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teddy06writes · 4 years ago

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Gonna Fix It

requested by this anon: “hi!! could you maybe do something angsty and fluffy with Fundy (or anyone really) where the reader is a trans guy? he/him”

Fundy x transmale!reader

trigger warnings: transphobes, homophobes, some swearing (I used the words tranny and fag) {I am both gay and technically trans please don’t come for me}

premise: When your dead name is leaked, along with photos of you pre transition the entire internet is quick to judge hypercritically, but your boyfriend is quick to take care of it

(y/n/n)- your nickname

(f/l/y/n)- first letter of your name

(y/d/n)- your deadname

“blep” talking

‘blep’ texting/messaging

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“(y/n/n)!”

“Yes Tommy?” You asked.

“How’d you feel about selling drugs?”

You snorted, glancing up at your face cam and the messages in chat before turning your character to face Tommy’s, laughing, “What?”

“Do you want to sell drugs with me and Wilbur?” He repeated.

You blinked, moving your character to look at the van and then back at him, “Tommy, I would love to sell drugs out of a van with you.”

“Yes! We have secured another one lets go! Pogchamp!”

You chuckled as Wilbur joined vc, following Tommy’s character over to the van as he announced, “Gentleman! We have a problem, we need to find a better cover for our operations.”

You looked around the inside of the van, filled with brewing stands and furnaces, “A hot dog van.”

“Pfff- a hot dog van?” Tommy laughed.

“It would be a decent cover.” Wilbur admitted, “We should do it.”

Almost reluctantly Tommy nodded, and Wilbur moved on, “Next on the order of business, we need new recruits beside just (y/n).”

You grinned, “I know just who to ask!”

You started to leave vc when Tommy warned, “No Americans and no women.”

“You got it.”

You left vc, talking to your twitch chat as you messed around in discord, “Weird lot, them boys. Anyway- apparently I’m a drug dealer in Minecraft now! And I’m gonna recruit someone else!”

After a few messages through discord your boyfriend called you, “Hello?”

Upon hearing Floris’ voice chat started spamming about you being a simp.

“Yeah so Tommy and Wilbur kinda roped me into selling drugs on the smp and they told me to get more people, so I’m calling you.” You explained.

“Angel why didn’t you just come ask me? Was the call necessary?”

You rolled your eyes, “Shut up chat I’m not blushing! It was easier than getting up. Are you in or not?”

“Yeah sure.”

Child: ‘(y/n) big man’

Child: ‘big (f/l/y/n)’

(y/n): ‘what do you want Tommy’

Child: ‘get on the server we’re making plans for our country’

You sighed, quickly moving to boot up Minecraft, starting stream along with it and quickly giving an intro before logging on to the smp and joining vc.

“Ayyy! Big man!” Tommy yelled.

“Tommy!” You responded, though significantly less enthusiastically.

“(y/n) come to the hto dog van we’re making important decisions.” Wilbur said.

“Okay.” You headed down the prime path toward the van, listening to the others chatter.

“Okay so we need a name for our country,” Wilbur said as you arrived, “Something that fits. I am open to suggestions.”

“Pog something.” Tommy offered.

“ehhhhh.”

“Pogtopia!” He exclaimed.

You punched his character, “That’s so stupid.”

“Well- hmm, we’re all men here soooooooo Manburg!” WIlbur mused.

“It needs to be more European.” Eret said, tossing you some of the block to start helping with the walls.

“L’manburg.” You offered.

Wilbur and Tommy burst out laughing, “Perfect!”

“No Americans and no women! Just the way I like it!” Tommy yelled.

Everyone began to laugh at that, and you grinned, entirely unaware of the chaos beginning to unfold all over twitter, and even in your twitch chat.

~~ Later that night you ended up flopped across the couch, Floris sending you a text from his office, ‘Don’t forget to take off the tibby prison angel’ ‘I’ll be done with this soon and we can cuddle’

You chuckled, dragging yourself up off the couch and shuffling off to the bathroom to change out of your binder, and pull on a different hoodie, a bigger one that you had stolen from Floris.

By the time you were done and had come back out into the living room Floris had also emerged from his office, and was staring in horror at his phone.

“What’s wrong?” You asked.

“You haven’t been on Twitter lately have you?”

Immediately you were going for your phone, taking it off silence to be bombarded by notifications, “uhhhh.”

Floris bit his lip, “I think you should read it for yourself.”

Quietly you opened twitter, checking first the hashtag that appeared at the top of your mentions ‘#y/nisalie’

Your breath hitched as you opened the hashtag, immediately seeing the original tweet, ‘#y/nisalie y/n has been lying to all of us a thread: apparently this tranny didn’t have the guts to put out that “he” was lying’

You scrolled through the tweets, ‘Man, I can’t believe (y/d/n) thought (y/n) was a good fake name’, ‘well at least we know Fundy isn’t actually a fag’ and then worst of all, ‘Guys I found what (y/d/n) actually looks like!’ followed by a picture of you, pre transition.

The world felt like it was caving in as you slowly sank down against the wall, tears starting to flow, “How did this happen?”

Floris was quick to sit down next to your, pulling you into his arms, “I dunno angel.”

You turned, sobbing into his shoulder, “Why are they like this? Wha- what am I gonna do?”

“I’m gonna fix this,” He murmured, “I promise.”

You curled further into his embrace, tears soaking his shirt as he rubbed circles into your back.

