdersaurus 8:35 pm ((James Tiptree has a story about that LOL)) Arcee-Autobot 8:35 pm [[ But what if Aliens want to smooch you??]] Impactbabyrobo 8:36 pm *😮 thinks, then divides tinsel into two pieces* ((saaaame)) NoodlesAtNight 8:36 pm ((then they may form their own line)) SpecsTheSpectralDragon 8:36 pm ((if aliens want to smooch me back hell yeah)) verdigrisprowl 8:36 pm ... I've seen a species that uses craft like that. Impactbabyrobo 8:37 pm *beams and holds out one tinsel bit toward Chimera and one toward Ravage* 3😀 Boomtank 8:37 pm -watching intently- chronosmith 8:37 pm ((same tbh but in movie aliens i got some standards)) opatoes 8:37 pm ((I feel like the best case scenario for aliens is that they come here and are dtf and nice NoodlesAtNight 8:37 pm <<Sit with Chimera and friends,>> *they chirp to Impact, nosing around the tinsel. It's a good couch. Swerve, them, the dragon.* SpecsTheSpectralDragon 8:37 pm ((that's valid)) NoodlesAtNight 8:37 pm *Ravage just gobbles it with bright optics and streeeeeeetches on the floor.* verdigrisprowl 8:37 pm ((yeah fair. if we're looking at the whole range of fictional aliens we can afford to be choosy. SpecsTheSpectralDragon 8:37 pm *the dragon is having a cozy loaf on Chimera. all is well with the world.* NoodlesAtNight 8:37 pm [[Which species, Prowl?]] verdigrisprowl 8:37 pm ... ............ I forgot their name. Impactbabyrobo 8:37 pm Okay! *sits!* SpecsTheSpectralDragon 8:38 pm ((me, grabbing a yaujita in one arm and a protoss in the other: mine)) NoodlesAtNight 8:38 pm [[Oh. If you remember, let him know. He is curious. And... that is an odd way for something to behave on Earth.]] chronosmith 8:38 pm ((me, holding a shoggoth in the air: mine!)) SpecsTheSpectralDragon 8:38 pm Huh. That's not how gravity works. Boomtank 8:38 pm What. verdigrisprowl 8:38 pm ... I don't know whether they do that on the inside. SpecsTheSpectralDragon 8:38 pm ((you are a big dumb gay and you are BEYOND valid, cy)) Boomtank 8:38 pm Oh wow chronosmith 8:38 pm ((thank you my friend 😎 )) NoodlesAtNight 8:38 pm [[....Fascinating.]] SpecsTheSpectralDragon 8:39 pm I want to do that. That would be so much fun to fly in. Impactbabyrobo 8:39 pm Wooaahhh! chronosmith 8:39 pm Yeah, that is pretty damn neat. Wonder if I can get THAT installed. Boomtank 8:39 pm Looks like fun NoodlesAtNight 8:39 pm *Chimera nudges Impact's arm. Welcome to the couch. ... It will bite off a tiny piece of tinsel for her. Sharing!* [[If you get that installed, show him how.]] chronosmith 8:40 pm Will do. NoodlesAtNight 8:40 pm [[He has an idea of how to use it.]] chronosmith 8:40 pm Oh? verdigrisprowl 8:40 pm ... I think that should be possible in our ships. Boomtank 8:40 pm Don't fall Impactbabyrobo 8:40 pm *oh gosh! Impact toys fiddles with the tinsel bit happily* SpecsTheSpectralDragon 8:40 pm *if people are being hospitalized due to alien stress, you might not want to force someone into the alien ship.* I suppose the space elevators would be like that if the gravity wasn't standardized. chronosmith 8:40 pm All else fails, I can get a really BIG magnet. NoodlesAtNight 8:40 pm *Still thinking, Chimera continues separating their tinsel bit. A portion for Swerve and a portion for the dragon.* Swervester 8:41 pm Thanks. verdigrisprowl 8:41 pm *slowly turns to look at whirl* Impactbabyrobo 8:41 pm ((chimera is too precious)) Swervester 8:41 pm [he's gonna chew on that slowly] chronosmith 8:41 pm Like, the biggest. verdigrisprowl 8:41 pm ... Do you have a potential source for this really big magnet. chronosmith 8:41 pm Not yet I don't. Swervester 8:41 pm Knowing our ship, we probably have one somewhere in Brainstorm's lab verdigrisprowl 8:41 pm Ah. *the slightest hint of disappointment* NoodlesAtNight 8:41 pm [[She is having trouble not panicking, he thinks.]] *Eyeing the linguist.* chronosmith 8:42 pm But that would be a hell of a security system. 'Oh, you wanna cause trouble? Say hello to my electro-magnet, idiot.' NoodlesAtNight 8:42 pm //...Frag's the bird for?// chronosmith 8:42 pm Company? Impactbabyrobo 8:42 pm Oh oh! I think I know! SpecsTheSpectralDragon 8:42 pm *the dragon churrs, but pushes her tinsel bit back to Chimera* Organics don't need tinsel. You should eat this. NoodlesAtNight 8:42 pm //Oh. Huh, I guess they might like pets.// Impactbabyrobo 8:42 pm It's like, mining! Boomtank 8:42 pm A bribe? Impactbabyrobo 8:42 pm If the air gets bad, the bird has a hard time first! SpecsTheSpectralDragon 8:42 pm If the bird can breathe, so can they, I presume. Boomtank 8:42 pm Is that what he said? Impactbabyrobo 8:42 pm Which is sad for the bird 😞 NoodlesAtNight 8:42 pm //Mining?//

*Chimera blinks, then gobbles the tinsel.* <<Okay.>> Arcee-Autobot 8:42 pm *Arcee just holds a Large bowl of human popcorn, its weird but she likes it?* SpecsTheSpectralDragon 8:43 pm ((show us the sexy)) NoodlesAtNight 8:43 pm //Oh. ... Good thing that didn't happen to our Bird.// NoodlesAtNight 8:43 pm *Soundwave IMMEDIATELY on the edge of his seat* SpecsTheSpectralDragon 8:43 pm ((OH MY GOD THEY ARE OCTOPOGGLES)) chronosmith 8:43 pm (( 👀 )) (( 👀 👀 👀 )) Boomtank 8:43 pm Oh wow NoodlesAtNight 8:43 pm *A feeler already trying to paw at Prowl. Did he. Did he see. Did he see? He saw?* verdigrisprowl 8:43 pm ... The species I know of didn't look like that. MedicalMurdersaurus 8:43 pm ((they did a great job getting inhuman across but man did they make them huggable)) SpecsTheSpectralDragon 8:44 pm ((I know, right)) ((I just wanna smorch)) verdigrisprowl 8:44 pm *yes, yes, he saw, he— takes feeler. are you okay?* Boomtank 8:44 pm What....what were those? How were they moving? The speaking sounds like a...a...a whale NoodlesAtNight 8:44 pm *SOUNDS HOW HE SEES THEM* opatoes 8:44 pm why. why do they have to have tentacles SpecsTheSpectralDragon 8:44 pm Because they're a sensible species. NoodlesAtNight 8:45 pm *Yes, he's all right. He's excited. Prowl is getting multiple forms of happy pings.* opatoes 8:45 pm Tentacles aren't sensible! verdigrisprowl 8:45 pm *oh. well then. sends two happy pings back.* Impactbabyrobo 8:45 pm Tentacles are useful! verdigrisprowl 8:45 pm *he's keeping this feeler.* opatoes 8:45 pm They're all wiggly and slimy Boomtank 8:46 pm -the movie has all his attention- They're trying to communicate? SpecsTheSpectralDragon 8:46 pm Soundwave isn't slimy. Impactbabyrobo 8:46 pm Yeah! Boomtank 8:46 pm No, they are Impactbabyrobo 8:46 pm I had feelers once! NoodlesAtNight 8:46 pm [[They are not whales. He has seen whales. They look - they resemble octopus. But not right. No, not Earth ones.]] Boomtank 8:46 pm No, they SOUND like whales NoodlesAtNight 8:46 pm [[And his feelers are not slimy.]] *He wiggles the one in Prowl's hands. See.* Boomtank 8:47 pm But yes, the look like octopus verdigrisprowl 8:47 pm They appear to have more... firm joints, than octopus. chronosmith 8:47 pm *peers closely* NoodlesAtNight 8:47 pm [[Oh. They do have similar sounds. To some degree.]] *Nodding.* [[Yes. Like fingers.]] [[Don't introduce your species covered up. You will confuse them.]] Boomtank 8:48 pm Yeah! verdigrisprowl 8:48 pm They might just think humans look orange and wrinkly. chronosmith 8:48 pm Wait around a second. Maybe they're going to get something. SpecsTheSpectralDragon 8:48 pm To be fair, introducing your species dead might also be a bad thing. Impactbabyrobo 8:48 pm THey might think humans are orange! NoodlesAtNight 8:48 pm [[At least they would be able to see one. ... What is - is that ink?]] chronosmith 8:48 pm Oh damn. It farted. Boomtank 8:48 pm It's not going to help.....oh... SpecsTheSpectralDragon 8:48 pm ...Nice. opatoes 8:48 pm .... Ooooh, that's cool NoodlesAtNight 8:48 pm *PERK* [[A symbol.]] Boomtank 8:48 pm It's WRITING Impactbabyrobo 8:49 pm Oooooh! SpecsTheSpectralDragon 8:49 pm Writing is easier to analyze, too, compared to trying to get verbal speaking analyzed. NoodlesAtNight 8:49 pm *Already logging the writing and identifying anything that might be important - spires, thicknesses, branch locations, circle breaks--* verdigrisprowl 8:49 pm *squints* ... I wonder if those are sentences or words. Boomtank 8:50 pm -definitely doing the same- chronosmith 8:50 pm *turns his attention to the tire, which is going through a tour of Underneath Everyone's Seat* Can YOU do that?

*it looks at him, briefly, but doesn't respond* SpecsTheSpectralDragon 8:51 pm ((same with the yucatan peninsula!)) chronosmith 8:51 pm ((the kangaroo one is a myth)) SpecsTheSpectralDragon 8:51 pm ((bah, there's the racism)) ((wait, really?)) ((I know the yuctan- LMAO)) Boomtank 8:51 pm Ah? Impactbabyrobo 8:51 pm ((yucatan?)) chronosmith 8:51 pm Oh, I can translate that. *lowers voice eerily* Before you do... you see the ring. NoodlesAtNight 8:52 pm *Glancing at Prowl, all his ongoing marks on his visor.* [[What makes you ask that?]] *He's curious about what's on Prowl's mind.* chronosmith 8:52 pm And, yeah, isn't it supposed to be, like math? That's how you form a basis of communication? Gotta exchange math. SpecsTheSpectralDragon 8:52 pm ((apparently "yucatan" means "I don't understand")) verdigrisprowl 8:52 pm If you exchange math, then you know math. NoodlesAtNight 8:52 pm *....Ping to Blaster. Want to compare notes?* chronosmith 8:53 pm Yeah. You do that, bam, you've translated what your numbers look like. Boomtank 8:53 pm -Yes! Pings back excitement- opatoes 8:53 pm ... Oooh, this is cool. chronosmith 8:53 pm ((Joe Alien: my alias for committing crimes in roswell new mexico)) NoodlesAtNight 8:53 pm *Good. He will absolutely be sharing things throughout the movie.*