“It’s gonna be okay angel, it’s gonna be okay.”

~~ You avoided the internet at all costs for the next few days, not streaming, not being active on twitter or any other socials, hardly ever leaving Floris’ embrace for more than a few minutes as more and more notifications filled your phone.

It took a lot of coaxing from your boyfriend to check your twitter notifications after two days, and when you did you were delighted to see dozens of positive messages from real fans, and messages addressing the situation from all of your friends.

Eret: ‘dudes (y/n) is litterally trans, is you can’t deal with that then get out of this community; it’s seriously not okay to disrespect someone like that.’

Wilbur: ‘guys remember when I said trans rights and trans rights until I’m dead? Well that applies to (y/n) as well so piss off and stop bothering them’

Tommy: ‘listen up, serious tweet for once: you guys really need to learn how to recover someone and there pronouns, stop calling big man (y/n) by his dead name or get off the platform’

Along with countless others, and of course one from Floris as well, who had made a thread as soon as he saw what was going on:

‘Guys, listen. My boyfriend is the most wonderful human being in all the world. Whoever leaked his dead name or went looking for pictures of him before his transition is honestly a monster and I hope you realize the weight of your actions. Apparently we as a community have a few things to go over,

1: respect creators boundaries, if (y/n) didn’t want to tell you he wasn’t born male it’s not your business, 2: respect people’s pronouns, if someone tells you to use he/him they probably know if there right or not, 3: you can’t fucking invalidate someone like that, and put them on display as a fucking hashtag.

4: if anyone ever tries to talk about my boyfriend like this, (using the wrong pronouns, misgendering, using his dead name or in any other way invalidateing him) I will personally make sure you are never allowed on social media again’

You looked up from your phone, “Y- you got them to stop?”

Floris smiled, “I told you I was gonna fix it.”

#mcyt x reader #mcyt imagines #fundy x reader #teddy06 writes

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brandstifter-sys · 5 years ago

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Pup

Word Count: 1922 (Ao3)

Pairing: Dukexiety

Characters: Remus, Roman, Virgil

Rating: T

Warnings: food, innuendo

Remus gets turned into a dog and the only way to break the curse is true love’s kiss. So he’s ready to live as a pooch. Until he encounters Virgil and learns something new.

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When she wasn't planning for their next LARP session, or trying to defeat the prince in said sessions, the Dragon Witch was actually quite a lovely lady. She kept the imagination running smoothly for the twins when Thomas needed them. She was fun, and usually up for brainstorming sessions. But it wasn't all that rare that the brothers pissed her off, usually Remus. That's why he was in this predicament.

There was something about being tiny that really unsettled the unsettling duke. But Remus couldn't let a little discomfort stop him from getting to the kitchen! He trotted through the common area, his fluffy tail bouncing over his haunches, hoping that no one else was around to see him at this hour.

The kitchen was in his sights but his blood ran cold when he smelled someone in there with turkey cold cuts. He sneezed and went for it, no one would know it was really him so he could handle some baby talk if it meant he could steal a sandwich.

"What the—" Virgil said as the telltale sound of claws tapping on the floor caught his attention. He turned around from the counter and his jaw dropped.

"He needs to take better care of his pets," he sighed and squatted, holding out his hand. Remus stepped forward and sniffed his hand, just to keep up the act.

"How'd you get out, little guy? Did Princey forget to close his door?" Virgil asked in a calm voice. Remus couldn't help but growl. Just because he was a small white puffball did not mean he was Roman's! He made tiny dogs all the time, and not just the three-headed ones!

"Easy, Pup. Are you with Remus?" Virgil asked and leaned back just a bit. Remus wagged his tail and yipped moving so he could paw at the emo's leg. He wanted food!

Virgil smirked and scooped him up with one hand, cradling him to his chest. Remus wagged his tail and licked his cheek as he got up.

"Alright, alright," Virge giggled, "You're as bad as the duke! And just for that–" he turned and grabbed a few pieces of lunch meat from the counter, "–you can have four pieces of turkey instead of three."

Remus happily ate the food when Virge brought it to his face. His tail was going nuts and he was ready to kiss that emo over and over, in a puppy kind of way. Mostly.

"I'll let you have some more in a bit. I'm not up for cleaning up vomit," Virgil said and picked up his sandwich. He took a bite and carried his new buddy to the common area and sat on the couch. He let go of Remus and turned on the TV.

"So do you have a name, Pup?" he asked and took another bite of his sandwich. Remus stared up at him and let out a confused whine. Virgil paid it no mind and put the Twilight Zone on.

"I guess you aren't one of the talking dogs, huh?" Virgil said and mindlessly pet the dog on his lap. Remus practically melted at the touch, no wonder dogs went nuts for pets!

He lost track of time, floating in the bliss from human contact. He was comfy, curled up against Virgil's tummy, partly covered by the emo's hoodie. Remus didn't even realize he was drifting off to the sound of the show's theme music until it stopped and something cool and delicious bumped his nose.

"Still hungry?" Virgil asked and bumped the last bit of sandwich against his nose. Remus sniffed it and snatched it, gobbling it up without ceremony.

"Damn, doesn't the duke feed you?" Virgil huffed and resituated them so he was laying on his side with the doggy duke pressed against his chest.

Remus could hear his heartbeat, slow and relaxed. He always did like hearing it, being close to Virgil. They were best friends before Virgil left and maybe Remus realized that Virgil meant so much more than that to him. He was just thrilled to be on speaking terms with him again, so this situation was heavenly.

"I shouldn't doubt him like that. He loves his creations and babies you guys," Virgil sighed and idly stroked his fur. Remus let out a pitiful whine and crawled towards his face.

"Yeah, your buddy Remus is a good guy. He takes care of the things he really loves and he's so upbeat. You're lucky to be one of his, he'll treat you right, even if he's a little eccentric," Virgil yawned and let his eyes fall shut. He was unfairly pretty.

Remus yipped and inched closer, heart hammering in his ears. Virgil wasn't the guy who gave out compliments readily, especially about him. He licked Virgil's nose and cuddled closer.

"I like you too, Pup. You're a sweet little guy, just like him," he mused and wrapped his arm around the dog, "but at least I can tell you aren't secretly just trying to get in my pants."

Remus lowered his ears and whined, licking his cheek sadly. He was horny and flirty, sure, but he cared about Virgil! He didn't just want to get at that sweet, sweet ass! He wanted to have quiet moments like this too!

Virgil lazily pushed him back by the snout and snorted, "Too much, Puppy. It's alright, I just have to get over my feelings before I let him try anything. It's not easy, he's such a great guy—energetic and upbeat, and sure he's unsettling sometimes, but he gets me. He knows how to shock me out of my panicking and he always manages to cheer me up when I'm down. I get all mushy when he smiles at me with this one calm grin he's got and I keep throwing insults because he makes me nervous. It's stupid how much I just want to hold him when he isn't interested in me that way. I'm an idiot for falling for my best friend and rambling about it to a dog I just met."

Remus blinked up at him cutely, trying to will his eyes open with his mind. He needed Virgil to look at him! He would find a way to get Virgil to see that he wanted that too, that Virge wasn't an idiot—okay maybe he was for falling for the duke, but he was the good kind of idiot!

Virgil didn't spare him a glance. Instead he scooped up the little dog and rolled onto his back. Remus squirmed in his grasp and managed to escape.

"He has feelings for me!" Remus thought and stared at that sleepy emo. That snarky witty man was so important to him. He just wanted to kiss him all over and cling to him like a koala. Since he couldn't do that, he settled for giving him a few licks on the cheek and nose before settling down to sleep. He was happily surprised when Virgil leaned up and kissed his nose.

"Don't tell anyone about that," he mumbled, "Can't let anyone think I went soft." Remus laughed in his head and got cozy. He wouldn't tell a soul not when he was special enough to see this side of Virgil.

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"Well isn't this precious!"

Remus grunted and blinked away the remnants of sleep. He sent a half-hearted glare at the source of the cooing, and growled. Roman was standing there, more amused by his reaction.

"You know, when she said she turned you into a dog I had no idea that her curse would be lifted so quickly!"

"Lifted?" Remus grumbled, and froze. He could speak again! And someone was hugging him!

"Yes! And now you're snuggling your true love! That would be the only way to break the curse, mind you, and I have never seen something so precious! And I've seen Janus blepping!" the prince practically squealed.

"True love? Who the hell would—?" Remus grumbled and checked to see who he was sleeping on. His face heated up at the sight of one incredibly peaceful emo. That's who the hell would love him.

"Oh shit that wasn't just a dream!" he yelped, making Virgil hold him tighter. He squirmed and thrashed and escaped, only to fall on the floor with a thud.

"What the hell?!" Virgil shouted and sat up abruptly. He took in his surroundings and his eyes landed on the happy prince.

"Where is he?" Virgil snarled. Roman shrugged, despite his shit-eating grin.

"Who are you looking for?"

"Don't pull that shit, Roman. The Bichon Frise from Remus' side. Where is he?!"

"He's on the floor, trying to process the implications of certain circumstances," Roman hummed, "So I'll let you two work things out while I make breakfast." He skipped off while Virge looked at the floor. Remus was on his back, staring at the ceiling in shock.

"Okay so were you able to tell me you were a dog or did you just want to get too close?"

"I couldn't talk. It was a curse," Remus said distantly, "A fairytale curse." He looked at Virgil, eyes wide and anticipating the worst. The emo's face twisted in thought and he studied the duke. Remus was flustered and in shock, and it took a lot to shock him.

Oh.

Oh!

"Don't consider this an invitation to makeout whenever," he huffed and swung his legs around so his feet touched the ground. Remus blinked as Virge hoisted him up and cradled him on his lap.

"True love is weird," Remus mumbled, stunned and thrilled to be in those strong arms.

"So are you, Pup. But are you sure it's that?"

"I hope so! You gave me your sandwich and cuddled me and you said those things about me! And I kinda have a giant heart boner for you! And a regular one! You have no idea how many horrible horrible things I would go through for you! I miss you so much and it hurts and I just want to be disgustingly sappy with you and then suck your—"

"You mean it?" Virge asked shyly and looked away. It made Remus incredibly soft.

"Yeah. Every word, Scare Bear," he said, "I didn't think you would be into me like that. I'm a mess and a menace. I was gonna keep my trap shut but then you told me all that stuff last night!" Virge winced and hid his face in his hands.

"I won't tell a soul," Remus breathed and hugged his emo, "as long as you don't tell Patton I ate the cookie dough he left in the fridge."

"That was mine, you ass," Virgil scoffed and hugged him back.