[[She knows her job well.]] SpecsTheSpectralDragon 8:53 pm ((lmao cy I love you)) verdigrisprowl 8:54 pm *glances back at Soundwave* Just trying to figure it out. SpecsTheSpectralDragon 8:54 pm It's a shame the other humans won't let her /do/ her job. Impactbabyrobo 8:54 pm ((omg)) Mmmhmm! Boomtank 8:54 pm She does. She's knows what she's doing and that's why the military took her there chronosmith 8:55 pm So like, following that line hypothetically... you get your numbers. You exchange math. You can write out "two," and put two of an object down, right? Then they already know the number, and they can figure out what the second part is by looking at the objects. SpecsTheSpectralDragon 8:55 pm ((mhm, I'm not liking the fact that the symbol for human looks like a planet getting hit by something)) Boomtank 8:55 pm Oh! Write 'human' again and pass it around ....not that opatoes 8:55 pm w. whoa NoodlesAtNight 8:55 pm [[...No. No, he sees what she is doing.]] SCProwl 8:55 pm *trying to analyze the writing herself* Boomtank 8:55 pm Okay, she's...got a point, but yikes verdigrisprowl 8:56 pm Now they might think the word on her board means "naked." SpecsTheSpectralDragon 8:56 pm Rebreathers, human. Impactbabyrobo 8:56 pm Hee! SpecsTheSpectralDragon 8:56 pm You cannot learn or teach if you are /dead/. NoodlesAtNight 8:56 pm [[If they understand clothes. They do not seem to have any.]] Boomtank 8:56 pm Okay, she's trying, but...no NoodlesAtNight 8:56 pm *Ohhh. What a beautiful appendage.* verdigrisprowl 8:57 pm ((don't tap the aquarium)) chronosmith 8:57 pm Neat. SpecsTheSpectralDragon 8:57 pm This is not exactly how I would go about things, myself. But I dislike dying. Without her charge... She may not dislike it so much... Boomtank 8:57 pm Oh! NoodlesAtNight 8:58 pm [[Good. This will help.]] SpecsTheSpectralDragon 8:58 pm It's a different symbol. ((I love how you can hear the resignation in his voice with this one. just. "sir, the scientists are being fools.")) verdigrisprowl 8:58 pm (("the nerds are fucking around again")) Boomtank 8:58 pm ((yup Boomtank 8:59 pm ((like 'here we go, they're being stupid' chronosmith 8:59 pm So, their n--yeah! verdigrisprowl 8:59 pm Pfff! SpecsTheSpectralDragon 8:59 pm Names indicate personhood, which means they can presumably understand a collective and personal "you," which means she's done her job. NoodlesAtNight 8:59 pm [[Look how they move...]] verdigrisprowl 8:59 pm what's alien circle speak for "who's on first?" chronosmith 8:59 pm *snickers* NoodlesAtNight 8:59 pm [[He will tell you as soon as he has the necessary data.]] Impactbabyrobo 9:00 pm *obnoxiously loud HA!* Boomtank 9:00 pm -miiight be bouncing a bit- verdigrisprowl 9:00 pm They could still be wrong about the names. SCProwl 9:00 pm If this provides us with enough data for that. chronosmith 9:00 pm See, prowl, another reason to teach them numbers first--they can get that 7 x 13 = 28 bit. verdigrisprowl 9:00 pm Maybe they thought the humans were labeling their genders and presented their own. Hff. Fair point. SCProwl 9:00 pm If they have a concept of gender. verdigrisprowl 9:00 pm A big if. verdigrisprowl 9:01 pm An alarming number of organic species do, though. SpecsTheSpectralDragon 9:01 pm Gender starts as needing to know what bits go together to produce babies. NoodlesAtNight 9:02 pm [[The more humans they present with names the better. They could form groups according to what they consider their genders later.]] verdigrisprowl 9:02 pm ... That can't be right. There are Cybertrons and colonies with genders. SpecsTheSpectralDragon 9:02 pm Oh. I don't know, then. Boomtank 9:02 pm The more humans they present should look similar, so they don't get too confused NoodlesAtNight 9:02 pm [[...Oh! Humans can create identical twin spawn. Bring a pair of them. Have them introduce their names.]] MedicalMurdersaurus 9:02 pm *elsewhere, swoop is off being such a boy, all the boy, a terrible boy* Boomtank 9:03 pm Because Prowl has a point, it is entirely possible they thought they were introducing gender verdigrisprowl 9:03 pm Or anything else. verdigrisprowl 9:04 pm I use that as an example because organics seem fixated on that. Boomtank 9:04 pm And that is a good idea, identical twins SCProwl 9:04 pm Job. Caste. Skin pigment. NoodlesAtNight 9:04 pm *Pleased hum.* Boomtank 9:04 pm Still, it's correct, they don't know if it's names or what verdigrisprowl 9:05 pm *oh! translations!* chronosmith 9:05 pm *tilts his head. He's honestly interested* Boomtank 9:05 pm OH! -yup, excitement here- NoodlesAtNight 9:05 pm *Oh, his spark. His fans are on and spinning wlidly now. Gotta find out how they got all those.* Impactbabyrobo 9:05 pm Oooooooh SpecsTheSpectralDragon 9:05 pm *the dragon is also extremely interested* SCProwl 9:05 pm *memorizes all of those logograms that just appeared* Boomtank 9:06 pm -the curiosity is going to /kill/ him at this rate- NoodlesAtNight 9:06 pm *They shall die together.* Boomtank 9:07 pm -hopefully that isn't the case- verdigrisprowl 9:08 pm I THINK he's trying to apologize for being a jerk. He's not doing very well at it. NoodlesAtNight 9:08 pm [[At least he is trying.]] Boomtank 9:08 pm ............ verdigrisprowl 9:08 pm That's true. ... What's there to protest? The aliens haven't DONE anything. NoodlesAtNight 9:08 pm [[Nothing. They're afraid.]] Boomtank 9:08 pm What....are...are they...ugh Impactbabyrobo 9:08 pm UGH SCProwl 9:09 pm *frowns* opatoes 9:09 pm Uuuugh humans NoodlesAtNight 9:09 pm [[That is /not/ the smartest thing.]] Boomtank 9:09 pm Nooooo, that's a BAD idea Impactbabyrobo 9:09 pm bluuuh SpecsTheSpectralDragon 9:09 pm ((whirlmun, the local hyena is not sleeping when she's supposed to be, go swat her on the nose for me)) Boomtank 9:09 pm So far they have done nothing but sit there, don't aggravate them NoodlesAtNight 9:09 pm [[Their species is so advanced you know nothing about how they communicate between ships, or even what the ships are made of, and you think your puny human military can impress them?]] opatoes 9:09 pm Look, they were able to travel from who knows where here. They probably are better equipped and- yeah. chronosmith 9:09 pm Honestly, yeah. SpecsTheSpectralDragon 9:10 pm Showing your claws is not helpful when the other dragon has bigger ones. chronosmith 9:10 pm I'm a big fan of bigging yourself up, but if you OBVIOUSLY can't back it up, then it's just sad. Boomtank 9:10 pm Don't even know WHY they're there, it could only be to sightsee NoodlesAtNight 9:10 pm //Seriously. Even I know that.// chronosmith 9:10 pm ((and specs I surely will)) SpecsTheSpectralDragon 9:11 pm ((thank u)) NoodlesAtNight 9:11 pm *Snagging everything he can off background shots? Yes.* SpecsTheSpectralDragon 9:11 pm She's very unconvincing. Boomtank 9:11 pm -good, he may have missed some- chronosmith 9:11 pm ((ALSO, I can still barely see them, but all evidence suggests that these are the kind of aliens I'd 1000% want to smooch on)) Impactbabyrobo 9:11 pm *pokes where her own nose would be if she had one* SCProwl 9:12 pm *not alone in that, Prowl's already trying to analyze the symbols against what's already been shown on screen* Impactbabyrobo 9:12 pm ((get it)) verdigrisprowl 9:12 pm *... pings soundwave* NoodlesAtNight 9:12 pm *Glance?* SpecsTheSpectralDragon 9:12 pm ((absolutely the smoochable aliens)) verdigrisprowl 9:12 pm *he's started doing what she's doing on the screen: counting and marking all the points and lines and such.* NoodlesAtNight 9:13 pm *!!!!* [[....Er.]] Impactbabyrobo 9:13 pm 😮??? chronosmith 9:13 pm ((time 2 kiss)) SpecsTheSpectralDragon 9:13 pm *what the* chronosmith 9:13 pm Huh. Boomtank 9:13 pm ....um. SpecsTheSpectralDragon 9:13 pm ((TIME TO KISS)) opatoes 9:13 pm ... I will say those aliens do sound nice NoodlesAtNight 9:13 pm [[....She might need a small break.]] verdigrisprowl 9:13 pm *smooch the heptaknuckle* chronosmith 9:13 pm ((HAHA SPECS)) Boomtank 9:13 pm That....was..... SpecsTheSpectralDragon 9:13 pm ((kissu! kissu! kissu!)) verdigrisprowl 9:13 pm ((THAT WAS SUPPOSED TO BE PARENTHESES)) ((i'm leaving it idc)) opatoes 9:13 pm ((PROWL SMOOCHES THEM NoodlesAtNight 9:13 pm *Honestly, he's almost tempted, Prowl.* verdigrisprowl 9:14 pm ((thanks for covering for me cro ur a hero)) chronosmith 9:14 pm I... hmm. *peers, rubbing the underside of his helm with a claw-tip* Wonder if that's evidence of... telepathy? Like they're trying to talk to her telepathically? NoodlesAtNight 9:14 pm (( *thumbs up* )) chronosmith 9:14 pm ((who can blame prowl? No-one)) NoodlesAtNight 9:14 pm *He pings so many requests for the data Prowl has. ... And, on a whim, his timeline's Prowl as well. Just in case.* *He's offering trades.* verdigrisprowl 9:14 pm Humans typically have nonsense dreams that are made up of a mix of their current experiences. It's likely no more than that. NoodlesAtNight 9:15 pm *Softly.* [[He hopes they are telepathic.]] chronosmith 9:15 pm Yeah, but she could be having experiences she doesn't even realize she's having. Because she's not telepathic. Impactbabyrobo 9:15 pm But dreams almost always mean something in movies! SpecsTheSpectralDragon 9:15 pm It may be telepathy. I don't know how it works, but I've heard that it can damage the organic brain. chronosmith 9:15 pm Like a one-way radio. She's receiving messages, but can't send them back. Hey, prowl, look. She's on your level. verdigrisprowl 9:15 pm Hah. NoodlesAtNight 9:15 pm *Horrified moment. They wouldn't be so foolish. Would they?* Boomtank 9:16 pm .......... verdigrisprowl 9:16 pm *hopes for Soundwave that they're telepathic.* Impactbabyrobo 9:16 pm She's writing! NoodlesAtNight 9:16 pm *Didn't they see their own movie about the wargame computer?* Boomtank 9:16 pm Oh no... Impactbabyrobo 9:16 pm So cooooool! SCProwl 9:16 pm *hesitates momentarily before accepting, has been analyzing the logograms compared to other written languages she knows for any possible correlation. nothing found yet, there's only so much information to be gleaned* Boomtank 9:17 pm ..... NoodlesAtNight 9:17 pm *Don't mind Soundwave. He's just gonna slam his timeline's Prowl with everything he and Blaster have already got and seize what she's analyzed.* chronosmith 9:17 pm They're salesmen. NoodlesAtNight 9:17 pm *Spread that back to Blaster.* [[The worst kind of visitor.]] chronosmith 9:17 pm They're intergalactic door-to-door salesmen. SCProwl 9:17 pm *grateful ping* NoodlesAtNight 9:18 pm [[Do /not/ make assumptions with information that delicate!]] verdigrisprowl 9:18 pm A pack of Swindles. Impactbabyrobo 9:18 pm *giggles* SpecsTheSpectralDragon 9:18 pm It's more complicated than that because politics are problematic. Boomtank 9:19 pm -Awesome, he's going to throw it back into what he's working with to see what he can come up with- SpecsTheSpectralDragon 9:19 pm The soldier just broke in, didn't he. opatoes 9:19 pm It'd be really funny if they were just offering them like... a hard egg boiler or something NoodlesAtNight 9:19 pm *Ping ping ping ping date Prowl too. Updated information. What have you got now?* chronosmith 9:19 pm *the Whirlipede has at last satisfied itself that the underside of everyone's chair is up to inspection standards. It halts by the sofa, bouncing and spinning until it gets enough propulsion to launch itself up, roll over to Whirl's side, and settle down* NoodlesAtNight 9:20 pm [[Damned fools. Do not separate. Find out who taught which ones the word 'weapon' and how. See where the similarities pop up.]] Boomtank 9:20 pm Oh that's not good.... verdigrisprowl 9:20 pm *just that one new symbol.* Impactbabyrobo 9:20 pm 😧 NoodlesAtNight 9:21 pm [[....]] *Suspicious.* verdigrisprowl 9:21 pm *all helpfully marked up, but there's no interpretation of it.* opatoes 9:21 pm Oh. Oh no NoodlesAtNight 9:21 pm [[Oh no.]] SpecsTheSpectralDragon 9:21 pm IS HE. Impactbabyrobo 9:21 pm Is that a BOMB?! Boomtank 9:21 pm Unless...WHAT NoodlesAtNight 9:21 pm *Marked up is what he wants. It saves him time.* Boomtank 9:21 pm WHAT NO SCProwl 9:21 pm Idiots. opatoes 9:21 pm ... Man, they'll let them die in there won't they chronosmith 9:21 pm Yeah, that;s incredibly dumb. Boomtank 9:21 pm What are they doing, that's so stupid! NoodlesAtNight 9:22 pm [[They don't know.]] [[They don't know...]] chronosmith 9:22 pm I mean, I'm not a linguist, or a diplomat, or a politician, or a commander, or anything even remotely similar, but even I get that. Boomtank 9:22 pm No, the ones who put the bomb there! Impactbabyrobo 9:22 pm *Very anxious tinsel fiddling* Boomtank 9:22 pm -so worried now- SpecsTheSpectralDragon 9:23 pm Question mark? NoodlesAtNight 9:23 pm [[Mimic him.]] Boomtank 9:23 pm -internal screaming- NoodlesAtNight 9:23 pm [[He indicates the barrier. Mark it back.]] Impactbabyrobo 9:23 pm Are they trying to warn about the bomb? opatoes 9:23 pm ........... oh primus chronosmith 9:23 pm Yeah, could be. opatoes 9:23 pm I think they are Boomtank 9:24 pm -sorry Soundwave- chronosmith 9:24 pm It's probable that the bomb won't hurt them. verdigrisprowl 9:24 pm Do they know about the bomb? chronosmith 9:24 pm Dunno. (( 👀 )) Impactbabyrobo 9:25 pm THAT'S SO COOL NoodlesAtNight 9:25 pm *Leeeeeeeeeeean* opatoes 9:25 pm OOH SpecsTheSpectralDragon 9:25 pm That seemed like telepathy. NoodlesAtNight 9:25 pm [[It does know.]] chronosmith 9:25 pm Neat! NoodlesAtNight 9:25 pm [[What she's thinking.]] opatoes 9:25 pm Costello just RUNS verdigrisprowl 9:25 pm ... There's no way she could control that ink to produce the adequate symbols UNLESS she's utilizing... maybe not telepathy. Telekinesis? NoodlesAtNight 9:25 pm *COPY COPY COPY* NoodlesAtNight 9:26 pm [[Run, humans. Throw the bomb out.]] Swervester 9:26 pm Maybe the alien controlled the ink and just wanted her to make the shapes so she'd understand them? chronosmith 9:26 pm Saved her, then. opatoes 9:26 pm ... they protected them NoodlesAtNight 9:26 pm *Bows his head.* Boomtank 9:26 pm Oh... SpecsTheSpectralDragon 9:26 pm Oh. Oh no. Impactbabyrobo 9:26 pm *wounded noise* Boomtank 9:27 pm -low whine- No.... verdigrisprowl 9:27 pm Is Abbott okay? NoodlesAtNight 9:27 pm *Trying to distract himself* [[The - the ink itself could be reactive.]] verdigrisprowl 9:27 pm Yes, but it has to react to something. ... Given. verdigrisprowl 9:28 pm What they were "given." NoodlesAtNight 9:28 pm *Slow turn* [[Hm?]] SpecsTheSpectralDragon 9:28 pm Ah, they are leaving. opatoes 9:28 pm .... Noooo don't leave Boomtank 9:28 pm Can't blame them Impactbabyrobo 9:28 pm 😧 opatoes 9:28 pm 😔 Boomtank 9:28 pm If they are Impactbabyrobo 9:28 pm Noooooo SpecsTheSpectralDragon 9:28 pm Gave technology, now they leave. verdigrisprowl 9:28 pm "Give weapon." Weapon-technology-humanity-whatever-else-they-said. Boomtank 9:29 pm BECAUSE YOU ATTACKED THEM verdigrisprowl 9:29 pm They gave. That. NoodlesAtNight 9:29 pm *Diving hard into the symbols. There's so many. So very many. Prowl - Prowls? - help him and Blaster mark. Please.* verdigrisprowl 9:30 pm Maybe that's it, maybe it's—it's a diplomacy mission? They're giving communication? Impactbabyrobo 9:30 pm What're you gonna DO if they don't leave?! They can just float away! SCProwl 9:30 pm ((gd rabbit stop skipping i literally can't follow anything verdigrisprowl 9:30 pm *oh! Yeah, sure, marks up the gibberish.* SpecsTheSpectralDragon 9:30 pm I'm surprised that they believe they /can/ destroy the aliens. Human hubris at its finest. Impactbabyrobo 9:30 pm Maybe they were giving words? verdigrisprowl 9:30 pm That's what I'm saying. NoodlesAtNight 9:30 pm [[A dictionary?]] Boomtank 9:30 pm -and yes, he's trying to mark this out- Boomtank 9:31 pm -so many of them- NoodlesAtNight 9:31 pm *Primus, they're not going to work out all of those before the movie is over. They won't even work out a fraction. How do you understand something without references? What about things only seen on an alien planet?* chronosmith 9:31 pm Mmm... mutual... ism? SpecsTheSpectralDragon 9:31 pm That was not the right move, docent. chronosmith 9:31 pm Is that what she's looking for? SpecsTheSpectralDragon 9:31 pm Mutualism sounds right to me, too. verdigrisprowl 9:31 pm Symbiosis? NoodlesAtNight 9:32 pm *Does he have something? What does he have? How do they know where to start?* SCProwl 9:32 pm Gaps in the writing. Ah! Boomtank 9:33 pm AH NoodlesAtNight 9:33 pm [[That's - it's -]] *Leaning back.* [[How - how clever...]] SpecsTheSpectralDragon 9:33 pm What a turnskin. Eaten scourge human politics. Boomtank 9:34 pm ...... Impactbabyrobo 9:34 pm o_o NoodlesAtNight 9:34 pm [[Til all are one.]] *Harsh huff* verdigrisprowl 9:34 pm "Many become one," that's— *looks at Soundwave* Yes. That. chronosmith 9:34 pm Pfft. NoodlesAtNight 9:34 pm *Adoring ping.* [[Do not tell any Rodimuses.]] Boomtank 9:35 pm -soft snort- That phrase is used a lot. Even if in different words. NoodlesAtNight 9:35 pm [[Perhaps there is something to it.]] Impactbabyrobo 9:35 pm She's gonna do something! Swervester 9:36 pm //cAT PLESE CEASE SpecsTheSpectralDragon 9:36 pm The question is, why is the Halpern Turnskin such an Eaten-Scourged nuisance. chronosmith 9:36 pm *idly shifts his arm so that he can extrude his fine manipulators, and absent-mindedly scritch at the Whirlipede's shell* SpecsTheSpectralDragon 9:36 pm ((lol, my cat is sitting on my arm farting)) NoodlesAtNight 9:36 pm [[Because he is government-driven military.]] ((bad cat!)) Swervester 9:36 pm //she decided it was time to walk on the keys and smash against my face] chronosmith 9:36 pm ((INTO THE SPACE ELEVATOR)) Boomtank 9:36 pm ....... Impactbabyrobo 9:36 pm Elevator elevator go back up! SpecsTheSpectralDragon 9:37 pm ((honestly. I'm glad. because the dumb idiot ate cooked chicken bones out of the trash. so I'm happy she wants to hang out with me and not hide somewhere.)) NoodlesAtNight 9:37 pm ((😧 i hope she's ok)) Impactbabyrobo 9:37 pm Is she breathing? SpecsTheSpectralDragon 9:37 pm ((she seems fine! but she is a dumb idiot. and I love her.)) NoodlesAtNight 9:37 pm *...What is she floating in? What is that?* SpecsTheSpectralDragon 9:37 pm I can't believe she is breathing. Boomtank 9:37 pm She's past the barrier... SpecsTheSpectralDragon 9:38 pm ...That looks like it would feel awful on the paws or absolutely delightful, with no inbetween. verdigrisprowl 9:38 pm ... I like their flooring. Boomtank 9:38 pm That...may not be a good thing... I mean she's breathing, but... verdigrisprowl 9:38 pm It would be impossible to keep clean, though. Dirt would get down into the pits and crevasses so easily. NoodlesAtNight 9:38 pm [[..........They're... they're much larger than he....]] SpecsTheSpectralDragon 9:38 pm But that doesn't necessarily mean she's getting air from her breathing. verdigrisprowl 9:39 pm ((now kiss)) chronosmith 9:39 pm ((smooch for peace)) Boomtank 9:39 pm Oh opatoes 9:39 pm ... he sounds like a trumpet Boomtank 9:39 pm Big opatoes 9:39 pm or a trombone Impactbabyrobo 9:39 pm So tall! SpecsTheSpectralDragon 9:39 pm *goddess, they are tremendous.* ((KISSU FOR PEACE)) chronosmith 9:39 pm She was looking at his toes the whole time. SpecsTheSpectralDragon 9:39 pm OH NO verdigrisprowl 9:39 pm Oh no. opatoes 9:39 pm oh. oh no chronosmith 9:39 pm (( ; ______ ; )) NoodlesAtNight 9:39 pm [[Oh... the poor Abbott creature.]] Boomtank 9:39 pm .... Impactbabyrobo 9:40 pm 3😢 verdigrisprowl 9:40 pm He died saving them. SpecsTheSpectralDragon 9:40 pm Poor, poor abbot. ...He wants her to broadcast the symbols. Impactbabyrobo 9:40 pm They almost look soft NoodlesAtNight 9:41 pm [[How do they know that?]] verdigrisprowl 9:41 pm ... They're clairvoyant? SpecsTheSpectralDragon 9:41 pm Force their hands. Bureaucracy is bogging down the process. If she broadcasts, she forces the other humans to acknowledge. verdigrisprowl 9:41 pm *sits back* NoodlesAtNight 9:42 pm [[Wh - "who is this child"? Why would she ask about her own sp--]] verdigrisprowl 9:42 pm That isn't her—? Impactbabyrobo 9:42 pm *LOUD GASP* NoodlesAtNight 9:42 pm *....Oh, Primus.* verdigrisprowl 9:42 pm She hasn't had the child?! opatoes 9:42 pm W. Whoa. Impactbabyrobo 9:42 pm FUTURE BABY! Boomtank 9:42 pm What chronosmith 9:42 pm Oh. That's the weapon? ...there we go. Boomtank 9:42 pm WHAT SpecsTheSpectralDragon 9:42 pm Oh, goddess. Costello, I know you must be furious about Abbott, but how could you hurt her in this way? chronosmith 9:42 pm Or maybe she can travel through time? Swervester 9:42 pm [tilts head] Are they translating weapon right? verdigrisprowl 9:42 pm What's he done to hurt her? Impactbabyrobo 9:43 pm Why is the bean going sideways? Swervester 9:43 pm Does 'weapon' mean the same thing to them that it does to a human? SpecsTheSpectralDragon 9:43 pm She lost her spawn, and he's showing her the potential for another one. verdigrisprowl 9:43 pm No. There's only one spawn. There's only ever been one spawn. It's in the future. She does not have a spawn. Yet. SpecsTheSpectralDragon 9:43 pm ...Now my head hurts. NoodlesAtNight 9:43 pm [[If she's seeing the future, then it means the same thing. Knowledge of what is to come is a weapon. Perhaps the greatest.]] Swervester 9:43 pm Those weren't flash backs. They were flash forwards? NoodlesAtNight 9:43 pm *It's why he is so protective of his multiverse map.* chronosmith 9:44 pm ((Costello knows this cos they're gonna come back to take her to dinner)) ((and then shack up)) ((and then they're gonna make that baby together)) SpecsTheSpectralDragon 9:44 pm ((costello is bae)) chronosmith 9:44 pm ((costello... you ARE the father.)) verdigrisprowl 9:44 pm ((she didn't die, she molted into a baby heptapod.)) ((a little costellita)) SpecsTheSpectralDragon 9:44 pm ((exactly!)) SpecsTheSpectralDragon 9:45 pm ((blorp)) NoodlesAtNight 9:45 pm *....he sees.* Boomtank 9:45 pm The multiverse is crazy and timeline wandering only makes it worse verdigrisprowl 9:45 pm ... She knows before the child's born that she's going to die. NoodlesAtNight 9:45 pm [[Yes.]] SpecsTheSpectralDragon 9:45 pm That's horrible. Impactbabyrobo 9:45 pm That's sad opatoes 9:45 pm ... Primus. That's really terrible Swervester 9:45 pm Buit what choice did she make that was wrong? Impactbabyrobo 9:46 pm 3:c NoodlesAtNight 9:46 pm [[You'll see.]] verdigrisprowl 9:46 pm But decided she's worth having anyway. Or else decided it was inevitability. Impactbabyrobo 9:46 pm ALL THE BEANS ARE SIDEWAYS SpecsTheSpectralDragon 9:46 pm She seems to be a good child. Boomtank 9:46 pm Landing? opatoes 9:46 pm anish kapoor mode verdigrisprowl 9:46 pm They've given the gift. Leaving, probably. SpecsTheSpectralDragon 9:46 pm And time is complicated. It might be worthwhile to try, anyways. Impactbabyrobo 9:46 pm HIGH FIVE ME SMOKESCREEN! opatoes 9:46 pm /High fives Impact!/ Impactbabyrobo 9:47 pm Nice! NoodlesAtNight 9:47 pm [[Do what must be done.]] SpecsTheSpectralDragon 9:48 pm Ouch. My brain is hurting in sympathy for her. Impactbabyrobo 9:48 pm That must feel so weird! SCProwl 9:48 pm *frustrated noise* There's not enough to build a full language from the logograms we've been shown. SpecsTheSpectralDragon 9:48 pm *the dragon shakes her head* Like trying to move both eyes separately. chronosmith 9:48 pm *deja vu* *it's not necessarily the same thing but he had about a year's worth of experience with having foreign memories shoved into his head* NoodlesAtNight 9:48 pm [[They are like the wormhole aliens, then.]] verdigrisprowl 9:49 pm There's eleven more sets. She sees them later in her life. She can remember her future when she's fluent in it. Impactbabyrobo 9:49 pm Wormhole aliens ? opatoes 9:49 pm Whoa. They get a universal flag with the human symbol too? SpecsTheSpectralDragon 9:49 pm Honestly, I'm surprised that she doesn't just start vomiting on the spot. Humans purge when their brains hurt, right? NoodlesAtNight 9:49 pm [[Yes. A set near Bajor who will name the Sisko as their assistant. Never mind that for now.]] chronosmith 9:49 pm ((camera pans around. It's Costello in a suit)) SCProwl 9:50 pm I mean there's not enough for us. NoodlesAtNight 9:50 pm *Wants the other 11 sets. Give them to him.* verdigrisprowl 9:50 pm ((very stylish)) opatoes 9:50 pm : O Boomtank 9:50 pm -Same, Soundwave. Same- SpecsTheSpectralDragon 9:50 pm ...He knows, too. SpecsTheSpectralDragon 9:51 pm At least a little. chronosmith 9:51 pm Clever. Impactbabyrobo 9:51 pm Ooooooooh That's so weird and confusing but so cool! Boomtank 9:51 pm !!!! verdigrisprowl 9:51 pm Her future self doesn't remember that her past self made the phone call. chronosmith 9:51 pm *this is... all feeling incredibly familiar in a way he honestly did not expect* Impactbabyrobo 9:51 pm Because her past self hasn't made the phone call yet verdigrisprowl 9:51 pm That moment, in the future, is the "first" time she learns about it. Impactbabyrobo 9:51 pm ? SpecsTheSpectralDragon 9:51 pm That was her "self," now she's at a different time. Swervester 9:51 pm Is it a paraox or split universe? SpecsTheSpectralDragon 9:51 pm Er. chronosmith 9:51 pm *it's not upsetting, though. Just odd* Boomtank 9:52 pm Because until it happened in the future she didn't know his number SpecsTheSpectralDragon 9:52 pm That made very little sense. Impactbabyrobo 9:52 pm HAHA verdigrisprowl 9:52 pm She can't access all of time at once. opatoes 9:52 pm pfppfpff SCProwl 9:52 pm She's living both events simultaneously. NoodlesAtNight 9:52 pm [[Neither. It is non-linear time.]] verdigrisprowl 9:52 pm She's still experiencing her life only one event at a time, the chronology is just out of normal order. NoodlesAtNight 9:52 pm *At Swerve, that is.* SpecsTheSpectralDragon 9:52 pm Yes. That. chronosmith 9:52 pm She's experience other points on the timeline. Technically an alternate timeline telling her what she COULD know, since she has to create that timeline herself, with her actions in the present. Swervester 9:52 pm Oh, I see. SpecsTheSpectralDragon 9:52 pm Goddess, this is making me feel ill just trying to wrap my mind around it. opatoes 9:52 pm w. what NoodlesAtNight 9:53 pm [[It is a complicated subject. He does not blame you.]] Swervester 9:53 pm Translation? verdigrisprowl 9:53 pm She's not living both events simultaneously, she's—bouncing back and forth between two events. SCProwl 9:53 pm That would certainly get someone's attention. opatoes 9:53 pm w. what are the words Impactbabyrobo 9:53 pm Translate! Translate! chronosmith 9:53 pm Yeah. Instead of like, traveling down a road, she's kind of flying over the road. Touching down here and there. NoodlesAtNight 9:53 pm *Thinking.* verdigrisprowl 9:54 pm She's teleporting back and forth between two points on the road. NoodlesAtNight 9:54 pm [[In war there are no - mmm, what is. There are no winners, only - widows.]] SpecsTheSpectralDragon 9:54 pm *the dragon shakes her head, nauseously* I am not designed for this. verdigrisprowl 9:54 pm And never traveling over the same span of road twice. SpecsTheSpectralDragon 9:54 pm But I was right. Costello /did/ intend for her to force their hands. chronosmith 9:55 pm They knew everything that was going to happen. Impactbabyrobo 9:55 pm *quietly* whooshh Boomtank 9:55 pm To get them to work together chronosmith 9:55 pm But they still had to make those events come to pass. Swervester 9:55 pm So they knew Abbot would die in this mission opatoes 9:55 pm ... So they might've known that the bomb was going to be there before they even met SpecsTheSpectralDragon 9:55 pm ...Abbot knew, surely. And chose to do this anyways. Boomtank 9:55 pm So they could help THEM in the future SpecsTheSpectralDragon 9:55 pm That's very brave. Impactbabyrobo 9:55 pm So brave! chronosmith 9:55 pm It's like... time as. *thinks* Like a pair of pants. verdigrisprowl 9:55 pm It's highly probable. SpecsTheSpectralDragon 9:55 pm A pair of pants? SCProwl 9:55 pm A what? chronosmith 9:56 pm You're traveling up from the hems. You see what's going on in the other leg. And every time you do that, you get closer to the belt. SpecsTheSpectralDragon 9:56 pm ...Okay, that makes more sense. chronosmith 9:56 pm But you still gotta do those things to get to the point where the pants come together. verdigrisprowl 9:56 pm ... What's a hem? chronosmith 9:56 pm The top of the pants. Impactbabyrobo 9:56 pm It's at the bottom of pants too! SCProwl 9:56 pm What's a belt? chronosmith 9:56 pm Wait, no, the bottom. ....both. Boomtank 9:56 pm ....huh? chronosmith 9:56 pm One second. SCProwl 9:56 pm In this context. SpecsTheSpectralDragon 9:56 pm Hems are the borders where the fabric is sewn together. Like on the edges of blankets. Swervester 9:56 pm Hmm verdigrisprowl 9:57 pm ... What are the edges of blankets sewn to? NoodlesAtNight 9:57 pm [[Themselves.]] SpecsTheSpectralDragon 9:57 pm Each other. verdigrisprowl 9:57 pm *now owns three blankets. didn't think they were sewn to anything.* chronosmith 9:57 pm *he's going to widespread ping the room*