"And it was as sweet and mouth watering as you!" he giggled, "and I won't tell a soul about that too, in exchange for a smooch!"

Virge snorted and leaned away from the hug. Remus stared at him questioningly and wiggled his mustache at the darker eyeshadow under Virgil's eyes. What did he have to be anxious about?

And then Virge cupped his cheek and sighed, only to surge forward and kiss Remus with a flood of longing and passion. He had wanted to do that for some time, and Remus mirrored those feelings in full. The duke kissed back, getting lost in his true love.

Click

"Isn't this precious! Patton is going to love having this in his scrapbook!" Roman squealed and put away his phone. Remus and Virgil jolted apart and glared at him.

"PRINCEY!"

Roman ran.

#remus sanders #virgil sanders #sanders sides #dukexiety #roman sanders #food mention tw #sex mention tw #sandyscribed #this morning we dig through completed wips for some semblance of sanity

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shadow--writer · 4 years ago

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hi! could you maybe write something for muriel where the mc hears him talking to asra about how he doesn’t like the mc’s constant touching and how she talks too much, so the mc completely stops touching him and only speaks when spoken to? and maybe the main six realising more and more that the mc is keeping to herself and trying to find out what’s wrong, but she’s deeply hurt and embarrassed? sorry if that is too specific, it’s a dream i’ve had x

I’m gonna take it you want a she/her apprentice for this one? There aren’t any names here but there are gonna be she/her pronouns! Heads up here!

I wrote a little fic for it. First person since I’m still trying to get a hang of second it’s a work in progress XDD.

This is very angsty with Muriel and Apprentice (kinda ooc Muriel? Idk think of this as towards the start of his route. I love him so much this hurt to write)

Also sorry this didn’t go over everything you asked lol this got a little long but maybe I’ll add more later if y’all want ^^!

Requests are open! Fic and headcanon requests open still check out my pinned post for info!

I hope I did this ask justice XDD lol have fun with the angst!

TW: None.

Tags: Angst, tears, hurt/comfort, good friend Asra, great friend Faust. Lot’s and lot’s of angst.

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My day started like any other.

Woke up to Asra’s soft snoring and Faust’s little tongue blepping out as they snuggled together on their half of the bed. I was a bit groggy and my body ached, but I got up and ready for the day.

Making breakfast I thought about what I would for the day. Nadia and Portia were out. Julian was making housecalls all day, I didn’t know what Asra was going to do but judging by his snores he would be asleep for a while.

A grin broke it’s way across my face as I thought about visiting Muriel. I’ve been meaning to say hi again to the ladies (the chickens) and give Inanna a gift I had made for her a bit ago.

I finished up breakfast and hurried to get my things together. Surprised, I found no Asra in our bed. He must’ve left while I was eating.

It was no matter, I had a mountain man to see! My heart fluttered a little as I thought about him, he just...he made me so happy.

His little blushes, when he actually smiled. Oh that soft smile was killer. I couldn’t be mad or sad when he gave me that soft little smile.

My skin buzzed as I thought about touching him. Running my hands along his arm as we talked (me talking more, chattering on about what was going on in the shop and what everyone was doing while he listened, nodding along).

I seemed to skip on my way to his house, humming a happy song I heard a while back from Julian.

“Hi little Apprentice! How are you?” Selasi called, smiling at me. I waved vigorously, grinning back at him.

“I’m doing great Selasi! Going to see a friend!”

“Would you like some pumpkin bread for the lucky person? New batch is coming out of the oven now!”

I pursed my lips, fighting back another large grin. “Okay! I brought enough for it anyways!”

“Ohh dear you don’t need to pay I’ll make it special for you!”

“Selasi this is a very poor business you’re running,” I chided with a laugh. “Let me pay for it, please.”

He sighed before laughing. “Stubborn as ever, fine. But it’s half off. Just for you.” He winked, making me roll my eyes. I would not win this fight.

I paid for the bread, Selasi handing it to me in a small bundle. The spices wafted up to my face, making me sigh with happiness.

Selasi laughed, waving me off as I headed back to the forest. “Have fun up there apprentice!”

I waved back with a large smile. “I will!”

It didn’t take long for me to get to the forest and begin my trek through it. My cloak got caught on a few branches but it didn’t do anything to sway my mood. I was determined to stay happy today.

Today was going to be a good day.

Turning against the now beaten path, I spotted Muriel’s hut. I picked up my cloak and started to run, the chickens running around my feet, cooing at me. I bent over to run my hands along their backs. Their feathers were so soft, almost like silk.

I wondered if he used a charm when bathing them, or maybe they just were taken care of so well their feathers reflected it.

“Hey ladies, can you point me in the direction of Muriel?” I asked, one of the chickens squawking like a reply.

I nodded, pretending to understand. “Oh! He’s inside his hut? Thank you darling I’ll head there right away.” Another squawk. “And bring food out. Don’t worry.”

Tucking the bread into my side, I made my way to his door. I wanted to surprise him with the pumpkin bread, he seemed to like it a lot. Even asked Selasi for the recipe (the former replying with a wink saying ‘that’s a family secret’)

I could hear muffled voices when I got to the door. The door was cracked open. I tensed, magic sparking at my fingertips.

Then I heard Asra’s voice and relaxed. I smiled again. He was here! Great! He would be ecstatic over the pumpkin bread I brought.

I snuck closer, listening to their conversation. It sounded heated. I stopped moving. “-I just hate how touchy she is!” Muriel’s voice.

I froze.

Was...was he talking about me? I was the only person to touch him as often as I did but...

“Muriel she doesn’t mean any harm by it! She’s just friendly!”

“Yes but I don’t like it when she gets so close to me like that. Like she’s always got to be touching me or she’ll die.”

I froze.

When Asra dropped my name my blood ran cold in my veins.

“Muriel she’s just being friendly. She loves you and she loves being around you. Touch is how she communicates that!”

“Yes but she talks so much and I never can get away. She always so touchy and always talking. It makes my head hurt. What if I want to be alone?!”

Asra let out a small sigh. “I understand. I know what you’re feeling but Muriel please understand she loves touch and she loves having conversations with you.”

“She just talks too much. Touches too much. It’s all too much.”

Each word was a knife to my heart.

I did talk too much. I did touch him too much. And he hated me for it. Of course he hated me for it.

Tears sprung up in my eyes. I didn’t know any of this. He never told me any of this.

I thought he was fine with it, used to it!

It just hurt so badly.

Swiping at my eyes I turned and started to run. I dropped the pumpkin bread along the way but I didn’t care. I just needed to get away from them. Away from Muriel especially.

I let out a choked sob, tree branches scratching my arms and my cheeks. My tears fell faster and faster, my stomach curdling. All hopes for a good day were dashed.

Tripping on a branch I went sprawling, my cries getting stuck in my throat as I pushed myself to sit upright. My hands were scratched up and they stung but I didn’t care. My cries were silent, my chest heaved and my body trembled.

There was a cracking of twigs to my left. I tensed, but it was only Faust.

Friend?

I sniffed. “I’m fine Faust. Go back to Asra.” She flicked her tongue at me.

Friend hurt!

“Faust I’m fine.” I snapped. She blinked, and she stopped swaying. I wanted to bite back my words. Just because I was hurt and upset didn’t mean I could make her feel like that. “Faust I’m...sorry. I just...”

Muriel? Touch? Friend sad.

I nodded. “Nailed it right on the head.” She slithered closer, curling onto my lap. I ran my hand along her head and down the coil of her body.

Faust help.

“I don’t know if you can help...Muriel hates me. I’m so stupid!” My hands shook. My head was starting to hurt. Dizziness would soon set in. My hands, arms and face were still bleeding.

Friend not stupid! Friend smart!

“Friend hurt another friend by not picking up body language clues.” Faust looked down at my bloodied palms.

Friend needs help.

I smiled, tears rolling down my cheeks. “Yeah. Yeah. I’ll just go home. A-And sleep.” My voice cracked as I spoke. “I want this all to be a dream,” I whispered to the snake on my lap.

The day had just started and I already wanted it to be over.

Faust curled around my arm. Faust come with friend.

I got to my feet, my legs shaking under me. I’d go home, clean up, sleep...and then....figure something out from there.

“Thank you Faust,” I said softly making my way home.

The days after that moved slow and sluggish. Asra watched me, concerned with my wellbeing. I didn’t eat much. And I was sleeping more.

I knew he knew. When he brought back the cheesecloth the bread was in I knew he knew.

He didn’t mention it. We only went about our days.

Me only talking to Faust in fractured sentences. Whenever I saw Muriel I kept silent unless he spoke first.

I never touched anyone, keeping my hands curling into my sides, tucked into my arms.

Just not touching him.

He seemed to notice my behaviour with a wrinkle in his brow and a small huff.

I didn’t care. I didn’t care.

I didn’t care about how my skin ached without touch. I didn’t care about how I wanted to cry every time to open my mouth to give a short answer to a question or conversation.

I didn’t want to make him uncomfortable. I didn’t want him to hate me.

So I swallowed into myself.

And

#the arcana #the arcana fic #the arcana muriel #muriel x apprentice #she/her apprentice #uses pronouns but no names!#muriel #apprentice #angst angst angst #lotsa angst #writing requests still open!#fic request

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casper-writes-stuff · 5 years ago

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A Deal Part Two

ao3 link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/22343371/chapters/53442415

Summary: Virgil and Deceit have a much needed conversation about their feelings.

I originally wanted to get this part done yesterday, but that didn't end up happening. That's okay though because my self imposed break the first night helped give me actual ideas to be able to finish and Gosh guys this is so soft.

Enjoy!

Virgil wondered when being domestic with a circle king became his life. He’d ask Logan, but he knew his best friend would take the question literally and answer “six months ago, Virgil. Is your memory failing?” and Virgil would have to make fun of him for being a nerd about time.

And Virgil didn’t really want to move from his position on his bed, because Dee was curled around him, head on his chest, and just sleeping and Virgil would rather die than wake up that peaceful expression.

This, of course, left Virgil to think heavily about the fact that Dee was his boyfriend and had tried to tell Virgil if he wanted to break-up he would be able to without becoming a sentient doll about a week ago and all Virgil had done was kiss his cheek and acted as if he hadn’t heard him.

Which… was probably an issue considering Dee got this really pained expression whenever Virgil was affectionate. It was like he hadn’t once considered that Virgil had kinda maybe fallen hard for him, just that Virgil thought he was only in this relationship to avoid repercussions.

Virgil sighed, running his fingers of the hand not currently wrapped around Dee through his hair. Fuck, he’d really gotten himself into a mess, hadn’t he? Seriously, how many people could say they’d fallen in love with a circle king who apparently loved them back and would do quite literally anything for them? Just him, probably.