SCProwl 9:57 pm ...what? chronosmith 9:57 pm These are pants. SpecsTheSpectralDragon 9:57 pm Ah, Soundwave beat me to it. *soundy is so smart* SCProwl 9:57 pm *doesn't own blankets or pants* chronosmith 9:57 pm You start at one leg opening, and work your way towards the crotch. Boomtank 9:57 pm -oh. Pants. Makes...kinda more sense- SCProwl 9:58 pm Pants are legs? chronosmith 9:58 pm Nah, you put them on legs. verdigrisprowl 9:58 pm *?? ? ???* chronosmith 9:58 pm But these are metaphorical pants. These are the pants of time. Impactbabyrobo 9:58 pm They're clothes! SCProwl 9:58 pm This is a bad analogy for a species that doesn't put things on their legs besides paint. chronosmith 9:59 pm Too bad. I'm a soldier, not a Time Professor. verdigrisprowl 10:00 pm *he's progressively becoming more baffled by pants anatomy* SCProwl 10:00 pm Yes and I'm a Cybertronian, not a human. NoodlesAtNight 10:00 pm [[There. That's the choice she makes. The one he can't handle... because she told him what will happen to their offspring long after she agreed.]] opatoes 10:00 pm So, how many holes do pants have, anyway? NoodlesAtNight 10:00 pm [[That is why he no longer looks at their creation the same way.]] SpecsTheSpectralDragon 10:00 pm It would be a hard thing to know. opatoes 10:00 pm Like- what would you call the opening and ending for a hole? SpecsTheSpectralDragon 10:00 pm I don't know how she can handle it, truly. Impactbabyrobo 10:01 pm Maybe seeing stuff non-linearly makes you have a sense of weird peace? Iunno. chronosmith 10:01 pm ((that was EXCELLENT)) Impactbabyrobo 10:01 pm ((I'M CRYING)) NoodlesAtNight 10:01 pm ((RIGHT? also, mark time: 10:21)) opatoes 10:01 pm ((that was good 😮!!! Swervester 10:01 pm Maybe she decided that even a short time with her is better than no time? Boomtank 10:01 pm ((IT WAS AWESOME Impactbabyrobo 10:01 pm Uh-huh! That sounds like it opatoes 10:01 pm ... The second arrival? Boomtank 10:01 pm That was fun Impactbabyrobo 10:02 pm There was sad but it was also really fun! chronosmith 10:02 pm Well, I know what I'm trying to say. And that's what counts. *looks to his Whirlipede for confirmation* Right?

Whirlipede: Whirl.

See? It agrees with me. Impactbabyrobo 10:02 pm HOW IT'S MAAAAAAADE! MedicalMurdersaurus 10:02 pm ((Do you think that, by the time the aliens come back in 3,000 years for human help, the whole "how time-language was created" story will have become some sort of "aliens built the pyramids" myth?)) SCProwl 10:02 pm ... SpecsTheSpectralDragon 10:02 pm Whirlbug always agrees with you, though. chronosmith 10:02 pm .... *snickers* Yeah, because it knows what's up. Arcee-Autobot 10:02 pm *covering face while laughing* opatoes 10:02 pm OH OH SOUNDWAVE i have a video i feel like you might like Impactbabyrobo 10:03 pm THAT IS TOO MANY PIECES NoodlesAtNight 10:03 pm ((omg swoop mun)) MedicalMurdersaurus 10:04 pm ((I mean it's not like people can time jump back to lives prior to their own. They would have to rely on written records of other people's lives. MAYBE there'd still be video but the way video format evolves, it's probably going to look like absolute crap if it still exists at all. I can hear people arguing about how it's dumb to think we needed ALIENS to come up with our PRIMARY LANGUAGE that is a total reflection of how we interact with the world.)) SpecsTheSpectralDragon 10:05 pm *the dragon carefully un-loafs, absolutely unwilling to inconvenience or bother Chimera in any way* I should return home. Thank you for having me, Soundwave, and thank you for hugging me, Chimera. verdigrisprowl 10:05 pm ((the aliens knew what was going to happen 3000 years in the future, it stands to reason they'd be equally knowledgable about 3000 years in the past?)) Impactbabyrobo 10:05 pm ((XD)) NoodlesAtNight 10:05 pm [[Thank you for attending, and keeping Chimera company.]] Swervester 10:05 pm //ilygioyvuyv when you accidentally reeply to a post on swerve instead of sparky so now it looks Really Awkward verdigrisprowl 10:05 pm *Whirl asked him earlier to help with translating the tire. Now that the movie's over, he relinquishes Soundwave's heads over that direction.* Hi. MedicalMurdersaurus 10:05 pm ((I assumed that was because the aliens lived that long. Cause no one is seeing someone else's life. Just their own chunk of the timeline.)) opatoes 10:05 pm ((sparkle,,, Swervester 10:06 pm //retgt i forgot what tab i was in lmao opatoes 10:06 pm ... So that's how you wear jeans? Impactbabyrobo 10:06 pm Why would you scrape up your pants already ? opatoes 10:06 pm de-puff the pants NoodlesAtNight 10:06 pm *Soundwave lets Prowl go. He's busy working on what portion of the language they were presented.* opatoes 10:06 pm de-leg the pants Impactbabyrobo 10:06 pm *imitates the pant de-puffing noise* SCProwl 10:07 pm Oh, they're not just flat. opatoes 10:07 pm I wanna be sanded Arcee-Autobot 10:07 pm Sand? Impactbabyrobo 10:07 pm Why? opatoes 10:07 pm I'll be extra smooth! Arcee-Autobot 10:07 pm Stone?! Why?! opatoes 10:07 pm oh those pants are getting stoned Impactbabyrobo 10:07 pm But it'll take your paint off! opatoes 10:07 pm ... Wait, frag, that's a problem Impactbabyrobo 10:08 pm They just wash it with rocks! *laughs* verdigrisprowl 10:08 pm ((well. i guess that's why it's called stone wash.)) Arcee-Autobot 10:08 pm *Arcee can't handle the joke made about stoned pants* chronosmith 10:08 pm *tilts his head as Prowl approaches* Sup. opatoes 10:09 pm ... With steve? Impactbabyrobo 10:09 pm PUFF THE PANTS opatoes 10:09 pm I think I misheard Impactbabyrobo 10:09 pm steam! opatoes 10:09 pm OH I thought steve was just wearing them for them or something verdigrisprowl 10:09 pm Did you want me to...? *gestures at the tire.* Swervester 10:10 pm These puns are bad. Impactbabyrobo 10:10 pm PUNS NOT GOOD ENOUGH chronosmith 10:10 pm Yeah. If you've got time. I'm guessing this isn't the best... setting or whatever. I can fly into the city, if you've got time. God knows I do. Arcee-Autobot 10:10 pm These drawings are just beautiful opatoes 10:10 pm Aren't a lot of modern mirrors aluminum, though? SCProwl 10:11 pm I'm going to go now. Thank you, Soundwave. Swervester 10:11 pm Yes Impactbabyrobo 10:11 pm Maybe they mean silver like the color? NoodlesAtNight 10:11 pm [[You are welcome, Prowl.]] SCProwl 10:11 pm *ends the visual feed and stands up* NoodlesAtNight 10:11 pm [[And aren't they, Arcee? All one line.]] opatoes 10:11 pm Aluminum isn't as tasty as silver, so it's probably good they use that instead. Impactbabyrobo 10:12 pm Munch crunch! opatoes 10:12 pm Gotta munch! NoodlesAtNight 10:12 pm *mmmm, silver* Impactbabyrobo 10:12 pm 3:9 opatoes 10:12 pm /Smokescreen's slowly turning himself around, and almost falls over as he gets up. Maybe sitting upside down for the entire movie WASN'T a good idea!/ Boomtank 10:12 pm -sounds like they're making a snack, not mirror- Swervester 10:13 pm .... What if I made... verdigrisprowl 10:13 pm ... Pocky Men can understand each other, right? I can understand my own Magnemite. It could help speed up the translation process? NoodlesAtNight 10:13 pm ((POCKY MEN)) Impactbabyrobo 10:13 pm ((OMG)) chronosmith 10:13 pm ((thank god)) verdigrisprowl 10:13 pm ((he says this with all of the confidence of a suburban mom in 1996 talking about the newest fad her third grader is into.)) chronosmith 10:13 pm I think? Impactbabyrobo 10:14 pm ((beautiful)) opatoes 10:14 pm ... Oh, that was the mirror. I thought that was just two similar looking humans chronosmith 10:14 pm You';d know better than I would. It's just been me, this fella, and Killer out there so far. If there are any other Pocky Men, I haven't seen 'em. Impactbabyrobo 10:14 pm BEVEL verdigrisprowl 10:14 pm I've seen a swarm of Magnemite, but I've been reading up a bit on others. NoodlesAtNight 10:15 pm [[He'll have to show her this.]] opatoes 10:15 pm /Smokescreen's slowly, slowly getting up again, using the couch as a support./ Hey, Soundwave, I'm probably gonna head home for the night. Thanks for having us! NoodlesAtNight 10:15 pm [[Ah, you're welcome. Do not forget the book soon.]] verdigrisprowl 10:15 pm *oh, he should probably greet the tire itself, should he?* Hello. I'm Prowl. opatoes 10:15 pm Hey, I almost always keep it on me. It's hard to forget! NoodlesAtNight 10:16 pm [[He meant reading it again.]] verdigrisprowl 10:16 pm ((this segment is)) ((marbleous)) Impactbabyrobo 10:16 pm ((XD)) NoodlesAtNight 10:16 pm *bricks*)) chronosmith 10:16 pm ((is he speaking neo cybex or is he using whatever manner he does to communicate with his own pokemon?)) verdigrisprowl 10:16 pm ((no, marbles)) ((neocybex, currently.)) chronosmith 10:17 pm Whirlipede: Whirl! *it wiggles away from Whirl's still-absentlly-petting manipulators, and then bounces once, spinning in the air. A proper, enthusiastic greeting* MedicalMurdersaurus 10:18 pm ((I CAN'T)) verdigrisprowl 10:18 pm Oh! Hi. ... I don't understand you. I apologize if you can understand me. MedicalMurdersaurus 10:18 pm ((he's FIDDLING with stuff on his ROD in a GLORY HOLE)) verdigrisprowl 10:18 pm But we'll work on that. Impactbabyrobo 10:18 pm ((i'm die)) MedicalMurdersaurus 10:18 pm ((there is no way this narrator doesn't know what he's doing)) chronosmith 10:18 pm ((right into the punty)) verdigrisprowl 10:19 pm ((i couldn't believe, "how did they get away with calling that a glory hole on TV")) chronosmith 10:19 pm Whirlipede" *solemnly* Whirl.

*for his part, Whirl is just watching this, equal parts interested and amused* verdigrisprowl 10:19 pm *nods, completely lost.* NoodlesAtNight 10:20 pm *Stops working on the heptapod language to watch Prowl at work.* verdigrisprowl 10:20 pm Is that your full species name? "Whirlipede"? Impactbabyrobo 10:20 pm *Leans on Chimera, if Chimera is okay with it* NoodlesAtNight 10:20 pm *Chimera absolutely is. They'll even coil up on Impact.* verdigrisprowl 10:20 pm *at this point, he's mainly trying to keep the tire talking, whatever it's saying—give him some vocabulary to build up and try to analyze.* chronosmith 10:20 pm Whirlipede: *performs another spinning bounce* WhirliPEDE. Impactbabyrobo 10:21 pm *delighted by this development* Swervester 10:21 pm //why does he say marble so weird it sound s like narrrwhal verdigrisprowl 10:21 pm ((marrrboll)) Swervester 10:21 pm //oh my god Impactbabyrobo 10:21 pm ((NIPPLE)) verdigrisprowl 10:21 pm ((nipple)) Arcee-Autobot 10:21 pm *Loud Snort from Arcee* verdigrisprowl 10:21 pm ((marble making is very horny)) Swervester 10:21 pm I'm naming a drink nipples on fire, it's official. NoodlesAtNight 10:22 pm //Fraggin' fantastic.// Impactbabyrobo 10:22 pm *giggles* Swervester 10:22 pm Who wants to drink it first NoodlesAtNight 10:22 pm //Dibs.// verdigrisprowl 10:22 pm *nods at the Whirlipede again.* ... Is the bouncing part of your language or is it just for fun? *glances at Swerve* What are you going to make it out of? Swervester 10:23 pm Not a clue! That's the fun part. Impactbabyrobo 10:23 pm *hugs Chimera before getting up* Bedtime for me! Swervester 10:23 pm Probably gonna be a fire color theme though Impactbabyrobo 10:23 pm Thanks for the movie, Soundwave! chronosmith 10:23 pm Make it so damn spicy that anyone drinking it immediately has to get their fuel tank pumped for their own safety, and I'm in. Swervester 10:23 pm I can make a Whirl Special version NoodlesAtNight 10:23 pm [[You're welcome, Impact.]] <<Goodbye, Orange Child. Chimera will miss you.>> chronosmith 10:24 pm *the Whirlipede bounces again. It's anyone's guess what that means, honestly* Arcee-Autobot 10:24 pm Movie was Great Soundwave 😃 NoodlesAtNight 10:24 pm [[He is glad you thought so, Arcee. Do come again.]] Impactbabyrobo 10:24 pm I'll miss you too! But I'll come visit again, so it won't be too bad! NoodlesAtNight 10:24 pm *Happy chirp!* verdigrisprowl 10:24 pm *nods at the Whirlipede along with its bounces. He's getting nothing out of this.* Impactbabyrobo 10:24 pm *blows kisses to the room at large* G'night everybody! chronosmith 10:25 pm Seeya, twerp. Arcee-Autobot 10:25 pm C'ya everyone NoodlesAtNight 10:25 pm [[...Have you considered telling it to blink once for yeses and twice for no?]] [[That ought to move you somewhere a little faster.]] chronosmith 10:25 pm I actually... need to roll on out, myself. Uh. Thanks for, y'know. Trying, Prowl. I'll catch you again sometime. But if you got any notes you can send me, I'll give them a look-over. verdigrisprowl 10:26 pm Sure. Comm me some time, if you want. We can make a serious effort with Magnemite there. chronosmith 10:26 pm *flips him a casual salute* Gotta learn to cht with my little pal SOMETIME. *turns and bobs his head to Rumble, speaking a touch more softly, for privacy's sake* And I'll come back around again soon, to see you. Boomtank 10:26 pm -time to get going, he supposes. Crowd's going out- verdigrisprowl 10:27 pm *looks at Soundwave* There's probably an issue of mutual intelligibility. My Magnemite, at least, couldn't understand Neocybex or any of the Earth languages I tried on it. NoodlesAtNight 10:27 pm //I'mma look forward to it.// *The stupidest grin.* verdigrisprowl 10:28 pm So "blink for yes, twice for no" wouldn't be very useful if they don't understand that much. NoodlesAtNight 10:28 pm [[Ah. He did not know that about your Magnemite. They do seem to understand the human trainers with them in the documentaries, he'd hoped... ah, well. We aren't human.]] verdigrisprowl 10:28 pm *glances at Whirl* Of course, you could still try that with your own and report back to us? Many Pocky Men CAN understand human languages; I suspect mine simply never had the opportunity to learn. NoodlesAtNight 10:29 pm *Soundwave nods to Blaster. He'll keep working and sharing things over time, for what little they got of the language.* Swervester 10:29 pm Mmm, I think I better go, My berth's calling me for that ap. NoodlesAtNight 10:29 pm [[Yes, sleep off the rest of that party.]] Swervester 10:29 pm Have fun! Night. chronosmith 10:30 pm Yeah, if I make any breakthroughs, I'll hit you guys up. Boomtank 10:30 pm -nods back, as he stands to leave. He'll share what he can come up with- Goodnight chronosmith 10:30 pm *he enjoyed that stupidest grin, and pays it back with a last affectionate nudge before he stands. The Whirlipede rolls right off the couch after him* Night, losers.

opatoes 7:38 pm It's true, though! SpecsTheSpectralDragon 7:38 pm 😮! *Soundwave help! it's her lucky day!* Thank you, Soundwave! Swervester 7:39 pm [stumbles in and slumps tiredly against the closest couch] NoodlesAtNight 7:39 pm [[It's not,]] *he says while helping someone.* [[And you're welcome, dragon. You do such good work; he really must consider making you one of Dancitron's official suppliers.]] [[...Feeling poorly, Swerve?]] Swervester 7:39 pm Didn't sleep well last night. Crazy bar party. NoodlesAtNight 7:40 pm [[How so?]] Swervester 7:41 pm Rodimus decided it was Appreciate Swerve Night and threw me a surprise party in the bar. opatoes 7:41 pm Really? It's not like you've proven me wrong recently. You haven't unleashed your tentacles on anyone in a while, so that's pretty nice! SpecsTheSpectralDragon 7:41 pm *the dragon puffs up so proudly that she might well be in danger of exploding* It would be an honor. NoodlesAtNight 7:42 pm [[Appreciate Swerve Night? He can see why you are tired.]] *Surely everyone recognizes Swerve's good qualities. They were on full and obvious display during the protoform plague.* [[Then he will look into the paperwork, dear dragon.]] *A tiny head bow in her direction before he heads back to his seat.* [[And that is factually incorrect, Smokescreen.]] Yesterday Swervester 7:42 pm Yeah! It was really nice. Just lasted all night so there was less sleep than expected. opatoes 7:43 pm Really? Have you menaced someone with your tentacles recently, Soundwave? NoodlesAtNight 7:43 pm [[He said nothing about menacing. Merely unleashing.]] SpecsTheSpectralDragon 7:43 pm *the dragon is churring and purring all the way to the nearest couch. she's gonna be an official supplier! for Dancitron! that's even better than fighting a god!* opatoes 7:43 pm ... Have you unleashed your tentacles on someone? Poor bot. MedicalMurdersaurus 7:44 pm *SLIIIIIIIIDES in* BIRD! NoodlesAtNight 7:44 pm [[Well, if you must sleep, try to do so after the film. He has heard good things about it. Many, many good things. Fantastic things.]] [[Of course he has.]] *But they don't tend to complain.* opatoes 7:44 pm ((i never realized episode 3 came out the day before my birthday in whatever year it came out aszcxvb)) NoodlesAtNight 7:45 pm {{SWOOOOOOOOP}} MedicalMurdersaurus 7:45 pm HIIII! *bounces* Hi Bird! NoodlesAtNight 7:45 pm *NYOOM can an origami bird knock over a pterodactyl? We're about to find out.* Arcee-Autobot 7:45 pm *Has no idea whats going on but Puts hands up* I'm also Here Hello, Everyone! Swervester 7:45 pm Ooh, what's it a film about? NoodlesAtNight 7:46 pm *Soundwave's mood is, uh. Accidentally catching, a little, among the minicons.*