“I can hear you thinking, Vee,” Dee muttered into Virgil’s chest, making Virgil huff out a laugh as he lightly patted the demon’s back.

“How did you get any sleep, if you can hear me think?”

“I didn’t, I’ve been awake this whole time.”

Virgil snorted this time, an affectionate smile growing on his lips.

“Right, and that snoring you were doing was totally fake.”

Dee picked up his head to glare at Virgil with tired eyes, though the sleepy grin on his face betrayed how he really felt about Virgil’s teasing.

“You’re cute,” Virgil muttered, pushing to leave a small kiss on Dee’s nose.

The surprised wonder on his face when Virgil pulled back had his heart melting in his chest. Gods above, how a demon could be that absolutely adorable, Virgil had no idea.

“Usually,” Dee started slowly, apprehensive of what he was about to say, “when a human sees a circle king, their first adjectives aren’t ‘cute’.”

Humming, Virgil watched Dee for a second, noting all the little twitches of his expression.

“Yeah, but most humans don’t get six months of being domestic with one, or the opportunity to fall in love with one, or to see when he bleps his stupid cute snake tongue when he pouts at me because I won’t give in to cuddle time right away.”

With each word Dee’s face got redder, and Virgil definitely heard his breath catch when he said fall in love.

“You… You love me?” Dee asked, sounding hopeful but also… scared. Like Virgil would lie about feeling that strongly about someone.

Virgil raised an eyebrow, shifting to sit up. Dee followed his lead, blinking in bewilderment at him.

“Yeah, Dee, I’d say I’ve fallen pretty hard. You think I’d kiss just anyone on the mouth?”

“You haven’t-”

Dee didn’t get the chance to continue, because in the next second Virgil had cupped his hands under his boyfriend’s jaw and pulled him close to press their lips together in a soft kiss.

One moment, Deceit was stiff and unresponsive and the next he went limp in Virgil’s arms, pushing himself closer as he returned the kiss.

When Virgil pulled back, Dee let out a whine. He grinned at the demon in front of him, just watching the bright flush decorating his features and the way the scales on his face sparkled prettily in the light.

“Ya know,” Virgil started, voice soft and adoring, “I do have one question about our whole relationship.”

Dee opened his eyes then, blinking owlishly up at him.

“What’s that?”

Virgil took a moment to respond, just admiring his boyfriend’s expression. Finally he pressed a kiss to the other’s scales before he finally answered.

“Why were you so intent on dating me, when you first answered my summons?”

And suddenly Dee jerked out of Virgil’s grip, surprising him into dropping his hands as he stared at his boyfriend.

“Uh… you okay Dee?”

Deceit nodded, covering his face with his hands and breathing deeply.

“Yes I’m,” he cleared his throat, “I’m fine, the question just… wasn’t one I was expecting to come up.”

Virgil furrowed his brows in confusion.

“You didn’t expect me to be curious why you were so interested in dating me?”

“...Now that you’ve said it like that, I suppose that was a… miscalculation on my part.”

He snorted, holding his arms out in an invitation for Dee to nestle against him, which he did as soon as he’d moved his hands enough to see the action. Virgil grinned, wrapping his arms around Deceit’s waist and settling his chin on the other’s hair.

“So. Why did mister terrifying and powerful demon Deceit want to ‘court me’ as you put it forever ago.”

Dee huffed, leaning back against Virgil more as he considered.

“When I first saw you, I was… taken by your beauty,” he started, tapping his fingers against Virgil’s arm, “I almost didn’t start the act at first, because all I could think about was that this witch was the prettiest mortal I’d seen in centuries.”

Virgil was quiet, and if anyone asked about the blush on his face he’d jinx their underwear to their ass. Thank God no one was here to worry about.

“And then I could feel the fear and I was… disappointed but not surprised. I figured I could use that to my advantage. Which… now that I’ve reacquainted with human culture I feel horrible about forcing you into such a relationship, especially given your romantic orientation.”

There was a snort, and Dee smacked Virgil’s arm as he felt his boyfriend’s shoulders shake against his back.

“Sorry, sorry. I know, it’s something you’re embarrassed over, but considering you just told me you went all circle king on me because you were basically gay panicking is just… Dee that’s hilarious,” Virgil explained, a snicker escaping him as he talked.

Dee huffed, knowing he was pouting but Virgil wasn’t able to see his expression so he didn’t really care. Until Virgil pressed a kiss to his cheek and his face was back to flushing, his power glow pulsing the way it did when Virgil flustered him.

“Okay. Okay so you wanted a date because you thought I was pretty? How’d that work out for ya?” Virgil teased, hooking his chin over Deceit’s shoulder.

“Worked out pretty well, I think. Considering the same day you gave me a nickname, and then expressed enough trust in me to use my magic on you. And then you told me it felt like… like a snake sunbathing and I think… I think I fell in love with you right then.”

Virgil stilled, his little swaying movements that he had started without really thinking coming to an abrupt halt.

“...What?” he asked breathlessly, not realizing that Dee may take his wonder as something else.

“I… Yes. You just… You looked beautiful wrapped up in my magic, and you were enjoying it, I thought that was amazing. It was amazing that my magic, something I’ve used so often to hurt people could cause someone so stunning such absolute joy.”