[[Greetings, Arcee. It is Arcee, correct?]] *Has the right look, but one never knows.* [[/Communication./]] SpecsTheSpectralDragon 7:46 pm *it's like a physics question. how many treats does one need to place in Laserbeak's gaping maw before her maximum velocity carries enough impact to knock over one dinobot?* *make sure to show all of your work* opatoes 7:47 pm ((Fun fact star wars episode iii is thirteen years old as of this year apparently)) NoodlesAtNight 7:47 pm *There are a bunch of empty cubes behind the bar, if that counts?* ((happy birthday episode 3)) Arcee-Autobot 7:47 pm You're Correct, it is Arcee SpecsTheSpectralDragon 7:47 pm ((speaking of birthdays)) opatoes 7:47 pm ((episode iii is old enough to go on forums and complain about star wars)) SpecsTheSpectralDragon 7:47 pm ((as of five days ago I can legally beer)) ((woop woop)) NoodlesAtNight 7:47 pm ((a;ghagwhagah))

((and specs: HAPPY FIVE DAYS AGO BIRTHDAY)) Arcee-Autobot 7:48 pm [[ Happy late Birthday!]] opatoes 7:48 pm ((HAPPY BIRTHDAY i thought you were older than me asdbvxcbn SpecsTheSpectralDragon 7:48 pm ((sorry smokeymun I'm only 21)) opatoes 7:48 pm ((im like 23 i think so it's not too big but i thought you were like... 24 for some reason)) SpecsTheSpectralDragon 7:49 pm ((is it because I hang out with Whirlmun? she's, what, 26?)) NoodlesAtNight 7:49 pm ((haha you young'ns)) SpecsTheSpectralDragon 7:49 pm ((crow, ofc, is an official Fandom Elder and can throw dentures at us)) Swervester 7:49 pm //slides a 29 under the table NoodlesAtNight 7:49 pm [[Seat yourself anywhere you like, Arcee. Refreshments are at the bar; midgrade and snacks are free but high grade must be purchased.]] SCProwl 7:50 pm ((/shakes cane at room Yesterday opatoes 7:50 pm ... Wait, snakes are free? Snacks I mean snacks Swervester 7:50 pm I hope snakes are free. Arcee-Autobot 7:50 pm Snakes? NoodlesAtNight 7:50 pm <<Chimera is not free.>> opatoes 7:50 pm Let Chimera be free! SpecsTheSpectralDragon 7:50 pm Chimera is free to do whatever they please, right? NoodlesAtNight 7:50 pm <<Oh. Chimera is that free. Chimera is not money free.>> MedicalMurdersaurus 7:50 pm *sees what she's doing and COLLAPSES when hit, laughing the whole way down* Swervester 7:50 pm Free Chimera 2k18? opatoes 7:51 pm Chimera is priceless though, you can't place a price on them. chronosmith 7:51 pm ()(i already tole u but HAPPY BIRTH AGAIN SPECS)) SpecsTheSpectralDragon 7:51 pm Is Chimera free to be hugged? ((HAPPY BORTH ME)) NoodlesAtNight 7:51 pm *Bird sprouts feelers like big secretary bird legs and marches up Swoop to stare down his face.* {{You Swoop dead. This mean Bird Dinobot now?}} NoodlesAtNight 7:52 pm <<Yes! Chimera likes hugs.>> *They slither out from beneath the couch and look around. Where are hugs? Where is affection? It's so lonely, not counting its main companions.* Arcee-Autobot 7:52 pm [[ Brb I've got to go stop a Child from eating a Crayon again]] NoodlesAtNight 7:52 pm ((omg go o)) MedicalMurdersaurus 7:52 pm *does his best BLEH dead impression* yup NoodlesAtNight 7:52 pm {{Kay. Bird go usurp Grimlock now.}} chronosmith 7:52 pm *also has big secretary bird legs, but they're not made of feelers, and attached to him. They're carrying him into the room RIGHT NOW. And rolling at their heels is his Whirlipede* MedicalMurdersaurus 7:53 pm :V King Bird Swervester 7:53 pm [Oh no Chimera's cute. Hello Swerve has a lap] opatoes 7:53 pm /Oops! More people are here! Smokescreen's turning around on the couch so he's upside down on it again./ SpecsTheSpectralDragon 7:53 pm *THE HUGS ARE UPON THEE, CHIMERA. dragonflop. It Is Hug Time.* NoodlesAtNight 7:53 pm {{Get tiny crown, neheheh.}}

[[Greetings, Whirl. And - ah. Has it been named yet?]] opatoes 7:53 pm !! Arcee! Cee! Arc! How're you doing? MedicalMurdersaurus 7:54 pm YAH! Little tiny crown for Bird : > Then you bossy everyone kehehheh MORE bossy NoodlesAtNight 7:54 pm *Chimera briefly coils around the dragon in an overjoyed hug before slithering toward the couch and the patted lap.* <<Small dragon comes with Chimera to sit on the Short Legs bot. Yes?>> chronosmith 7:54 pm Not yet. I'm gonna see if our resident braniac can communicate with it, and ask if it has one. NoodlesAtNight 7:55 pm {{Bossiest Bird. It because Bird knows best.}} SpecsTheSpectralDragon 7:55 pm As long as the Short Legs bot is alright with it. I know some people have issues with fur. *but she likes These Hugs and will not give them up so easily* Swervester 7:55 pm Sure, come and sit. SpecsTheSpectralDragon 7:55 pm *mental note to bring a crown for bird next movie night* Yesterday NoodlesAtNight 7:56 pm //Hey! I ain't missed nothin', right?// *Rumble's jogging downstairs.* //Frenzy didn't wanna get the frag outta the washracks. Hey, Whirl! Whirl's tire.// NoodlesAtNight 7:56 pm [[He hopes the resident brainiac is successful.]] chronosmith 7:57 pm Me too. *perks up a bit, and bobs his head at Rumble* Hey, mech. Long time no see. *and with great aplomb, he is on the couch. His tire goes underneath it again* Sorry I haven't made it, y'know. Out much. MedicalMurdersaurus 7:57 pm *bobbles his head in agreement, still "dead" on the floor* NoodlesAtNight 7:59 pm //Hey, you don't gotta apologize. I been stuck on night shifts cuz SOMEONE--// *And here he throws an empty cube at Laserbeak* //Complained she couldn't get no sleep at night with me 'n the bro down here.// MedicalMurdersaurus 7:59 pm !!! chronosmith 7:59 pm ((every time this video comes up I am mesmerized)) opatoes 7:59 pm /Also Smokescreen's going to get up and dance to this!/ chronosmith 7:59 pm ((no matter what I'm doing)) NoodlesAtNight 8:00 pm *Rumble hops up onto Whirl's couch and blows a raspberry at Bird. She blats back at him.* {{It work, too, if Buzzsaw not blab tell Bird not sleeping then.}} NoodlesAtNight 8:01 pm ((AHEM nobody saw that)) NoodlesAtNight 8:02 pm ((we'll start in 5-10)) MedicalMurdersaurus 8:03 pm *pops up* You Bird can hang out with Me Swoop! You can with Swoop instead : > SpecsTheSpectralDragon 8:04 pm ((me dissociating)) chronosmith 8:04 pm Pfft. What a narc. Well, I'll try and make these more often. I would say I've been busy, but that's a lie. MedicalMurdersaurus 8:05 pm ((that cat vine is soundwave's life, huh? opening the door and a million cute screaming faces)) NoodlesAtNight 8:05 pm {{Bird do that. Swoop not blabber.}}

((ABSOLUTELY his life)) SpecsTheSpectralDragon 8:05 pm Oh, there was /my/ friday night. chronosmith 8:05 pm *snickers* SpecsTheSpectralDragon 8:06 pm And this is monday. NoodlesAtNight 8:06 pm {{BIRD}} MedicalMurdersaurus 8:06 pm :V Bird NoodlesAtNight 8:06 pm //Whatcha been doin' then? The ship fixed up all the way yet?// SpecsTheSpectralDragon 8:08 pm And /that's/ why docents are a thing. NoodlesAtNight 8:08 pm [[Oh, look. Movie nights.]] SpecsTheSpectralDragon 8:08 pm *snickers* MedicalMurdersaurus 8:09 pm OH BIRD NoodlesAtNight 8:09 pm ((all right so, WARNINGS: Actually, not many. Cancer, needles, mention of racism and related -isms, creepy critters from outer space.)) MedicalMurdersaurus 8:09 pm biiiird chronosmith 8:09 pm It's getting there. I've got to convince someone to come down to Cybertron to do work on it for a few days, which is going to be fun, since negotiation isn't really what you'd all my STRONG suit, but y'know. Gotta do what you gotta do. SpecsTheSpectralDragon 8:09 pm ((o7)) MedicalMurdersaurus 8:10 pm *spazzing out* biRD NoodlesAtNight 8:10 pm {{What!?}} MedicalMurdersaurus 8:10 pm Me SWOOP want to Halloween candy for you!!! NoodlesAtNight 8:10 pm //You want we should lean on 'em?// NoodlesAtNight 8:11 pm {{Pffff. Swoop whole two week late. Halloween not til next year.}} Today MedicalMurdersaurus 8:11 pm No n ono no! SpecsTheSpectralDragon 8:11 pm Put dry ice inside their plating until they agree to help you. *the dragon does not know what negotiation is* MedicalMurdersaurus 8:11 pm Me Swoop DO Halloween! Us Dinobots all Halloween. NoodlesAtNight 8:11 pm *Chimera settles in to watch a movie with the Short Legs mech and the Dragon. They're quite content; this is a good night already.* MedicalMurdersaurus 8:11 pm Me Swoop lots and LOTS of candy for You Bird! From trick or treat : > SpecsTheSpectralDragon 8:11 pm *loafs up on Chimera. comfy.* NoodlesAtNight 8:11 pm *Her visor has never been so bright, Swoop.* {{You not eat?}} MedicalMurdersaurus 8:12 pm Nah! It for You Bird : > Boomtank 8:12 pm -Is he here in time?- NoodlesAtNight 8:12 pm *Soundwave's attention is RIGHT on the screen. Blaster missed maybe 20 seconds.* *He waves a feeler over his back. Greetings.* Boomtank 8:12 pm -phew. Going to wave back and sit in a free chair- opatoes 8:13 pm Is that kid a centaur? NoodlesAtNight 8:13 pm [[Don't be silly. It's a toy.]] NoodlesAtNight 8:14 pm *...Oh. Oh, she's -- oh. Her spawn.* SpecsTheSpectralDragon 8:14 pm *winces. that poor docent.* MedicalMurdersaurus 8:14 pm *wiggles* Me Swoop hide candy so noooo Dinobots can get! It for You Bird : > Boomtank 8:14 pm ...... chronosmith 8:15 pm Nah, nah. Intimidation won't help me a lot here. Gotta trust these people to build my bulkheads, after all. NoodlesAtNight 8:15 pm {{You Swoop - uhhhhhh.}} *She sort of dances from clawfoot to clawfoot.* {{You want share?}} //Oh, huh. Yeah, that's true. Bribe 'em?// Boomtank 8:15 pm ........ NoodlesAtNight 8:15 pm *Oh, look. It's like the tv in Soundwave's apartment.* chronosmith 8:16 pm Sort of. Just paying em. The money isn't the hard part, I've... acquired some shanix. But not a lot of aliens wanna come to Cybertron. MedicalMurdersaurus 8:16 pm No no! *clearly she is confused* Me Swoop not share it. Me Swoop get for Bird! NoodlesAtNight 8:16 pm *Thin birdy squeal.* Boomtank 8:16 pm !!! NoodlesAtNight 8:16 pm [[...Are you all right, Blaster? You feel concerned.]] MedicalMurdersaurus 8:16 pm !!! MedicalMurdersaurus 8:17 pm Keeheh Boomtank 8:17 pm Ah, no, I'm fine Just tired opatoes 8:17 pm Oww Boomtank 8:17 pm -he means it. Mostly- SpecsTheSpectralDragon 8:17 pm *that docent is /deeply/ dissociated. how long has it been after the death of her charge?* opatoes 8:17 pm ... Also, hey, Soundwave, I might've brought a book with me, if you wanna read it with me. NoodlesAtNight 8:18 pm *Soundwave glances toward Smokescreen. Then back to the movie. Then the bot, and the movie, and--- hhhhh.* [[What book?]] opatoes 8:19 pm /Smokescreen's still upside down, holding the covenant out./ I mean- we can do it later! /He's half expecting the movie to go into ruined cities and he brought a distraction with him just in case/ NoodlesAtNight 8:20 pm *Light flicker.* [[He would like that. But for the moment--]] *He nods toward the screen. Communication, Smokescreen. He can't miss it.* //So maybe you ask 'em to do the buildin' off Cybertron. Take it to Earth, or somethin'.// SpecsTheSpectralDragon 8:21 pm ((ma'am, I would absolutely not be going to class if aliens showed up in america)) NoodlesAtNight 8:21 pm [[She seems so surprised by the lack of students.]] SpecsTheSpectralDragon 8:21 pm ((I'd be getting my butt to montana and putting on my chapstick)) NoodlesAtNight 8:21 pm ((LOL)) Impactbabyrobo 8:21 pm ((hee)) SpecsTheSpectralDragon 8:21 pm ((I will be the FIRST person to kissu an alien)) chronosmith 8:21 pm ((count me second)) Arcee-Autobot 8:21 pm [[ Wow Finally back after Wrestling a child]] verdigrisprowl 8:21 pm *arrives late* NoodlesAtNight 8:22 pm ((wb! and hi impact!)) *Soundwave is immediately reaching for Prowl to update him. Prowl. Prowl. You have to see.* Impactbabyrobo 8:22 pm *scoots in, not loudly announcing her presence for once because the movie has already started* ((hiii)) NoodlesAtNight 8:22 pm *Chimera beeps at Impact. They remember her.* Boomtank 8:22 pm Oh! -now the movie has his full attention- verdigrisprowl 8:22 pm *takes his usual s—oh, he's being grabbed at* What did I miss? Arcee-Autobot 8:22 pm [[ turns out the kid wasn't eating the crayon, no no, she had it up her nose and stuck]] Impactbabyrobo 8:22 pm Chimera! 3😀 chronosmith 8:22 pm That's the thing, I can't get it off-planet until it's fixed. ...huh. Appropriate, that we're watching a movie about translation, isn't it? Impactbabyrobo 8:23 pm *skedoodles over to Chimera* MedicalMurdersaurus 8:23 pm *digs around in his subspace to see if he has any goodies on him to give to Bird* Arcee-Autobot 8:23 pm *Arcee takes a seat wherever is available next to whomever is alright with it* NoodlesAtNight 8:23 pm *BAM instant update of data. Human lady's spawn died of sickness, she is very numb, something landed on the planet, people are freaking out. She's being asked to translate alien creatures.* MedicalMurdersaurus 8:23 pm *pulls out one of Arcee's knives instead* NoodlesAtNight 8:23 pm [[He's skipping so many steps.]] NoodlesAtNight 8:24 pm [[Idiot. How do you expect someone to understand a brand new language without exposure?]] Impactbabyrobo 8:24 pm Uh-huh! Boomtank 8:24 pm It can't be done Not with that short of a clip, at that quality opatoes 8:24 pm Are they just expecting her to be like "These growls are probably angry growls" chronosmith 8:24 pm Honestly I don't get why they thought they'd be successful with that. SpecsTheSpectralDragon 8:24 pm They want a miracle, not an answer. Impactbabyrobo 8:24 pm Boooooo Arcee-Autobot 8:24 pm *Confused Arcee has no real idea whats going on around her* MedicalMurdersaurus 8:25 pm *offers Bird the knife instead* NoodlesAtNight 8:25 pm [[Of course they are. Humans are as fearful as we are. They want a reason to shoot.]] chronosmith 8:25 pm Anyway, hey, Prowl. You figured out how to speak to your little guy. Any chance you might be able to decipher tire? Boomtank 8:25 pm Well SpecsTheSpectralDragon 8:25 pm Landing outside of her house? How rude. verdigrisprowl 8:25 pm You know how when an engineer says he can build something in two days and his superior demands it in two hours, like his superior thinks that will get faster results? I think it's that. Boomtank 8:25 pm They REALLY want answers verdigrisprowl 8:25 pm ... "Tire"? Boomtank 8:25 pm And yeah, they're...they're being unreasonable NoodlesAtNight 8:26 pm *Just your average group of bots scattered across the multiverse coming together to chatter about themselves and the movie, Arcee. Nothing too much to think about. Just enjoy yourself.* Impactbabyrobo 8:26 pm *also a Child* NoodlesAtNight 8:26 pm *Bird takes the knife and makes stabbing motions at the air. She's thrilled.*

//I mean, you got a bridge, don't ya? Anyhow, appropriate how?// NoodlesAtNight 8:27 pm [[If she wrote it, he likes her.]] MedicalMurdersaurus 8:27 pm Keehee <3 Impactbabyrobo 8:27 pm ruuuuude opatoes 8:27 pm Wow what an aft Like... Without language, how are you gonna communicate your science? Boomtank 8:27 pm There is more than one cornerstone NoodlesAtNight 8:28 pm [[Thank you, Blaster.]] verdigrisprowl 8:28 pm The cornerstone of civilization is a desire and intent to cooperate. Impactbabyrobo 8:28 pm You need several for a building! verdigrisprowl 8:28 pm They're both thinking too high level. Boomtank 8:28 pm Egos verdigrisprowl 8:28 pm ... But a desire to cooperate leads to language a lot faster than it leads to science. MedicalMurdersaurus 8:28 pm You Bird stab bot! That more fun than talky movie! Boomtank 8:28 pm That's it NoodlesAtNight 8:28 pm [[Yes. Yes it does.]] SpecsTheSpectralDragon 8:28 pm It's an egg. Boomtank 8:29 pm And what the hell? NoodlesAtNight 8:29 pm {{Us go stab bot now?}} *Blink blink.* chronosmith 8:29 pm Yeah. Tire creature. *looks down--and then bends over, peeking under the couch. His Whirlipede rolls out, nearly smacking him in the face* That. This. MedicalMurdersaurus 8:29 pm *grins and shrugs, why does she think he has a PLAN?* chronosmith 8:29 pm And, I was referring to this, Rumble. *gestures to himself, Prowl, and the Whirlipede* NoodlesAtNight 8:30 pm //Oh! Oh, yeah, that's - that's appropriate. Don't think your guy comes in no 1200 foot tall egg though. Heh.// verdigrisprowl 8:30 pm Oh. Yes. It was at another movie night recently, wasn't it? SCProwl 8:31 pm *Prowl arrives late as hell* What have I missed so far? NoodlesAtNight 8:31 pm {{...Bird knows bot. Him rude. Call Chimera dumb toy. Us go stab.}} *Soundwave immediately connects the other Prowl to a visual feed and a solid catchup list of data* Boomtank 8:31 pm -squirms- verdigrisprowl 8:31 pm ((WHO SHIT TALKED CHIMERA)) Boomtank 8:31 pm -needles, no thanks- Impactbabyrobo 8:31 pm ((PROTECT CHIMERA)) opatoes 8:31 pm But- that's true, Impact! NoodlesAtNight 8:32 pm ((a dead mech)) SCProwl 8:32 pm Thank you, Soundwave. Impactbabyrobo 8:32 pm 3😀 ((nice)) verdigrisprowl 8:32 pm ((boy, are they ever)) chronosmith 8:32 pm *to Rumble* Not that I know of, but if it does, then damn, I need to ask if I can move in with IT.

*to Prowl* Yep! Hung out a couple of weeks back. *it's rolling around now, having been released from its self-imposed imprisonment under the couch* MedicalMurdersaurus 8:32 pm Yaahhhh! Stabbing! *double fist pump* SpecsTheSpectralDragon 8:32 pm ((the dragon will kill)) Boomtank 8:32 pm ((murder NoodlesAtNight 8:32 pm [[That is not what he's saying, you--]] SpecsTheSpectralDragon 8:33 pm That's why you bring a rebreather. verdigrisprowl 8:33 pm He's saying that they're taking great pains NOT to suffocate the humans. SCProwl 8:33 pm They've been trained to see threats where there might not even be one. SpecsTheSpectralDragon 8:33 pm ((scuba is fun)) verdigrisprowl 8:34 pm When all you have is a hammer, everything looks like a nail. opatoes 8:34 pm Soundwave, is this like Shape of the Water? Impactbabyrobo 8:34 pm *digs around in her subspace for a bit, before going "aha!" and pulling out a bit of tinsel* SpecsTheSpectralDragon 8:34 pm ((it would be if I was there)) ((wink wonk)) Impactbabyrobo 8:34 pm Oh, the movie with the lady and fish guy and the romance? NoodlesAtNight 8:34 pm *Bird floats up and sneaks toward the door. She's gonna sneak out and have herself a good night with Swoop in tow.* chronosmith 8:34 pm ((i gotta see the aliens before I make my verdict)) opatoes 8:34 pm Yeah! The romance movie. Impactbabyrobo 8:34 pm *offers tinsel bit to chimera* opatoes 8:34 pm Are they gonna romance the aliens in this one? ... It's not like Alien, is it? NoodlesAtNight 8:34 pm *Get some lessons taught to dumb bots with more mouth than desire to keep their limbs.* opatoes 8:35 pm isn't that the bean in chicago SpecsTheSpectralDragon 8:35 pm ((look, if aliens land on earth, idc what they look like. I'm giving 'em a smooching if the smooching is non-harmful to the aliens and they agree to be smooched.)) Impactbabyrobo 8:35 pm anish kapoooooooor! NoodlesAtNight 8:35 pm *Both Ravage and Chimera lift their heads. Tinsel?* SpecsTheSpectralDragon 8:35 pm ((I /will/ be the first human to smooch an alien)) MedicalMurdersaurus 8:35 pm *is down for both watching AND unnecessarily cauterizing wounds, because that's what friends are for* verdigrisprowl 8:35 pm ((look. i'm ace.)) ((but if aliens landed, i WOULD be dtf.)) SpecsTheSpectralDragon 8:35 pm ((literally same)) opatoes 8:35 pm ((ill be in line to smooch an alien asap NoodlesAtNight 8:35 pm ((agree)) MedicalMurdersaurus 8:35 pm ((James Tiptree has a story about that LOL)) Arcee-Autobot 8:35 pm [[ But what if Aliens want to smooch you??]] Impactbabyrobo 8:36 pm *😮 thinks, then divides tinsel into two pieces* ((saaaame)) NoodlesAtNight 8:36 pm ((then they may form their own line)) SpecsTheSpectralDragon 8:36 pm ((if aliens want to smooch me back hell yeah)) verdigrisprowl 8:36 pm ... I've seen a species that uses craft like that. Impactbabyrobo 8:37 pm *beams and holds out one tinsel bit toward Chimera and one toward Ravage* 3😀 Boomtank 8:37 pm -watching intently- chronosmith 8:37 pm ((same tbh but in movie aliens i got some standards)) opatoes 8:37 pm ((I feel like the best case scenario for aliens is that they come here and are dtf and nice NoodlesAtNight 8:37 pm <<Sit with Chimera and friends,>> *they chirp to Impact, nosing around the tinsel. It's a good couch. Swerve, them, the dragon.* SpecsTheSpectralDragon 8:37 pm ((that's valid)) NoodlesAtNight 8:37 pm *Ravage just gobbles it with bright optics and streeeeeeetches on the floor.* verdigrisprowl 8:37 pm ((yeah fair. if we're looking at the whole range of fictional aliens we can afford to be choosy. SpecsTheSpectralDragon 8:37 pm *the dragon is having a cozy loaf on Chimera. all is well with the world.* NoodlesAtNight 8:37 pm [[Which species, Prowl?]] verdigrisprowl 8:37 pm ... ............ I forgot their name. Impactbabyrobo 8:37 pm Okay! *sits!* SpecsTheSpectralDragon 8:38 pm ((me, grabbing a yaujita in one arm and a protoss in the other: mine)) NoodlesAtNight 8:38 pm [[Oh. If you remember, let him know. He is curious. And... that is an odd way for something to behave on Earth.]] chronosmith 8:38 pm ((me, holding a shoggoth in the air: mine!)) SpecsTheSpectralDragon 8:38 pm Huh. That's not how gravity works. Boomtank 8:38 pm What. verdigrisprowl 8:38 pm ... I don't know whether they do that on the inside. SpecsTheSpectralDragon 8:38 pm ((you are a big dumb gay and you are BEYOND valid, cy)) Boomtank 8:38 pm Oh wow chronosmith 8:38 pm ((thank you my friend 😎 )) NoodlesAtNight 8:38 pm [[....Fascinating.]] SpecsTheSpectralDragon 8:39 pm I want to do that. That would be so much fun to fly in. Impactbabyrobo 8:39 pm Wooaahhh! chronosmith 8:39 pm Yeah, that is pretty damn neat. Wonder if I can get THAT installed. Boomtank 8:39 pm Looks like fun NoodlesAtNight 8:39 pm *Chimera nudges Impact's arm. Welcome to the couch. ... It will bite off a tiny piece of tinsel for her. Sharing!* [[If you get that installed, show him how.]] chronosmith 8:40 pm Will do. NoodlesAtNight 8:40 pm [[He has an idea of how to use it.]] chronosmith 8:40 pm Oh? verdigrisprowl 8:40 pm ... I think that should be possible in our ships. Boomtank 8:40 pm Don't fall Impactbabyrobo 8:40 pm *oh gosh! Impact toys fiddles with the tinsel bit happily* SpecsTheSpectralDragon 8:40 pm *if people are being hospitalized due to alien stress, you might not want to force someone into the alien ship.* I suppose the space elevators would be like that if the gravity wasn't standardized. chronosmith 8:40 pm All else fails, I can get a really BIG magnet. NoodlesAtNight 8:40 pm *Still thinking, Chimera continues separating their tinsel bit. A portion for Swerve and a portion for the dragon.* Swervester 8:41 pm Thanks. verdigrisprowl 8:41 pm *slowly turns to look at whirl* Impactbabyrobo 8:41 pm ((chimera is too precious)) Swervester 8:41 pm [he's gonna chew on that slowly] chronosmith 8:41 pm Like, the biggest. verdigrisprowl 8:41 pm ... Do you have a potential source for this really big magnet. chronosmith 8:41 pm Not yet I don't. Swervester 8:41 pm Knowing our ship, we probably have one somewhere in Brainstorm's lab verdigrisprowl 8:41 pm Ah. *the slightest hint of disappointment* NoodlesAtNight 8:41 pm [[She is having trouble not panicking, he thinks.]] *Eyeing the linguist.* chronosmith 8:42 pm But that would be a hell of a security system. 'Oh, you wanna cause trouble? Say hello to my electro-magnet, idiot.' NoodlesAtNight 8:42 pm //...Frag's the bird for?// chronosmith 8:42 pm Company? Impactbabyrobo 8:42 pm Oh oh! I think I know! SpecsTheSpectralDragon 8:42 pm *the dragon churrs, but pushes her tinsel bit back to Chimera* Organics don't need tinsel. You should eat this. NoodlesAtNight 8:42 pm //Oh. Huh, I guess they might like pets.// Impactbabyrobo 8:42 pm It's like, mining! Boomtank 8:42 pm A bribe? Impactbabyrobo 8:42 pm If the air gets bad, the bird has a hard time first! SpecsTheSpectralDragon 8:42 pm If the bird can breathe, so can they, I presume. Boomtank 8:42 pm Is that what he said? Impactbabyrobo 8:42 pm Which is sad for the bird 😞 NoodlesAtNight 8:42 pm //Mining?//

*Chimera blinks, then gobbles the tinsel.* <<Okay.>> Arcee-Autobot 8:42 pm *Arcee just holds a Large bowl of human popcorn, its weird but she likes it?* SpecsTheSpectralDragon 8:43 pm ((show us the sexy)) NoodlesAtNight 8:43 pm //Oh. ... Good thing that didn't happen to our Bird.// NoodlesAtNight 8:43 pm *Soundwave IMMEDIATELY on the edge of his seat* SpecsTheSpectralDragon 8:43 pm ((OH MY GOD THEY ARE OCTOPOGGLES)) chronosmith 8:43 pm (( 👀 )) (( 👀 👀 👀 )) Boomtank 8:43 pm Oh wow NoodlesAtNight 8:43 pm *A feeler already trying to paw at Prowl. Did he. Did he see. Did he see? He saw?* verdigrisprowl 8:43 pm ... The species I know of didn't look like that. MedicalMurdersaurus 8:43 pm ((they did a great job getting inhuman across but man did they make them huggable)) SpecsTheSpectralDragon 8:44 pm ((I know, right)) ((I just wanna smorch)) verdigrisprowl 8:44 pm *yes, yes, he saw, he— takes feeler. are you okay?* Boomtank 8:44 pm What....what were those? How were they moving? The speaking sounds like a...a...a whale NoodlesAtNight 8:44 pm *SOUNDS HOW HE SEES THEM* opatoes 8:44 pm why. why do they have to have tentacles SpecsTheSpectralDragon 8:44 pm Because they're a sensible species. NoodlesAtNight 8:45 pm *Yes, he's all right. He's excited. Prowl is getting multiple forms of happy pings.* opatoes 8:45 pm Tentacles aren't sensible! verdigrisprowl 8:45 pm *oh. well then. sends two happy pings back.* Impactbabyrobo 8:45 pm Tentacles are useful! verdigrisprowl 8:45 pm *he's keeping this feeler.* opatoes 8:45 pm They're all wiggly and slimy Boomtank 8:46 pm -the movie has all his attention- They're trying to communicate? SpecsTheSpectralDragon 8:46 pm Soundwave isn't slimy. Impactbabyrobo 8:46 pm Yeah! Boomtank 8:46 pm No, they are Impactbabyrobo 8:46 pm I had feelers once! NoodlesAtNight 8:46 pm [[They are not whales. He has seen whales. They look - they resemble octopus. But not right. No, not Earth ones.]] Boomtank 8:46 pm No, they SOUND like whales NoodlesAtNight 8:46 pm [[And his feelers are not slimy.]] *He wiggles the one in Prowl's hands. See.* Boomtank 8:47 pm But yes, the look like octopus verdigrisprowl 8:47 pm They appear to have more... firm joints, than octopus. chronosmith 8:47 pm *peers closely* NoodlesAtNight 8:47 pm [[Oh. They do have similar sounds. To some degree.]] *Nodding.* [[Yes. Like fingers.]] [[Don't introduce your species covered up. You will confuse them.]] Boomtank 8:48 pm Yeah! verdigrisprowl 8:48 pm They might just think humans look orange and wrinkly. chronosmith 8:48 pm Wait around a second. Maybe they're going to get something. SpecsTheSpectralDragon 8:48 pm To be fair, introducing your species dead might also be a bad thing. Impactbabyrobo 8:48 pm THey might think humans are orange! NoodlesAtNight 8:48 pm [[At least they would be able to see one. ... What is - is that ink?]] chronosmith 8:48 pm Oh damn. It farted. Boomtank 8:48 pm It's not going to help.....oh... SpecsTheSpectralDragon 8:48 pm ...Nice. opatoes 8:48 pm .... Ooooh, that's cool NoodlesAtNight 8:48 pm *PERK* [[A symbol.]] Boomtank 8:48 pm It's WRITING Impactbabyrobo 8:49 pm Oooooh! SpecsTheSpectralDragon 8:49 pm Writing is easier to analyze, too, compared to trying to get verbal speaking analyzed. NoodlesAtNight 8:49 pm *Already logging the writing and identifying anything that might be important - spires, thicknesses, branch locations, circle breaks--* verdigrisprowl 8:49 pm *squints* ... I wonder if those are sentences or words. Boomtank 8:50 pm -definitely doing the same- chronosmith 8:50 pm *turns his attention to the tire, which is going through a tour of Underneath Everyone's Seat* Can YOU do that?

*it looks at him, briefly, but doesn't respond* SpecsTheSpectralDragon 8:51 pm ((same with the yucatan peninsula!)) chronosmith 8:51 pm ((the kangaroo one is a myth)) SpecsTheSpectralDragon 8:51 pm ((bah, there's the racism)) ((wait, really?)) ((I know the yuctan- LMAO)) Boomtank 8:51 pm Ah? Impactbabyrobo 8:51 pm ((yucatan?)) chronosmith 8:51 pm Oh, I can translate that. *lowers voice eerily* Before you do... you see the ring. NoodlesAtNight 8:52 pm *Glancing at Prowl, all his ongoing marks on his visor.* [[What makes you ask that?]] *He's curious about what's on Prowl's mind.* chronosmith 8:52 pm And, yeah, isn't it supposed to be, like math? That's how you form a basis of communication? Gotta exchange math. SpecsTheSpectralDragon 8:52 pm ((apparently "yucatan" means "I don't understand")) verdigrisprowl 8:52 pm If you exchange math, then you know math. NoodlesAtNight 8:52 pm *....Ping to Blaster. Want to compare notes?* chronosmith 8:53 pm Yeah. You do that, bam, you've translated what your numbers look like. Boomtank 8:53 pm -Yes! Pings back excitement- opatoes 8:53 pm ... Oooh, this is cool. chronosmith 8:53 pm ((Joe Alien: my alias for committing crimes in roswell new mexico)) NoodlesAtNight 8:53 pm *Good. He will absolutely be sharing things throughout the movie.*