Dee listened to Virgil breathe behind him for a moment, frowning in concern when he didn’t speak up after two minutes. He moved away from Virgil so he could turn and look at him, and the expression he saw on the human’s face made his eyes widen.

It was so adoring Dee’s chest ached, but before he could speak up, Virgil had leaned forward to kiss him again.

This kiss, unlike the last one, stole Dee’s breath away. Sure, the last one had him melting into Virgil’s hold but this one Dee could feel how much Virgil loved him and it was the best thing he’d ever experienced.

When Virgil pulled away this time, Dee didn’t even have the presence of mind to whine. He just exhaled softly against his boyfriend’s face, not opening his eyes as he enjoyed the feeling of Virgil’s hands on his skin.

“I love you,” Virgil breathed softly, and as cheesy as it was, the words made a slow, soft grin spread on Deceit’s face.

“I love you, too.”

Virgil’s thumb stroked over Dee’s face, and he couldn’t resist the urge to press their foreheads together as he took in his boyfriend’s content and love-struck expression.

Not for the first time since he realized he was in love Virgil thought he was really glad he botched that summons.

And then he kissed Dee again and all thoughts were gone.

#jo writes #sanders sides #ts virgil #ts deceit #anxceit #witch and demon au #theyre just #really soft #thats basically all i need to describe this part #theyre really soft for each other

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sephythespooky · 6 years ago

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Bunny Bones

(a quartet of little bunny bitties get a home!

Based on THESE lovely buns from @bowlofrice! Thank you for letting me write the cutie pies!

I made them taller than your average bitty for variety’s sake and also to make them extra special)

Words under the cut

Papy woke up in a box. Oh no!

Slim was cuddled up to him, still sleeping, with Honey on the other side. He supposed there must have been some sedatives in the food they’d been given to ease their transfer to their new home.

He hadn’t meant to go to sleep, though! He wanted to be bright eyed and ready to greet their new owner! Who would want sleepy bunnies?!

Edge was already awake.

“Are you done napping?” he smirked at Papy.

“Yes! Did you not sleep?” That wouldn’t be good. Edge was always very cranky if he didn’t at least rest a bit.

“I closed my sockets for mere moments. I am much more aware than you three.” He puffed out his chest, and Papy chuckled. That was Edge speak for ‘yeah but I woke up first so there!’ and he was glad.

“Well, in either case, I’m hoping our owner is pleased with us. I’m just so glad we all got adopted together!”

Edge sighed and pouted, beginning to smooth his ears in a nervous habit, “They had best be, or I will make sure they regret touching the three of you.”

Papy crawled over and snuggled up to the gruffer bitty, “Don’t worry, Edge. They sounded very nice over Discord and I doubt they’d have paid our fees if they didn’t want to love us.”

Adoption fees for bitties were high, and for bitties as tall as they were…well, if dollars translated to inches, it was probably a hundred dollars and inch. Nearly five thousand dollars for all four of them, a pretty sum for anyone and not a decision to make without much forethought.

Edge rolled his eye lights, but nuzzled Papy gently, “That is true. If they are unpredictable, at least the humans tend to understand the value of a penny. I’ll try to be less…hostile to them at the start. For your sakes, of course.”

“Oh of course,” Papy just held on to his arm. The other two would probably sleep all the way there, being naturally more inclined to laziness than either of their conscious companions.

The other two bunnies are awake when the delivery person knocks on the door of their new home.

“Oh hi! You’re earlier than I thought.”

“No trouble, ma’am. Glad you were home to pick them up, though.”

“I took the whole day off to make sure. Thank you for this.”

“You’re very welcome. Take good care of them and have a good day!”

The box moved, the sound of a door shutting came, and then they were gently carried into their home.

A soft thump as their box was set on the ground, Slim shuddering as he held tight to Papy’s side. He was very nervous about this, but Papy kept patting his back gently as their owner began to open their box.

“Okay guys. Oh gosh I’m so ready to meet you face to face…I know it was a long way here, but I’m thankful you’re all safe.” The soft light of a single lamp came in as the lid was opened, and there was their lovely owner.

Papy smiled brightly up at her, “Hello! You’re even more beautiful than you sound!”

Honey sighed and stood up, “heya. we getting food soon?”

Laughing, their new owner gently picked him up and set him outside the box, “Of course. A celebratory meal for you all to welcome you home.”

Edge didn’t wait, hopping out of the box and strutting off, “Well, call me when it’s ready. I’m going to see what sort of state we are to live in.”

The owner frowns, worried, but Papy encourages Slim to let go and offer himself as she turns back, “I think I offended him…”

“n-nah” Slim almost melts into her tender touch as she moves him, “e’s always like that. territorial, y’know.”

Papy can’t help himself, jumping out of the box and running over to hug Honey, “Oh we’re home! Honey, we’re officially home and we get SNACKS and we have an ADDRESS to memorize and everything!”

Honey nods and pats Papy’s head, right between his perky blue ears. “you really like everything, huh?”

“OF COURSE HE DOES. THAT’S WHY HE’S THE CARETAKER AND I’M THE PROTECTOR,” says Edge as he stalks back into the room. He was fast at his tour. Clearing his throat, he goes back to a softer tone, “Owner, you seem to have…adequate housing for us prepared. Now, commence with showing us your foodstuffs so we may assess their quality as well.”

Slim was shaking a bit, but he cuddled up to Honey and followed with a hold on Honey’s hoodie as they went to the kitchen.