[[She knows her job well.]] SpecsTheSpectralDragon 8:53 pm ((lmao cy I love you)) verdigrisprowl 8:54 pm *glances back at Soundwave* Just trying to figure it out. SpecsTheSpectralDragon 8:54 pm It's a shame the other humans won't let her /do/ her job. Impactbabyrobo 8:54 pm ((omg)) Mmmhmm! Boomtank 8:54 pm She does. She's knows what she's doing and that's why the military took her there chronosmith 8:55 pm So like, following that line hypothetically... you get your numbers. You exchange math. You can write out "two," and put two of an object down, right? Then they already know the number, and they can figure out what the second part is by looking at the objects. SpecsTheSpectralDragon 8:55 pm ((mhm, I'm not liking the fact that the symbol for human looks like a planet getting hit by something)) Boomtank 8:55 pm Oh! Write 'human' again and pass it around ....not that opatoes 8:55 pm w. whoa NoodlesAtNight 8:55 pm [[...No. No, he sees what she is doing.]] SCProwl 8:55 pm *trying to analyze the writing herself* Boomtank 8:55 pm Okay, she's...got a point, but yikes verdigrisprowl 8:56 pm Now they might think the word on her board means "naked." SpecsTheSpectralDragon 8:56 pm Rebreathers, human. Impactbabyrobo 8:56 pm Hee! SpecsTheSpectralDragon 8:56 pm You cannot learn or teach if you are /dead/. NoodlesAtNight 8:56 pm [[If they understand clothes. They do not seem to have any.]] Boomtank 8:56 pm Okay, she's trying, but...no NoodlesAtNight 8:56 pm *Ohhh. What a beautiful appendage.* verdigrisprowl 8:57 pm ((don't tap the aquarium)) chronosmith 8:57 pm Neat. SpecsTheSpectralDragon 8:57 pm This is not exactly how I would go about things, myself. But I dislike dying. Without her charge... She may not dislike it so much... Boomtank 8:57 pm Oh! NoodlesAtNight 8:58 pm [[Good. This will help.]] SpecsTheSpectralDragon 8:58 pm It's a different symbol. ((I love how you can hear the resignation in his voice with this one. just. "sir, the scientists are being fools.")) verdigrisprowl 8:58 pm (("the nerds are fucking around again")) Boomtank 8:58 pm ((yup Boomtank 8:59 pm ((like 'here we go, they're being stupid' chronosmith 8:59 pm So, their n--yeah! verdigrisprowl 8:59 pm Pfff! SpecsTheSpectralDragon 8:59 pm Names indicate personhood, which means they can presumably understand a collective and personal "you," which means she's done her job. NoodlesAtNight 8:59 pm [[Look how they move...]] verdigrisprowl 8:59 pm what's alien circle speak for "who's on first?" chronosmith 8:59 pm *snickers* NoodlesAtNight 8:59 pm [[He will tell you as soon as he has the necessary data.]] Impactbabyrobo 9:00 pm *obnoxiously loud HA!* Boomtank 9:00 pm -miiight be bouncing a bit- verdigrisprowl 9:00 pm They could still be wrong about the names. SCProwl 9:00 pm If this provides us with enough data for that. chronosmith 9:00 pm See, prowl, another reason to teach them numbers first--they can get that 7 x 13 = 28 bit. verdigrisprowl 9:00 pm Maybe they thought the humans were labeling their genders and presented their own. Hff. Fair point. SCProwl 9:00 pm If they have a concept of gender. verdigrisprowl 9:00 pm A big if. verdigrisprowl 9:01 pm An alarming number of organic species do, though. SpecsTheSpectralDragon 9:01 pm Gender starts as needing to know what bits go together to produce babies. NoodlesAtNight 9:02 pm [[The more humans they present with names the better. They could form groups according to what they consider their genders later.]] verdigrisprowl 9:02 pm ... That can't be right. There are Cybertrons and colonies with genders. SpecsTheSpectralDragon 9:02 pm Oh. I don't know, then. Boomtank 9:02 pm The more humans they present should look similar, so they don't get too confused NoodlesAtNight 9:02 pm [[...Oh! Humans can create identical twin spawn. Bring a pair of them. Have them introduce their names.]] MedicalMurdersaurus 9:02 pm *elsewhere, swoop is off being such a boy, all the boy, a terrible boy* Boomtank 9:03 pm Because Prowl has a point, it is entirely possible they thought they were introducing gender verdigrisprowl 9:03 pm Or anything else. verdigrisprowl 9:04 pm I use that as an example because organics seem fixated on that. Boomtank 9:04 pm And that is a good idea, identical twins SCProwl 9:04 pm Job. Caste. Skin pigment. NoodlesAtNight 9:04 pm *Pleased hum.* Boomtank 9:04 pm Still, it's correct, they don't know if it's names or what verdigrisprowl 9:05 pm *oh! translations!* chronosmith 9:05 pm *tilts his head. He's honestly interested* Boomtank 9:05 pm OH! -yup, excitement here- NoodlesAtNight 9:05 pm *Oh, his spark. His fans are on and spinning wlidly now. Gotta find out how they got all those.* Impactbabyrobo 9:05 pm Oooooooh SpecsTheSpectralDragon 9:05 pm *the dragon is also extremely interested* SCProwl 9:05 pm *memorizes all of those logograms that just appeared* Boomtank 9:06 pm -the curiosity is going to /kill/ him at this rate- NoodlesAtNight 9:06 pm *They shall die together.* Boomtank 9:07 pm -hopefully that isn't the case- verdigrisprowl 9:08 pm I THINK he's trying to apologize for being a jerk. He's not doing very well at it. NoodlesAtNight 9:08 pm [[At least he is trying.]] Boomtank 9:08 pm ............ verdigrisprowl 9:08 pm That's true. ... What's there to protest? The aliens haven't DONE anything. NoodlesAtNight 9:08 pm [[Nothing. They're afraid.]] Boomtank 9:08 pm What....are...are they...ugh Impactbabyrobo 9:08 pm UGH SCProwl 9:09 pm *frowns* opatoes 9:09 pm Uuuugh humans NoodlesAtNight 9:09 pm [[That is /not/ the smartest thing.]] Boomtank 9:09 pm Nooooo, that's a BAD idea Impactbabyrobo 9:09 pm bluuuh SpecsTheSpectralDragon 9:09 pm ((whirlmun, the local hyena is not sleeping when she's supposed to be, go swat her on the nose for me)) Boomtank 9:09 pm So far they have done nothing but sit there, don't aggravate them NoodlesAtNight 9:09 pm [[Their species is so advanced you know nothing about how they communicate between ships, or even what the ships are made of, and you think your puny human military can impress them?]] opatoes 9:09 pm Look, they were able to travel from who knows where here. They probably are better equipped and- yeah. chronosmith 9:09 pm Honestly, yeah. SpecsTheSpectralDragon 9:10 pm Showing your claws is not helpful when the other dragon has bigger ones. chronosmith 9:10 pm I'm a big fan of bigging yourself up, but if you OBVIOUSLY can't back it up, then it's just sad. Boomtank 9:10 pm Don't even know WHY they're there, it could only be to sightsee NoodlesAtNight 9:10 pm //Seriously. Even I know that.// chronosmith 9:10 pm ((and specs I surely will)) SpecsTheSpectralDragon 9:11 pm ((thank u)) NoodlesAtNight 9:11 pm *Snagging everything he can off background shots? Yes.* SpecsTheSpectralDragon 9:11 pm She's very unconvincing. Boomtank 9:11 pm -good, he may have missed some- chronosmith 9:11 pm ((ALSO, I can still barely see them, but all evidence suggests that these are the kind of aliens I'd 1000% want to smooch on)) Impactbabyrobo 9:11 pm *pokes where her own nose would be if she had one* SCProwl 9:12 pm *not alone in that, Prowl's already trying to analyze the symbols against what's already been shown on screen* Impactbabyrobo 9:12 pm ((get it)) verdigrisprowl 9:12 pm *... pings soundwave* NoodlesAtNight 9:12 pm *Glance?* SpecsTheSpectralDragon 9:12 pm ((absolutely the smoochable aliens)) verdigrisprowl 9:12 pm *he's started doing what she's doing on the screen: counting and marking all the points and lines and such.* NoodlesAtNight 9:13 pm *!!!!* [[....Er.]] Impactbabyrobo 9:13 pm 😮??? chronosmith 9:13 pm ((time 2 kiss)) SpecsTheSpectralDragon 9:13 pm *what the* chronosmith 9:13 pm Huh. Boomtank 9:13 pm ....um. SpecsTheSpectralDragon 9:13 pm ((TIME TO KISS)) opatoes 9:13 pm ... I will say those aliens do sound nice NoodlesAtNight 9:13 pm [[....She might need a small break.]] verdigrisprowl 9:13 pm *smooch the heptaknuckle* chronosmith 9:13 pm ((HAHA SPECS)) Boomtank 9:13 pm That....was..... SpecsTheSpectralDragon 9:13 pm ((kissu! kissu! kissu!)) verdigrisprowl 9:13 pm ((THAT WAS SUPPOSED TO BE PARENTHESES)) ((i'm leaving it idc)) opatoes 9:13 pm ((PROWL SMOOCHES THEM NoodlesAtNight 9:13 pm *Honestly, he's almost tempted, Prowl.* verdigrisprowl 9:14 pm ((thanks for covering for me cro ur a hero)) chronosmith 9:14 pm I... hmm. *peers, rubbing the underside of his helm with a claw-tip* Wonder if that's evidence of... telepathy? Like they're trying to talk to her telepathically? NoodlesAtNight 9:14 pm (( *thumbs up* )) chronosmith 9:14 pm ((who can blame prowl? No-one)) NoodlesAtNight 9:14 pm *He pings so many requests for the data Prowl has. ... And, on a whim, his timeline's Prowl as well. Just in case.* *He's offering trades.* verdigrisprowl 9:14 pm Humans typically have nonsense dreams that are made up of a mix of their current experiences. It's likely no more than that. NoodlesAtNight 9:15 pm *Softly.* [[He hopes they are telepathic.]] chronosmith 9:15 pm Yeah, but she could be having experiences she doesn't even realize she's having. Because she's not telepathic. Impactbabyrobo 9:15 pm But dreams almost always mean something in movies! SpecsTheSpectralDragon 9:15 pm It may be telepathy. I don't know how it works, but I've heard that it can damage the organic brain. chronosmith 9:15 pm Like a one-way radio. She's receiving messages, but can't send them back. Hey, prowl, look. She's on your level. verdigrisprowl 9:15 pm Hah. NoodlesAtNight 9:15 pm *Horrified moment. They wouldn't be so foolish. Would they?* Boomtank 9:16 pm .......... verdigrisprowl 9:16 pm *hopes for Soundwave that they're telepathic.* Impactbabyrobo 9:16 pm She's writing! NoodlesAtNight 9:16 pm *Didn't they see their own movie about the wargame computer?* Boomtank 9:16 pm Oh no... Impactbabyrobo 9:16 pm So cooooool! SCProwl 9:16 pm *hesitates momentarily before accepting, has been analyzing the logograms compared to other written languages she knows for any possible correlation. nothing found yet, there's only so much information to be gleaned* Boomtank 9:17 pm ..... NoodlesAtNight 9:17 pm *Don't mind Soundwave. He's just gonna slam his timeline's Prowl with everything he and Blaster have already got and seize what she's analyzed.* chronosmith 9:17 pm They're salesmen. NoodlesAtNight 9:17 pm *Spread that back to Blaster.* [[The worst kind of visitor.]] chronosmith 9:17 pm They're intergalactic door-to-door salesmen. SCProwl 9:17 pm *grateful ping* NoodlesAtNight 9:18 pm [[Do /not/ make assumptions with information that delicate!]] verdigrisprowl 9:18 pm A pack of Swindles. Impactbabyrobo 9:18 pm *giggles* SpecsTheSpectralDragon 9:18 pm It's more complicated than that because politics are problematic. Boomtank 9:19 pm -Awesome, he's going to throw it back into what he's working with to see what he can come up with- SpecsTheSpectralDragon 9:19 pm The soldier just broke in, didn't he. opatoes 9:19 pm It'd be really funny if they were just offering them like... a hard egg boiler or something NoodlesAtNight 9:19 pm *Ping ping ping ping date Prowl too. Updated information. What have you got now?* chronosmith 9:19 pm *the Whirlipede has at last satisfied itself that the underside of everyone's chair is up to inspection standards. It halts by the sofa, bouncing and spinning until it gets enough propulsion to launch itself up, roll over to Whirl's side, and settle down* NoodlesAtNight 9:20 pm [[Damned fools. Do not separate. Find out who taught which ones the word 'weapon' and how. See where the similarities pop up.]] Boomtank 9:20 pm Oh that's not good.... verdigrisprowl 9:20 pm *just that one new symbol.* Impactbabyrobo 9:20 pm 😧 NoodlesAtNight 9:21 pm [[....]] *Suspicious.* verdigrisprowl 9:21 pm *all helpfully marked up, but there's no interpretation of it.* opatoes 9:21 pm Oh. Oh no NoodlesAtNight 9:21 pm [[Oh no.]] SpecsTheSpectralDragon 9:21 pm IS HE. Impactbabyrobo 9:21 pm Is that a BOMB?! Boomtank 9:21 pm Unless...WHAT NoodlesAtNight 9:21 pm *Marked up is what he wants. It saves him time.* Boomtank 9:21 pm WHAT NO SCProwl 9:21 pm Idiots. opatoes 9:21 pm ... Man, they'll let them die in there won't they chronosmith 9:21 pm Yeah, that;s incredibly dumb. Boomtank 9:21 pm What are they doing, that's so stupid! NoodlesAtNight 9:22 pm [[They don't know.]] [[They don't know...]] chronosmith 9:22 pm I mean, I'm not a linguist, or a diplomat, or a politician, or a commander, or anything even remotely similar, but even I get that. Boomtank 9:22 pm No, the ones who put the bomb there! Impactbabyrobo 9:22 pm *Very anxious tinsel fiddling* Boomtank 9:22 pm -so worried now- SpecsTheSpectralDragon 9:23 pm Question mark? NoodlesAtNight 9:23 pm [[Mimic him.]] Boomtank 9:23 pm -internal screaming- NoodlesAtNight 9:23 pm [[He indicates the barrier. Mark it back.]] Impactbabyrobo 9:23 pm Are they trying to warn about the bomb? opatoes 9:23 pm ........... oh primus chronosmith 9:23 pm Yeah, could be. opatoes 9:23 pm I think they are Boomtank 9:24 pm -sorry Soundwave- chronosmith 9:24 pm It's probable that the bomb won't hurt them. verdigrisprowl 9:24 pm Do they know about the bomb? chronosmith 9:24 pm Dunno. (( 👀 )) Impactbabyrobo 9:25 pm THAT'S SO COOL NoodlesAtNight 9:25 pm *Leeeeeeeeeeean* opatoes 9:25 pm OOH SpecsTheSpectralDragon 9:25 pm That seemed like telepathy. NoodlesAtNight 9:25 pm [[It does know.]] chronosmith 9:25 pm Neat! NoodlesAtNight 9:25 pm [[What she's thinking.]] opatoes 9:25 pm Costello just RUNS verdigrisprowl 9:25 pm ... There's no way she could control that ink to produce the adequate symbols UNLESS she's utilizing... maybe not telepathy. Telekinesis? NoodlesAtNight 9:25 pm *COPY COPY COPY* NoodlesAtNight 9:26 pm [[Run, humans. Throw the bomb out.]] Swervester 9:26 pm Maybe the alien controlled the ink and just wanted her to make the shapes so she'd understand them? chronosmith 9:26 pm Saved her, then. opatoes 9:26 pm ... they protected them NoodlesAtNight 9:26 pm *Bows his head.* Boomtank 9:26 pm Oh... SpecsTheSpectralDragon 9:26 pm Oh. Oh no. Impactbabyrobo 9:26 pm *wounded noise* Boomtank 9:27 pm -low whine- No.... verdigrisprowl 9:27 pm Is Abbott okay? NoodlesAtNight 9:27 pm *Trying to distract himself* [[The - the ink itself could be reactive.]] verdigrisprowl 9:27 pm Yes, but it has to react to something. ... Given. verdigrisprowl 9:28 pm What they were "given." NoodlesAtNight 9:28 pm *Slow turn* [[Hm?]] SpecsTheSpectralDragon 9:28 pm Ah, they are leaving. opatoes 9:28 pm .... Noooo don't leave Boomtank 9:28 pm Can't blame them Impactbabyrobo 9:28 pm 😧 opatoes 9:28 pm 😔 Boomtank 9:28 pm If they are Impactbabyrobo 9:28 pm Noooooo SpecsTheSpectralDragon 9:28 pm Gave technology, now they leave. verdigrisprowl 9:28 pm "Give weapon." Weapon-technology-humanity-whatever-else-they-said. Boomtank 9:29 pm BECAUSE YOU ATTACKED THEM verdigrisprowl 9:29 pm They gave. That. NoodlesAtNight 9:29 pm *Diving hard into the symbols. There's so many. So very many. Prowl - Prowls? - help him and Blaster mark. Please.* verdigrisprowl 9:30 pm Maybe that's it, maybe it's—it's a diplomacy mission? They're giving communication? Impactbabyrobo 9:30 pm What're you gonna DO if they don't leave?! They can just float away! SCProwl 9:30 pm ((gd rabbit stop skipping i literally can't follow anything verdigrisprowl 9:30 pm *oh! Yeah, sure, marks up the gibberish.* SpecsTheSpectralDragon 9:30 pm I'm surprised that they believe they /can/ destroy the aliens. Human hubris at its finest. Impactbabyrobo 9:30 pm Maybe they were giving words? verdigrisprowl 9:30 pm That's what I'm saying. NoodlesAtNight 9:30 pm [[A dictionary?]] Boomtank 9:30 pm -and yes, he's trying to mark this out- Boomtank 9:31 pm -so many of them- NoodlesAtNight 9:31 pm *Primus, they're not going to work out all of those before the movie is over. They won't even work out a fraction. How do you understand something without references? What about things only seen on an alien planet?* chronosmith 9:31 pm Mmm... mutual... ism? SpecsTheSpectralDragon 9:31 pm That was not the right move, docent. chronosmith 9:31 pm Is that what she's looking for? SpecsTheSpectralDragon 9:31 pm Mutualism sounds right to me, too. verdigrisprowl 9:31 pm Symbiosis? NoodlesAtNight 9:32 pm *Does he have something? What does he have? How do they know where to start?* SCProwl 9:32 pm Gaps in the writing. Ah! Boomtank 9:33 pm AH NoodlesAtNight 9:33 pm [[That's - it's -]] *Leaning back.* [[How - how clever...]] SpecsTheSpectralDragon 9:33 pm What a turnskin. Eaten scourge human politics. Boomtank 9:34 pm ...... Impactbabyrobo 9:34 pm o_o NoodlesAtNight 9:34 pm [[Til all are one.]] *Harsh huff* verdigrisprowl 9:34 pm "Many become one," that's— *looks at Soundwave* Yes. That. chronosmith 9:34 pm Pfft. NoodlesAtNight 9:34 pm *Adoring ping.* [[Do not tell any Rodimuses.]] Boomtank 9:35 pm -soft snort- That phrase is used a lot. Even if in different words. NoodlesAtNight 9:35 pm [[Perhaps there is something to it.]] Impactbabyrobo 9:35 pm She's gonna do something! Swervester 9:36 pm //cAT PLESE CEASE SpecsTheSpectralDragon 9:36 pm The question is, why is the Halpern Turnskin such an Eaten-Scourged nuisance. chronosmith 9:36 pm *idly shifts his arm so that he can extrude his fine manipulators, and absent-mindedly scritch at the Whirlipede's shell* SpecsTheSpectralDragon 9:36 pm ((lol, my cat is sitting on my arm farting)) NoodlesAtNight 9:36 pm [[Because he is government-driven military.]] ((bad cat!)) Swervester 9:36 pm //she decided it was time to walk on the keys and smash against my face] chronosmith 9:36 pm ((INTO THE SPACE ELEVATOR)) Boomtank 9:36 pm ....... Impactbabyrobo 9:36 pm Elevator elevator go back up! SpecsTheSpectralDragon 9:37 pm ((honestly. I'm glad. because the dumb idiot ate cooked chicken bones out of the trash. so I'm happy she wants to hang out with me and not hide somewhere.)) NoodlesAtNight 9:37 pm ((😧 i hope she's ok)) Impactbabyrobo 9:37 pm Is she breathing? SpecsTheSpectralDragon 9:37 pm ((she seems fine! but she is a dumb idiot. and I love her.)) NoodlesAtNight 9:37 pm *...What is she floating in? What is that?* SpecsTheSpectralDragon 9:37 pm I can't believe she is breathing. Boomtank 9:37 pm She's past the barrier... SpecsTheSpectralDragon 9:38 pm ...That looks like it would feel awful on the paws or absolutely delightful, with no inbetween. verdigrisprowl 9:38 pm ... I like their flooring. Boomtank 9:38 pm That...may not be a good thing... I mean she's breathing, but... verdigrisprowl 9:38 pm It would be impossible to keep clean, though. Dirt would get down into the pits and crevasses so easily. NoodlesAtNight 9:38 pm [[..........They're... they're much larger than he....]] SpecsTheSpectralDragon 9:38 pm But that doesn't necessarily mean she's getting air from her breathing. verdigrisprowl 9:39 pm ((now kiss)) chronosmith 9:39 pm ((smooch for peace)) Boomtank 9:39 pm Oh opatoes 9:39 pm ... he sounds like a trumpet Boomtank 9:39 pm Big opatoes 9:39 pm or a trombone Impactbabyrobo 9:39 pm So tall! SpecsTheSpectralDragon 9:39 pm *goddess, they are tremendous.* ((KISSU FOR PEACE)) chronosmith 9:39 pm She was looking at his toes the whole time. SpecsTheSpectralDragon 9:39 pm OH NO verdigrisprowl 9:39 pm Oh no. opatoes 9:39 pm oh. oh no chronosmith 9:39 pm (( ; ______ ; )) NoodlesAtNight 9:39 pm [[Oh... the poor Abbott creature.]] Boomtank 9:39 pm .... Impactbabyrobo 9:40 pm 3😢 verdigrisprowl 9:40 pm He died saving them. SpecsTheSpectralDragon 9:40 pm Poor, poor abbot. ...He wants her to broadcast the symbols. Impactbabyrobo 9:40 pm They almost look soft NoodlesAtNight 9:41 pm [[How do they know that?]] verdigrisprowl 9:41 pm ... They're clairvoyant? SpecsTheSpectralDragon 9:41 pm Force their hands. Bureaucracy is bogging down the process. If she broadcasts, she forces the other humans to acknowledge. verdigrisprowl 9:41 pm *sits back* NoodlesAtNight 9:42 pm [[Wh - "who is this child"? Why would she ask about her own sp--]] verdigrisprowl 9:42 pm That isn't her—? Impactbabyrobo 9:42 pm *LOUD GASP* NoodlesAtNight 9:42 pm *....Oh, Primus.* verdigrisprowl 9:42 pm She hasn't had the child?! opatoes 9:42 pm W. Whoa. Impactbabyrobo 9:42 pm FUTURE BABY! Boomtank 9:42 pm What chronosmith 9:42 pm Oh. That's the weapon? ...there we go. Boomtank 9:42 pm WHAT SpecsTheSpectralDragon 9:42 pm Oh, goddess. Costello, I know you must be furious about Abbott, but how could you hurt her in this way? chronosmith 9:42 pm Or maybe she can travel through time? Swervester 9:42 pm [tilts head] Are they translating weapon right? verdigrisprowl 9:42 pm What's he done to hurt her? Impactbabyrobo 9:43 pm Why is the bean going sideways? Swervester 9:43 pm Does 'weapon' mean the same thing to them that it does to a human? SpecsTheSpectralDragon 9:43 pm She lost her spawn, and he's showing her the potential for another one. verdigrisprowl 9:43 pm No. There's only one spawn. There's only ever been one spawn. It's in the future. She does not have a spawn. Yet. SpecsTheSpectralDragon 9:43 pm ...Now my head hurts. NoodlesAtNight 9:43 pm [[If she's seeing the future, then it means the same thing. Knowledge of what is to come is a weapon. Perhaps the greatest.]] Swervester 9:43 pm Those weren't flash backs. They were flash forwards? NoodlesAtNight 9:43 pm *It's why he is so protective of his multiverse map.* chronosmith 9:44 pm ((Costello knows this cos they're gonna come back to take her to dinner)) ((and then shack up)) ((and then they're gonna make that baby together)) SpecsTheSpectralDragon 9:44 pm ((costello is bae)) chronosmith 9:44 pm ((costello... you ARE the father.)) verdigrisprowl 9:44 pm ((she didn't die, she molted into a baby heptapod.)) ((a little costellita)) SpecsTheSpectralDragon 9:44 pm ((exactly!)) SpecsTheSpectralDragon 9:45 pm ((blorp)) NoodlesAtNight 9:45 pm *....he sees.* Boomtank 9:45 pm The multiverse is crazy and timeline wandering only makes it worse verdigrisprowl 9:45 pm ... She knows before the child's born that she's going to die. NoodlesAtNight 9:45 pm [[Yes.]] SpecsTheSpectralDragon 9:45 pm That's horrible. Impactbabyrobo 9:45 pm That's sad opatoes 9:45 pm ... Primus. That's really terrible Swervester 9:45 pm Buit what choice did she make that was wrong? Impactbabyrobo 9:46 pm 3:c NoodlesAtNight 9:46 pm [[You'll see.]] verdigrisprowl 9:46 pm But decided she's worth having anyway. Or else decided it was inevitability. Impactbabyrobo 9:46 pm ALL THE BEANS ARE SIDEWAYS SpecsTheSpectralDragon 9:46 pm She seems to be a good child. Boomtank 9:46 pm Landing? opatoes 9:46 pm anish kapoor mode verdigrisprowl 9:46 pm They've given the gift. Leaving, probably. SpecsTheSpectralDragon 9:46 pm And time is complicated. It might be worthwhile to try, anyways. Impactbabyrobo 9:46 pm HIGH FIVE ME SMOKESCREEN! opatoes 9:46 pm /High fives Impact!/ Impactbabyrobo 9:47 pm Nice! NoodlesAtNight 9:47 pm [[Do what must be done.]] SpecsTheSpectralDragon 9:48 pm Ouch. My brain is hurting in sympathy for her. Impactbabyrobo 9:48 pm That must feel so weird! SCProwl 9:48 pm *frustrated noise* There's not enough to build a full language from the logograms we've been shown. SpecsTheSpectralDragon 9:48 pm *the dragon shakes her head* Like trying to move both eyes separately. chronosmith 9:48 pm *deja vu* *it's not necessarily the same thing but he had about a year's worth of experience with having foreign memories shoved into his head* NoodlesAtNight 9:48 pm [[They are like the wormhole aliens, then.]] verdigrisprowl 9:49 pm There's eleven more sets. She sees them later in her life. She can remember her future when she's fluent in it. Impactbabyrobo 9:49 pm Wormhole aliens ? opatoes 9:49 pm Whoa. They get a universal flag with the human symbol too? SpecsTheSpectralDragon 9:49 pm Honestly, I'm surprised that she doesn't just start vomiting on the spot. Humans purge when their brains hurt, right? NoodlesAtNight 9:49 pm [[Yes. A set near Bajor who will name the Sisko as their assistant. Never mind that for now.]] chronosmith 9:49 pm ((camera pans around. It's Costello in a suit)) SCProwl 9:50 pm I mean there's not enough for us. NoodlesAtNight 9:50 pm *Wants the other 11 sets. Give them to him.* verdigrisprowl 9:50 pm ((very stylish)) opatoes 9:50 pm : O Boomtank 9:50 pm -Same, Soundwave. Same- SpecsTheSpectralDragon 9:50 pm ...He knows, too. SpecsTheSpectralDragon 9:51 pm At least a little. chronosmith 9:51 pm Clever. Impactbabyrobo 9:51 pm Ooooooooh That's so weird and confusing but so cool! Boomtank 9:51 pm !!!! verdigrisprowl 9:51 pm Her future self doesn't remember that her past self made the phone call. chronosmith 9:51 pm *this is... all feeling incredibly familiar in a way he honestly did not expect* Impactbabyrobo 9:51 pm Because her past self hasn't made the phone call yet verdigrisprowl 9:51 pm That moment, in the future, is the "first" time she learns about it. Impactbabyrobo 9:51 pm ? SpecsTheSpectralDragon 9:51 pm That was her "self," now she's at a different time. Swervester 9:51 pm Is it a paraox or split universe? SpecsTheSpectralDragon 9:51 pm Er. chronosmith 9:51 pm *it's not upsetting, though. Just odd* Boomtank 9:52 pm Because until it happened in the future she didn't know his number SpecsTheSpectralDragon 9:52 pm That made very little sense. Impactbabyrobo 9:52 pm HAHA verdigrisprowl 9:52 pm She can't access all of time at once. opatoes 9:52 pm pfppfpff SCProwl 9:52 pm She's living both events simultaneously. NoodlesAtNight 9:52 pm [[Neither. It is non-linear time.]] verdigrisprowl 9:52 pm She's still experiencing her life only one event at a time, the chronology is just out of normal order. NoodlesAtNight 9:52 pm *At Swerve, that is.* SpecsTheSpectralDragon 9:52 pm Yes. That. chronosmith 9:52 pm She's experience other points on the timeline. Technically an alternate timeline telling her what she COULD know, since she has to create that timeline herself, with her actions in the present. Swervester 9:52 pm Oh, I see. SpecsTheSpectralDragon 9:52 pm Goddess, this is making me feel ill just trying to wrap my mind around it. opatoes 9:52 pm w. what NoodlesAtNight 9:53 pm [[It is a complicated subject. He does not blame you.]] Swervester 9:53 pm Translation? verdigrisprowl 9:53 pm She's not living both events simultaneously, she's—bouncing back and forth between two events. SCProwl 9:53 pm That would certainly get someone's attention. opatoes 9:53 pm w. what are the words Impactbabyrobo 9:53 pm Translate! Translate! chronosmith 9:53 pm Yeah. Instead of like, traveling down a road, she's kind of flying over the road. Touching down here and there. NoodlesAtNight 9:53 pm *Thinking.* verdigrisprowl 9:54 pm She's teleporting back and forth between two points on the road. NoodlesAtNight 9:54 pm [[In war there are no - mmm, what is. There are no winners, only - widows.]] SpecsTheSpectralDragon 9:54 pm *the dragon shakes her head, nauseously* I am not designed for this. verdigrisprowl 9:54 pm And never traveling over the same span of road twice. SpecsTheSpectralDragon 9:54 pm But I was right. Costello /did/ intend for her to force their hands. chronosmith 9:55 pm They knew everything that was going to happen. Impactbabyrobo 9:55 pm *quietly* whooshh Boomtank 9:55 pm To get them to work together chronosmith 9:55 pm But they still had to make those events come to pass. Swervester 9:55 pm So they knew Abbot would die in this mission opatoes 9:55 pm ... So they might've known that the bomb was going to be there before they even met SpecsTheSpectralDragon 9:55 pm ...Abbot knew, surely. And chose to do this anyways. Boomtank 9:55 pm So they could help THEM in the future SpecsTheSpectralDragon 9:55 pm That's very brave. Impactbabyrobo 9:55 pm So brave! chronosmith 9:55 pm It's like... time as. *thinks* Like a pair of pants. verdigrisprowl 9:55 pm It's highly probable. SpecsTheSpectralDragon 9:55 pm A pair of pants? SCProwl 9:55 pm A what? chronosmith 9:56 pm You're traveling up from the hems. You see what's going on in the other leg. And every time you do that, you get closer to the belt. SpecsTheSpectralDragon 9:56 pm ...Okay, that makes more sense. chronosmith 9:56 pm But you still gotta do those things to get to the point where the pants come together. verdigrisprowl 9:56 pm ... What's a hem? chronosmith 9:56 pm The top of the pants. Impactbabyrobo 9:56 pm It's at the bottom of pants too! SCProwl 9:56 pm What's a belt? chronosmith 9:56 pm Wait, no, the bottom. ....both. Boomtank 9:56 pm ....huh? chronosmith 9:56 pm One second. SCProwl 9:56 pm In this context. SpecsTheSpectralDragon 9:56 pm Hems are the borders where the fabric is sewn together. Like on the edges of blankets. Swervester 9:56 pm Hmm verdigrisprowl 9:57 pm ... What are the edges of blankets sewn to? NoodlesAtNight 9:57 pm [[Themselves.]] SpecsTheSpectralDragon 9:57 pm Each other. verdigrisprowl 9:57 pm *now owns three blankets. didn't think they were sewn to anything.* chronosmith 9:57 pm *he's going to widespread ping the room*

SCProwl 9:57 pm ...what? chronosmith 9:57 pm These are pants. SpecsTheSpectralDragon 9:57 pm Ah, Soundwave beat me to it. *soundy is so smart* SCProwl 9:57 pm *doesn't own blankets or pants* chronosmith 9:57 pm You start at one leg opening, and work your way towards the crotch. Boomtank 9:57 pm -oh. Pants. Makes...kinda more sense- SCProwl 9:58 pm Pants are legs? chronosmith 9:58 pm Nah, you put them on legs. verdigrisprowl 9:58 pm *?? ? ???* chronosmith 9:58 pm But these are metaphorical pants. These are the pants of time. Impactbabyrobo 9:58 pm They're clothes! SCProwl 9:58 pm This is a bad analogy for a species that doesn't put things on their legs besides paint. chronosmith 9:59 pm Too bad. I'm a soldier, not a Time Professor. verdigrisprowl 10:00 pm *he's progressively becoming more baffled by pants anatomy* SCProwl 10:00 pm Yes and I'm a Cybertronian, not a human. NoodlesAtNight 10:00 pm [[There. That's the choice she makes. The one he can't handle... because she told him what will happen to their offspring long after she agreed.]] opatoes 10:00 pm So, how many holes do pants have, anyway? NoodlesAtNight 10:00 pm [[That is why he no longer looks at their creation the same way.]] SpecsTheSpectralDragon 10:00 pm It would be a hard thing to know. opatoes 10:00 pm Like- what would you call the opening and ending for a hole? SpecsTheSpectralDragon 10:00 pm I don't know how she can handle it, truly. Impactbabyrobo 10:01 pm Maybe seeing stuff non-linearly makes you have a sense of weird peace? Iunno. chronosmith 10:01 pm ((that was EXCELLENT)) Impactbabyrobo 10:01 pm ((I'M CRYING)) NoodlesAtNight 10:01 pm ((RIGHT? also, mark time: 10:21)) opatoes 10:01 pm ((that was good 😮!!! Swervester 10:01 pm Maybe she decided that even a short time with her is better than no time? Boomtank 10:01 pm ((IT WAS AWESOME Impactbabyrobo 10:01 pm Uh-huh! That sounds like it opatoes 10:01 pm ... The second arrival? Boomtank 10:01 pm That was fun Impactbabyrobo 10:02 pm There was sad but it was also really fun! chronosmith 10:02 pm Well, I know what I'm trying to say. And that's what counts. *looks to his Whirlipede for confirmation* Right?

Whirlipede: Whirl.

See? It agrees with me. Impactbabyrobo 10:02 pm HOW IT'S MAAAAAAADE! MedicalMurdersaurus 10:02 pm ((Do you think that, by the time the aliens come back in 3,000 years for human help, the whole "how time-language was created" story will have become some sort of "aliens built the pyramids" myth?)) SCProwl 10:02 pm ... SpecsTheSpectralDragon 10:02 pm Whirlbug always agrees with you, though. chronosmith 10:02 pm .... *snickers* Yeah, because it knows what's up. Arcee-Autobot 10:02 pm *covering face while laughing* opatoes 10:02 pm OH OH SOUNDWAVE i have a video i feel like you might like Impactbabyrobo 10:03 pm THAT IS TOO MANY PIECES NoodlesAtNight 10:03 pm ((omg swoop mun)) MedicalMurdersaurus 10:04 pm ((I mean it's not like people can time jump back to lives prior to their own. They would have to rely on written records of other people's lives. MAYBE there'd still be video but the way video format evolves, it's probably going to look like absolute crap if it still exists at all. I can hear people arguing about how it's dumb to think we needed ALIENS to come up with our PRIMARY LANGUAGE that is a total reflection of how we interact with the world.)) SpecsTheSpectralDragon 10:05 pm *the dragon carefully un-loafs, absolutely unwilling to inconvenience or bother Chimera in any way* I should return home. Thank you for having me, Soundwave, and thank you for hugging me, Chimera. verdigrisprowl 10:05 pm ((the aliens knew what was going to happen 3000 years in the future, it stands to reason they'd be equally knowledgable about 3000 years in the past?)) Impactbabyrobo 10:05 pm ((XD)) NoodlesAtNight 10:05 pm [[Thank you for attending, and keeping Chimera company.]] Swervester 10:05 pm //ilygioyvuyv when you accidentally reeply to a post on swerve instead of sparky so now it looks Really Awkward verdigrisprowl 10:05 pm *Whirl asked him earlier to help with translating the tire. Now that the movie's over, he relinquishes Soundwave's heads over that direction.* Hi. MedicalMurdersaurus 10:05 pm ((I assumed that was because the aliens lived that long. Cause no one is seeing someone else's life. Just their own chunk of the timeline.)) opatoes 10:05 pm ((sparkle,,, Swervester 10:06 pm //retgt i forgot what tab i was in lmao opatoes 10:06 pm ... So that's how you wear jeans? Impactbabyrobo 10:06 pm Why would you scrape up your pants already ? opatoes 10:06 pm de-puff the pants NoodlesAtNight 10:06 pm *Soundwave lets Prowl go. He's busy working on what portion of the language they were presented.* opatoes 10:06 pm de-leg the pants Impactbabyrobo 10:06 pm *imitates the pant de-puffing noise* SCProwl 10:07 pm Oh, they're not just flat. opatoes 10:07 pm I wanna be sanded Arcee-Autobot 10:07 pm Sand? Impactbabyrobo 10:07 pm Why? opatoes 10:07 pm I'll be extra smooth! Arcee-Autobot 10:07 pm Stone?! Why?! opatoes 10:07 pm oh those pants are getting stoned Impactbabyrobo 10:07 pm But it'll take your paint off! opatoes 10:07 pm ... Wait, frag, that's a problem Impactbabyrobo 10:08 pm They just wash it with rocks! *laughs* verdigrisprowl 10:08 pm ((well. i guess that's why it's called stone wash.)) Arcee-Autobot 10:08 pm *Arcee can't handle the joke made about stoned pants* chronosmith 10:08 pm *tilts his head as Prowl approaches* Sup. opatoes 10:09 pm ... With steve? Impactbabyrobo 10:09 pm PUFF THE PANTS opatoes 10:09 pm I think I misheard Impactbabyrobo 10:09 pm steam! opatoes 10:09 pm OH I thought steve was just wearing them for them or something verdigrisprowl 10:09 pm Did you want me to...? *gestures at the tire.* Swervester 10:10 pm These puns are bad. Impactbabyrobo 10:10 pm PUNS NOT GOOD ENOUGH chronosmith 10:10 pm Yeah. If you've got time. I'm guessing this isn't the best... setting or whatever. I can fly into the city, if you've got time. God knows I do. Arcee-Autobot 10:10 pm These drawings are just beautiful opatoes 10:10 pm Aren't a lot of modern mirrors aluminum, though? SCProwl 10:11 pm I'm going to go now. Thank you, Soundwave. Swervester 10:11 pm Yes Impactbabyrobo 10:11 pm Maybe they mean silver like the color? NoodlesAtNight 10:11 pm [[You are welcome, Prowl.]] SCProwl 10:11 pm *ends the visual feed and stands up* NoodlesAtNight 10:11 pm [[And aren't they, Arcee? All one line.]] opatoes 10:11 pm Aluminum isn't as tasty as silver, so it's probably good they use that instead. Impactbabyrobo 10:12 pm Munch crunch! opatoes 10:12 pm Gotta munch! NoodlesAtNight 10:12 pm *mmmm, silver* Impactbabyrobo 10:12 pm 3:9 opatoes 10:12 pm /Smokescreen's slowly turning himself around, and almost falls over as he gets up. Maybe sitting upside down for the entire movie WASN'T a good idea!/ Boomtank 10:12 pm -sounds like they're making a snack, not mirror- Swervester 10:13 pm .... What if I made... verdigrisprowl 10:13 pm ... Pocky Men can understand each other, right? I can understand my own Magnemite. It could help speed up the translation process? NoodlesAtNight 10:13 pm ((POCKY MEN)) Impactbabyrobo 10:13 pm ((OMG)) chronosmith 10:13 pm ((thank god)) verdigrisprowl 10:13 pm ((he says this with all of the confidence of a suburban mom in 1996 talking about the newest fad her third grader is into.)) chronosmith 10:13 pm I think? Impactbabyrobo 10:14 pm ((beautiful)) opatoes 10:14 pm ... Oh, that was the mirror. I thought that was just two similar looking humans chronosmith 10:14 pm You';d know better than I would. It's just been me, this fella, and Killer out there so far. If there are any other Pocky Men, I haven't seen 'em. Impactbabyrobo 10:14 pm BEVEL verdigrisprowl 10:14 pm I've seen a swarm of Magnemite, but I've been reading up a bit on others. NoodlesAtNight 10:15 pm [[He'll have to show her this.]] opatoes 10:15 pm /Smokescreen's slowly, slowly getting up again, using the couch as a support./ Hey, Soundwave, I'm probably gonna head home for the night. Thanks for having us! NoodlesAtNight 10:15 pm [[Ah, you're welcome. Do not forget the book soon.]] verdigrisprowl 10:15 pm *oh, he should probably greet the tire itself, should he?* Hello. I'm Prowl. opatoes 10:15 pm Hey, I almost always keep it on me. It's hard to forget! NoodlesAtNight 10:16 pm [[He meant reading it again.]] verdigrisprowl 10:16 pm ((this segment is)) ((marbleous)) Impactbabyrobo 10:16 pm ((XD)) NoodlesAtNight 10:16 pm *bricks*)) chronosmith 10:16 pm ((is he speaking neo cybex or is he using whatever manner he does to communicate with his own pokemon?)) verdigrisprowl 10:16 pm ((no, marbles)) ((neocybex, currently.)) chronosmith 10:17 pm Whirlipede: Whirl! *it wiggles away from Whirl's still-absentlly-petting manipulators, and then bounces once, spinning in the air. A proper, enthusiastic greeting* MedicalMurdersaurus 10:18 pm ((I CAN'T)) verdigrisprowl 10:18 pm Oh! Hi. ... I don't understand you. I apologize if you can understand me. MedicalMurdersaurus 10:18 pm ((he's FIDDLING with stuff on his ROD in a GLORY HOLE)) verdigrisprowl 10:18 pm But we'll work on that. Impactbabyrobo 10:18 pm ((i'm die)) MedicalMurdersaurus 10:18 pm ((there is no way this narrator doesn't know what he's doing)) chronosmith 10:18 pm ((right into the punty)) verdigrisprowl 10:19 pm ((i couldn't believe, "how did they get away with calling that a glory hole on TV")) chronosmith 10:19 pm Whirlipede" *solemnly* Whirl.

*for his part, Whirl is just watching this, equal parts interested and amused* verdigrisprowl 10:19 pm *nods, completely lost.* NoodlesAtNight 10:20 pm *Stops working on the heptapod language to watch Prowl at work.* verdigrisprowl 10:20 pm Is that your full species name? "Whirlipede"? Impactbabyrobo 10:20 pm *Leans on Chimera, if Chimera is okay with it* NoodlesAtNight 10:20 pm *Chimera absolutely is. They'll even coil up on Impact.* verdigrisprowl 10:20 pm *at this point, he's mainly trying to keep the tire talking, whatever it's saying—give him some vocabulary to build up and try to analyze.* chronosmith 10:20 pm Whirlipede: *performs another spinning bounce* WhirliPEDE. Impactbabyrobo 10:21 pm *delighted by this development* Swervester 10:21 pm //why does he say marble so weird it sound s like narrrwhal verdigrisprowl 10:21 pm ((marrrboll)) Swervester 10:21 pm //oh my god Impactbabyrobo 10:21 pm ((NIPPLE)) verdigrisprowl 10:21 pm ((nipple)) Arcee-Autobot 10:21 pm *Loud Snort from Arcee* verdigrisprowl 10:21 pm ((marble making is very horny)) Swervester 10:21 pm I'm naming a drink nipples on fire, it's official. NoodlesAtNight 10:22 pm //Fraggin' fantastic.// Impactbabyrobo 10:22 pm *giggles* Swervester 10:22 pm Who wants to drink it first NoodlesAtNight 10:22 pm //Dibs.// verdigrisprowl 10:22 pm *nods at the Whirlipede again.* ... Is the bouncing part of your language or is it just for fun? *glances at Swerve* What are you going to make it out of? Swervester 10:23 pm Not a clue! That's the fun part. Impactbabyrobo 10:23 pm *hugs Chimera before getting up* Bedtime for me! Swervester 10:23 pm Probably gonna be a fire color theme though Impactbabyrobo 10:23 pm Thanks for the movie, Soundwave! chronosmith 10:23 pm Make it so damn spicy that anyone drinking it immediately has to get their fuel tank pumped for their own safety, and I'm in. Swervester 10:23 pm I can make a Whirl Special version NoodlesAtNight 10:23 pm [[You're welcome, Impact.]] <<Goodbye, Orange Child. Chimera will miss you.>> chronosmith 10:24 pm *the Whirlipede bounces again. It's anyone's guess what that means, honestly* Arcee-Autobot 10:24 pm Movie was Great Soundwave 😃 NoodlesAtNight 10:24 pm [[He is glad you thought so, Arcee. Do come again.]] Impactbabyrobo 10:24 pm I'll miss you too! But I'll come visit again, so it won't be too bad! NoodlesAtNight 10:24 pm *Happy chirp!* verdigrisprowl 10:24 pm *nods at the Whirlipede along with its bounces. He's getting nothing out of this.* Impactbabyrobo 10:24 pm *blows kisses to the room at large* G'night everybody! chronosmith 10:25 pm Seeya, twerp. Arcee-Autobot 10:25 pm C'ya everyone NoodlesAtNight 10:25 pm [[...Have you considered telling it to blink once for yeses and twice for no?]] [[That ought to move you somewhere a little faster.]] chronosmith 10:25 pm I actually... need to roll on out, myself. Uh. Thanks for, y'know. Trying, Prowl. I'll catch you again sometime. But if you got any notes you can send me, I'll give them a look-over. verdigrisprowl 10:26 pm Sure. Comm me some time, if you want. We can make a serious effort with Magnemite there. chronosmith 10:26 pm *flips him a casual salute* Gotta learn to cht with my little pal SOMETIME. *turns and bobs his head to Rumble, speaking a touch more softly, for privacy's sake* And I'll come back around again soon, to see you. Boomtank 10:26 pm -time to get going, he supposes. Crowd's going out- verdigrisprowl 10:27 pm *looks at Soundwave* There's probably an issue of mutual intelligibility. My Magnemite, at least, couldn't understand Neocybex or any of the Earth languages I tried on it. NoodlesAtNight 10:27 pm //I'mma look forward to it.// *The stupidest grin.* verdigrisprowl 10:28 pm So "blink for yes, twice for no" wouldn't be very useful if they don't understand that much. NoodlesAtNight 10:28 pm [[Ah. He did not know that about your Magnemite. They do seem to understand the human trainers with them in the documentaries, he'd hoped... ah, well. We aren't human.]] verdigrisprowl 10:28 pm *glances at Whirl* Of course, you could still try that with your own and report back to us? Many Pocky Men CAN understand human languages; I suspect mine simply never had the opportunity to learn. NoodlesAtNight 10:29 pm *Soundwave nods to Blaster. He'll keep working and sharing things over time, for what little they got of the language.* Swervester 10:29 pm Mmm, I think I better go, My berth's calling me for that ap. NoodlesAtNight 10:29 pm [[Yes, sleep off the rest of that party.]] Swervester 10:29 pm Have fun! Night. chronosmith 10:30 pm Yeah, if I make any breakthroughs, I'll hit you guys up. Boomtank 10:30 pm -nods back, as he stands to leave. He'll share what he can come up with- Goodnight chronosmith 10:30 pm *he enjoyed that stupidest grin, and pays it back with a last affectionate nudge before he stands. The Whirlipede rolls right off the couch after him* Night, losers. verdigrisprowl 10:30 pm *looks at the suspected "Whirlipede".* It was nice to meet you. NoodlesAtNight 10:30 pm //Night t'you 'n the tire!// Boomtank 10:31 pm ((and thanks for the stream, g'night! NoodlesAtNight 10:31 pm ((night!)) chronosmith 10:31 pm Whirlipede: 'Pede! *and then they, too, are gone* NoodlesAtNight 10:32 pm //...Wonder how they say *anythin'* with jus' two or three words.// *He shakes his head. That's why the Boss is the Boss and he's not.* //Better get upstairs. Seeya.// verdigrisprowl 10:33 pm It's in the pitch and order. verdigrisprowl 10:35 pm *goes to sit with Soundwave again. Hello.* NoodlesAtNight 10:36 pm *Taking another note.* [[That should be easy for him to pick up.]] NoodlesAtNight 10:37 pm *Nodding hello again.* [[He really should find a way to converse with your Magnemite without meeting it. He'd like to hear it speak.]] verdigrisprowl 10:38 pm I could give you my language file and you could communicate by video? NoodlesAtNight 10:38 pm [[Does it register those on videos as real mechs?]] verdigrisprowl 10:38 pm ... I have no idea. NoodlesAtNight 10:40 pm [[It's worth a try. It could teach us something useful if they don't.]] verdigrisprowl 10:42 pm True. NoodlesAtNight 10:44 pm [[...He likes watching you work to puzzle it out. He would enjoy taking on a task like the one presented to the humans in the movie, with you.]] *Pause.* [[Preferably without you leaving in a few years because he knows too much.]] verdigrisprowl 10:45 pm You already know too much. *humor ping. leans against Soundwave.* NoodlesAtNight 10:46 pm [[He begs to differ. He will never know enough.]] *Leans into.* verdigrisprowl 10:47 pm I'd enjoy watching you work to figure out a language like that, too. NoodlesAtNight 10:47 pm [[He confesses that he would absolutely remove his suit to touch the glass.]] verdigrisprowl 10:49 pm Somehow I'm not surprised. NoodlesAtNight 10:49 pm [[How much despair should he read into that sentence? As a percentage.]] *Humor ping.* verdigrisprowl 10:50 pm Hm. 36%. NoodlesAtNight 10:50 pm [[That is better than he expected.]] *Faint huff.* [[You are growing fond of him and his ways, he thinks.]] *And another humor ping.* verdigrisprowl 10:52 pm Pff. *mumble mumble yeah* NoodlesAtNight 10:54 pm *Patting Prowl's knee.* [[To be more serious for a moment - he does not know if he should continue with inspecting the heptapod language. He knows not to believe everything he sees, but...]] NoodlesAtNight 10:55 pm [[There are often tiny truths buried in bigger tales, is all he means. And he wonders.]] verdigrisprowl 10:55 pm There are a great many languages that are nonchronological or have no element of time or tense. NoodlesAtNight 10:55 pm *How much more sympathetic to organics has he become since burying himself in Earth media?* verdigrisprowl 10:56 pm To my knowledge, no one has ever started telling the future by learning one. *I* know a few. They didn't even help improve my battle simulations. *that's not why he learned them, but.* NoodlesAtNight 10:56 pm [[...You know a few?]] verdigrisprowl 10:58 pm Languages that are divorced from chronology? Yes. They're not /that/ uncommon. Earth even has a few. NoodlesAtNight 10:59 pm [[No, they're not; he's -- simply surprised, he supposes. That you were given the opportunity to do any learning of them instead of being made to sit behind a desk at all times.]] verdigrisprowl 10:59 pm I've been stationed on a lot of alien planets. First priority is tapping into the local media and learning the dominant languages. NoodlesAtNight 11:01 pm [[That, too, surprises him. He would have thought the Prime would keep you close at hand at all times, far away from anywhere you might be lost. Particularly as the war wore on and you became more valuable.]] *Tapping his fingers, thinking.* [[Differences. Never mind.]] verdigrisprowl 11:02 pm Hm. He didn't see me like that. verdigrisprowl 11:03 pm I was stationed on Earth before he was. NoodlesAtNight 11:03 pm [[An unexpected first.]] verdigrisprowl 11:04 pm ... Compared to other universes? NoodlesAtNight 11:04 pm [[An Optimus who does not insist on being the first to put his hands and stories all over the local fleshling wildlife. Fascinating.]] verdigrisprowl 11:04 pm Oh. NoodlesAtNight 11:04 pm [[Yes, compared to other universes.]] verdigrisprowl 11:04 pm Yyyeah, that would be counterintuitive to the "try not to be discovered by the local populace" mission. NoodlesAtNight 11:05 pm [[/And yet./]] *He's seen some Things, Prowl.* verdigrisprowl 11:05 pm ... "And yet"...? NoodlesAtNight 11:08 pm [[To put it bluntly, when it comes to Earths everywhere, we do have extreme trouble hiding ourselves. Both sides.]] *Twisting to get a better look.* [[The timelines that are similar to but not quite yours are the worst at it. Breaking into steel factories, entering races, having parades, filming /movies.../]] verdigrisprowl 11:08 pm ... Parades. NoodlesAtNight 11:08 pm [[It is as though all sense drips out of our heads as soon as we see a blue and green planet with little hairless organics running around.]]

[[Oh yes. Even the Decepticons.]] verdigrisprowl 11:09 pm *opens mouth. shuts mouth. okay. all right. okay.* ... Yeah, that's... that sounds about like the effect Earth has on people. NoodlesAtNight 11:09 pm [[It's enough to make your inner strategist die of shock, he expects.]] NoodlesAtNight 11:10 pm [[It certainly leaves /him/ laying awake at night. The things his alternate allows. Or participates in.]] *Shakes his head.* verdigrisprowl 11:11 pm My inner strategist is... definitely struggling, right now. NoodlesAtNight 11:12 pm [[...Perhaps it's some kind of natural planetary defense. Something in the atmosphere that makes Cybertronians giddy and prone to impulsive action.]]

[[Oh. You didn't know about any of that, then?]] verdigrisprowl 11:14 pm About the PARADES? No. No, I— No. That's news. Please. Tell me that's not a universe where they're TRYING to remain covert. NoodlesAtNight 11:16 pm [[Oh, no. No, not at all.]] Huffing. [[That's been impossible since the mess they made in the first few days. Still - hardly the way to conduct themselves.]] verdigrisprowl 11:18 pm Oh, /good./ NoodlesAtNight 11:18 pm *Debates it. Rolls it around on his tongue. Decides to drop the information.*

*Glancing away at a wall.* [[Your alternate was in the Autobot Day parade, you know.]] NoodlesAtNight 11:19 pm ((...i think. hold on)) verdigrisprowl 11:20 pm He has my sympathies. NoodlesAtNight 11:22 pm [[He hopes so. It'll be hard for this world to take in any refugees from that one if he doesn't.]] verdigrisprowl 11:22 pm Pff. NoodlesAtNight 11:22 pm *Patting again.* [[But he has horrified you enough for one night.]] verdigrisprowl 11:23 pm Yes, I agree entirely. NoodlesAtNight 11:24 pm [[You're right. He does know too much.]] *Curious look back.* [[You'll stay anyway, he hopes?]] verdigrisprowl 11:24 pm Of course. verdigrisprowl 11:25 pm I already knew you know too much, and it hasn't run me off yet. NoodlesAtNight 11:26 pm [[A fair point. And a pleasing one.]] *Hmm.* [[He thinks he'll skip the option to create offspring for the moment. There are already plenty of recently grown protoforms roaming around.]] *Still teasing Prowl? Gently, but definitely.* verdigrisprowl 11:31 pm Yeah, for the record, that's—that's off the table. Even if the offspring WOULD die before fully developing. verdigrisprowl 11:32 pm *... actually, it dying early would make it more appealing.* *would that be a horrifying thing to say out loud? it probably would. he's not going to say it.* NoodlesAtNight 11:34 pm *Sitting up.* [[...He didn't mean it was ever actually on the table. It wasn't-- if he knew that was what would happen, he wouldn't-- he wouldn't /anyway,/ he can't-- his timeline doesn't--]] *And back against the couch.* [[Never mind. A tease in poor taste. He apologizes.]] NoodlesAtNight 11:35 pm [[Perhaps we should go talk of other things. He has plans for another paint adjustment he'd like to get your opinion on.]] verdigrisprowl 11:37 pm ... I know you can't. I was—responding in kind to the premise set up by your, er, banter. verdigrisprowl 11:38 pm Er. What adjustment? NoodlesAtNight 11:40 pm *Nodding. Talk less, Soundwave. Remember why you keep quiet around everyone else.*

[[The next one. The biggest one.]] *He touches his new white accents, followed by a few of the new dark gray sections that have cropped up around his frame.* [[To cover what's left.]] verdigrisprowl 11:41 pm "What's left"? A full repaint? NoodlesAtNight 11:42 pm [[He supposes that's where he's going with it all. He thought he'd see what it was like. He's been blue for... mm. For a long time.]] verdigrisprowl 11:43 pm ... The—accents you've done so far are, uh... *he looks at the ceiling. he's trying to say he likes them.* ... You can keep that up. NoodlesAtNight 11:45 pm *He speaks enough Prowl to know what that means.* [[Good. He'd worried they made him look, er... dead.]] *Or like a bad attempt to resurrect someone who was.* [[Thank you.]] *Lean kiss of quiet gratitude?* Today verdigrisprowl 12:00 am No, no. Wrong colors. And you've got biolights. *He'll accept that kiss—and return it.* NoodlesAtNight 12:04 am [[True. More than most living mechs.]] *On display, at least. But back to that kiss - don't mind him staying there a /little/ longer than necessary.*

[[...Thank you for the co-creation of this tradition, and all that often goes with it.]] NoodlesAtNight 12:05 am *Speaking of, is that where Prowl's mind is headed tonight? Or would he prefer just relaxing on the couch together?* verdigrisprowl 12:06 am What—kissing? I'm afraid I didn't have a hand in inventing that one. *humor* NoodlesAtNight 12:06 am *Pushes his mask up higher to get a proper nip in for that one.* verdigrisprowl 12:07 am *you're just gonna encourage him to keep doing that* NoodlesAtNight 12:07 am *Oh no. How terrible. What a cruel fate he's dealt himself.* NoodlesAtNight 12:09 am *Encourage encourage. Enable enable.* *Fade fade?* verdigrisprowl 12:09 am *fade fade.*

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The most well known is likely Hunger Pangs which is available for pre-order via my Patreon, and in a mere matter of weeks, on Amazon too. Cause that’s right, I took that shit post and turned it into a queer-polyamorous-paranormal-satirical-romance novel featuring vampires, werewolves and punching undead fascists (It wasn’t intended to be politically relevant but here we are).

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Along with Phangs I’m also working on a gritty Scottish romancenovella (extract) based on a pun; a pun based bakery romance(extract), a pun based werewolf Scottish romance (have you noticed a theme yet), and  a modern day romantic comedy concerning Scotsmen with questionable morals. Which also has an excerpt on my Ao3. Oh and also a vampire wedding planner romcom because apparently I have lost complete control of my life.

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Hello. May i get seventeen scenario about their s/o who has important position in a company (ceo, etc) who rarely tell them what's wrong bcs she doesnt wanna bother him and one day she's like faint//break down bcs of the stress? Hehe is this too detail? If yes, then pls do whatever you'd love to write ❤ ( the member involved is up to you 😁 ). Thankyou! Have a great day 🙇

Hello, Thank you for sending in your request!! Thank you for giving us the opportunity to write for a member that we have not written for yet. Let us know what you think and don’t be shy :)   Thank you again and N’joy!!

PAR T_T IME

Admin AJ

It’s the first corporate meeting of the new year. You are sitting at a table with other executives and administrators of your corporation.“Here we have a graph of the corporation income through the last decade.”

You sit and watch as the executive uses his pointer to follow the height of each bar.

“As you can see, this graph represents last year and the previous year before that.”

You see that the two graphs have minimal changes between each other but you did notice that last year’s income did have a subtle decline.

“Due to last years low profits, there needs to be a reduction in labor cost.”

You raise your hand, the executive acknowledges you with his pointer, “Yes, Ms. l/n.”

“Mr. Lee when you suggest a reduction, what do you mean by that?”

The executive looks at you with disbelief, “A reduction, as in lay-offs, letting people go.”

He then turns his attention to the other administrators within the room continuing with his presentation. “I suggest we start with those too unfit to carry on in the industry. I mean who can argue with an early retirement.” Some of the other executives laugh, as if some peoples life were something to toy with.

You cut into their laughter, “Those employees that are still working are those that cannot afford an early retirement.”

They made a quick comeback, not even considering the worlds they were about to destroy, “You cannot afford to keep employees if you do not make any profit. We are barely breaking even.” This didn’t sit right with you, at all, and you quickly tried to come up with some kind of compromise that didn’t result in people losing their jobs, “What if we suggest a pay cut. I’m sure we can reason with the employees…”

The man at the head of the table raised his brow at your suggestion, “Are you willing to risk the company as a whole just to keep some ensure everyone has a job?”

The executive prevented you from saying anything more as he continued to speak.“If you continue to think this way, everyone will be jobless. Remember it’s not personal, but ‘Business is Business.’ As for now I believe this meeting is finished.”

————

You watch as the conference room begins to empty as everyone gets up to leave. You were very much aware of the whispers among the other administrators about your supposed carelessness. Before he leaves, Mr. Lee places a folder on the table in front of you, “Here is the list of employees that up for debate about their employment. You can look over them to make a final decision.”

You open the folder seeing that it contained a list of at least 50 employees in it along with their information. Some have been with the company since the beginning, Hwang Kinam; 15 years in the company, While others are gaining a fresh start, like Kwang Jihae; graduate from Seoul University. You continue to look through the list, some have families that needed to be supported, like Kim Minsun; caretaker of two grandchildren. There was not one person over the other that deserved to be let go. Each of them performed to the best of their ability. You couldn’t make a choice not here, not now.The atmosphere was suffocating within the meeting room and you were desperate to leave. You decide to work from home, not wanting to have a chance encounter with any of the individuals on the list. You collect your belongings and head for the elevator, the things in your arms seemed heavier than usual today. ‘A few more step,’ you catch yourself thinking reaching out for the button next to the silver doors.

“Oh thank goodness. You are still here.” A soft, kind voice reaches you. You didn’t need to turn around to know who it was, and you realized today was not your lucky day.

“Oh! Mrs.Kim.” You say as you turn to greet the older lady, your heart aches as you remember that she is one of the employees up for debate.

“I went to your office and noticed that you were not there.” She lifts her hand up revealing a small box. “Here share this with that boyfriend of yours.” She placed the box in your hand.

You feel guilty accepting the gift but she insists. “Mrs.Kim this is lovely. I can’t accept this. Maybe you should share this with your grandchildren.”

She smiles at you, “Nonsense,  those kids are sweet enough. Please accept this as a thank you for giving this old lady a chance to provide you her services.” She bows and leaves, with purpose fueling her steps.

You feel your throat tighten as you bow deeply, “No, thank you for everything.” You attempt a small smile, “Have a good night Mrs. Kim.” You quickly step into the elevator not giving a chance to have your facade fall.

——

Once at home you began to make phone calls trying to reach out to partnered corporations. You sat at your desk which files and paperwork cover. You were keeping your mind busy, trying to multitask between typing on your laptop and making phone calls.

“Hello Director Park, I was calling about that project we had discussed earlier this month. Is there a possible way to set it in motion?”

You here the front door open and look up to see, your boyfriend of 3 years,taking off his shoes by the front door. He was wearing a comfortable outfit, he must be coming straight from practice. He looks up, eyes immediately looking to were you currently sat. His light brown eyes warm with affection, curl slightly upwards at the end, crinkling sightly as a smile spread across his face. He does a small wave, you smile, despite your current mood, he had this effect on you.

You sat and hoping it was convincing enough to make him not worry about your condition right now. The phone was still pressed to your ear as you received not completely reassuring news,“Okay you’ll consider. Thank you very much.” You hang up your phone, trying not to get discouraged yet.

As you hung up the phone, you felt a soft pressure on the top of your head. You turn to see Joshua, eye level with you as he crouched down to your level. He takes your busy hands away from their task, as he rubs them. “You feel a little cold,” he chuckles as he tries to warm up your hands. He looks toward the kitchen “Have you eaten yet, Y/n?”

It hits you then, you were too preoccupied with work that you forgot to make dinner. “Josh, I’m sorry.” You apologize, you hadn’t meant to forget to make the dinner. You didn’t want to burden Joshua, so you went to get up to make something really quickly.

He kissed your hands as he stood up, he held one hand up like the stop sign, “There’s no need to be. Hang tight.”

You gaze lingers as you watch the busy back of Joshua, currently digging through the cupboards for your dinner.

“Okay tonights menu consist of” Joshua creates his own drum roll as he sets down two package of ramen, one behind the other, as he says “We have Chicken flavor” You can hear the crackling of plastic as he shuffles the packages around. “And beef!”

“What does the chef recommend.” you play along.

Joshua’s eyes light up with amusement, and he puts his hand up to his chin, thinking, “I like beef in general.”

You laugh, “I’ll take the beef.”

“Coming right up! A bowl of beef ramen for the pretty lady.” The once quiet kitchen is now lively as you watch Joshua prepare the ramen.

You get up from where you are sitting and walked towards Joshua. You wrap your arms around his back, attempting to make him feel how grateful you were for having someone like him.

You rub his back affectionately, your version of a message, and say, “You must be tired.”

“Today was just a meeting discussing about our upcoming comeback and some vocal practice today. So it wasn’t too bad.” He chuckled, his shoulders rising and falling, “As soon as I walked through our front door and saw you working, I felt better. Besides it looks like you had a tough day. Anything happen at work?” He questioned as he turned to face you as he gets ready to listen, giving you all his attention as he always does.

“Oh you had a meeting today too. How was that?”

Your hands tighten on the front of his shirt and your breath is shaky. You averted you gaze away from his eyes, worried he would see the truth.

“It was okay.” You answer briefly, not giving any details.

Before any more questions could be asked, your phone rings and you sigh, “I should probably answer that.”

You pull away from his comforting embrace and the kitchen to answer your phone. Its one of your partnered corporations that seemed the most promising to help with your predicament. You don’t say much as you hang up the phone after thanking them for their consideration. You stand for a moment with the phone still pressed to your ear despite its silence, trying to process what was said. ‘Okay’ you think, ‘I can think of something else.’ You try to convince yourself that you can find another way. ‘Just because you couldn’t get any partnered companies to help doesn’t mean that you will still have to lay off some people…’ a tear escapes its confinement from your eyes.’right?’ You were close to breaking and you were struggling to keep yourself together. ‘Come on, _____.’ you stifle a sob, ‘You can do this.’ You say to yourself, hoping that saying these words to yourself would kickstart your brain into thinking of what to do next.

“Oh! You bought a cake?” Joshua questioned from the kitchen, reminding you of the world that was still going on around you. With the mention of the cake from Mrs.Kim, you felt the onset of a completely new break down. One for those you were too incompetent to help. You tried to stay quiet but you couldn’t calm yourself down.

Your attempts to try to keep yourself together failed as you felt yourself slowly become undone. The tears and sniffles were unable to be calmed as you felt a little sob come up. Quiet, was no longer an option as you felt a warm pair of arms wrap you in a comforting way pushin your head gently to their chest. Joshua placed his hand on your head and ran his hand down, trailing your hair. The slow pace he went at and the beats of his heart you could faintly hear both working to calm you down. “Im sorry,” were the only words you could get out at this moment. Joshua in that moment just embraces you, pulling you closer to his body and just holds you staying quiet as you cry.

After you were able to speak again, you tell him what has happened at your work. You also told him that you felt bad about breaking down in front of him.

He smiles as he says, “Trust me. Even if I am busy I am more than willing to listen to your happiness and joy.” He placed his hands on your cheeks, wiping your tears away. His hands pulling you to look at him. “But I also want you to share with me the concerns, stressors, and sadness you feel. The weight of your world is much easier if I am there beside you carrying some of the weight too, just as you do for me.”

[saltypauly]

So....while sitting up on my computer at about 2:33 in the morning in my college dorm room (this is about the time I started my English paper on textism and how it has negative affects on children's "literacy development") I started to questions what is formal writing. My argument for the paper was that abbreviations and all these slang words were slowly creeping up into the minds of the young and stealing them away from FORMAL WRITING therefore causing them to do poorly in school. After my long procrastination series and finally busting out an 8 page paper I kind of questioned myself and everything else I just wrote. What is formal writing? Yeah, I guess we all kind of know what is it when we see it...

FORMAL WRITNG:

BIG FANCY WORDS

GRAPHS

DOUBLE SPACED 12 PT FONT

YATAYATYATA

Since these youngsters are growing up with all these abbreviation who can blame them for not exactly knowing how to handle "slang writing" and formal writing. But why do they have too? We see new advancements when it comes to automated cashiers, accountants, and anything else that a human can do, so why can't we make advancements and improvements that are simply beneficial language and communication. Why are we still teaching new generations formal writing?

Please just stay with me here before you think im some crazy lady who started off taking about writing, jumped into technology and now wants all of our scholarly articles to be writing with "2nite" and "ur"'s in it.

OLD ENGLISH: the language of the Anglo-Saxons (up to about 1150), a highly inflected language with a largely Germanic vocabulary, very different from modern English.

what caused us to make the switch from old English to our modern day vocabulary? (I mean come on have you tried to read a Shakespeare book on your own??). Im sure there was a group of big grumpy men who decided that this vocabulary is outdated and does not represent their generation and the ones to come anymore!! My point is not to start writing everything with abbr. but simply the ones that makes every1s life easier. Writing should be more natural and less punctual. There should b a focus on thoughts rather than spelling, the flow of ideas rather than grammar, and there should be an individual voice behind every boring TIMES NEW ROMAN 12 PT FONT.

Children now r stuck behind the fear of failure and r constantly being spoken 2 with "slang" yet being taught to write differently. Just think about it... imagine having to write papers in old English but you can text the way you do now? Im sure that's how it feels for most of these elementary school students who are just as confused as we r when we r reading Shakespeare.

I think its time to say fuck the people who decided there needs to be a template for the way we write in order for it to be considered academic. If a physisist is able to produce a piece of writing that not only other physicist can read, but ACTUAL people props to them!!! Using large fancy words does not make you a smarter person just means you have access to thesaurus.come just like everyone else.