Their owner went into the kitchen, all four bunnies following, and brought out a bowl of chilled veggies. Carrots, lettuce, and a few cherry tomatoes, plenty for them all.

“I know you guys can eat normal food, and normal rabbit food, too, but I thought we’d start out with veggies since that’s kind of in between.” She set the bowl on a small stool, which had little seats around it that were clearly made or purchased with them in mind, that sat at the edge of the kitchen’s tiling. This let them be close to a beanbag chair that their owner sat in and smiled at them from as they ate.

The owner loved seeing them here, eating and happy and….within reach. Oh she’d loved getting to pick the two out of the box, and wanted so badly to stroke their heads and tell them how sweet and adorable they were, but…well, they’d only just met face to face. That would be rude…right? Right, best to let the little buns get used to their new home and the routine first.

Their little ears twitched (or at least the ones with perky ears did) as they ate, and Papy made small talk, “So, lovely owner, what is going to be our routine? I want to make sure we are all prepared for our lives henceforth!”

She smiled and said gently as she curled her body in on itself to keep from reaching out, “Well, I have the whole weekend here with all of you, so we can all get acquainted a bit before I go back to work. I work at a graphic design studio deeper in town, so I’ll drive there and be at work from about 9 till 5, then I’ll be home, unless we need groceries or something I’d have to go to the business district for.”

Edge huffed, “That is not what he asked, human, but it is good to know when we can expect to be left to our own devices,” he was attacking his carrot like it had personally offended him.

“it’s okay, though. we just wanna know if there’s a certain time for doin’ anything.” Honey shrugged and smiled at her, not minding that Slim had basically scooted his seat as close as possible to him. “like when’s breakfast usually?”

“Oh!” their owner did a small ‘blep’ of their tongue as they facepalmed gently, “Right, sorry. On weekends I get food around 11 for breakfast and it’s usually at 8 on weekdays. Lunch is around noon weekdays, and three or four ish on weekends. Then a small snack at four on weekdays, and dinner at 8 every day.”

“frequent meals. I like it.” Honey hummed softly as he bit into a tomato, almost drinking the juice. “what about you, slim? You good with that?”

“uh…y-yeah. ‘m good. fresh veggies and a nice schedule are, ah, are nice to have.” He still was concerned about this human but, well, they’d been so gentle getting him out of the box and seemed just as nervous as he was. Okay, maybe less nervous but they cared enough about their feelings to be nervous at all! That was good! And having a set schedule for at least meals was nice and soothing. Definitely eased his mind a bit to know he could count on eating being a regular, easy thing.

“And what about exercise?” Papy asked, eyes almost sparkling, “Do we have a regular activity planned too?”

“oh…” Their owner blushed and curled in more, “Um…I don’t…really like most exercise. I swim? But boney bitties aren’t very well suited for water…um…I do a walking track program on my Wii, sometimes. But I don’t go outside to do that sort of thing. And I don’t do it as often as I should or used to.”

Papy, having already finished what he wanted to eat, rushed over and put his whole foot and a half body into hugging her, “Don’t worry about that! As long as we’re here, we’ll help you keep active if you don’t have a lot of motivation yourself. What are good bitties for, if not to help and love their owner?”

“You don’t have to,” she tried to protest, but then Edge finished and stalked over.

“NONSENSE!” He got his hands on his hips and scowled, “Any owner of ours is going to be in top condition, even if that’s a slow road. You’re mine now, and that means I’ll do everything in my power to keep you healthy from top to bottom so I can keep you for as long as possible!”

Honey snickered. Of course Edge would turn it around to be about himself, but it meant he cared somewhat.

Slim tried to get up, too, but ended up tripping over his stool and faceplanting into the carpet over the edge of the tile.

“Oh gosh! Slim, are you okay? You aren’t hurt?” The owner gasped and very gently helped the clumsy bun to his feet as Papy did the same.

“y-yeah, ‘m fine. just uh…just kinda clumsy by nature. Sorry.” He blushed a bright yellow as the owner let herself gently pull him into a hug.

“No apologies when you didn’t do anything wrong,” came the warm voice that went with the gentle hold, and Slim’s blush got worse. “Being clumsy is fine, so long as you tell us if you get hurt. What is a good owner for, if not to take care of and love her bitties?”

Papy beamed at Edge as he bounced on the balls of his feet, making the red magic weilder huff and look away, though also blushing himself. Okay, so Papy had been right and their owner was going to be the ‘doting and loving’ sort. Not that he’d expected a fighting ring, what with them being rabbits but….okay, maybe if they were supposed to be fodder for the ring and not actual fighters but still.

That wasn’t happening, and Honey draping over his shoulder couldn’t distract him from watching their owner’s surprisingly delicate fingers check Slim over just in case. He was a little jealous they weren’t giving that attention to HIM right now, but he hadn’t just tripped like an idiot.

Not…not that Slim was an idiot. No, all four of his companions were the best of the best; no less for the great and powerful Edge. They all served a vital role in the group, one way or another…and now they had an owner who would add to that group whatever their unique take was on things.

How very exciting.

#bittybones #bunny bitties #papyrus #all the papyri

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dib-adrift · 6 years ago

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[ @queen-of-lazuroth @zimerstellar @son-of-an-invader ]

“Gah! That’s cold, Midge!”

Midge rolled her eyes, but she was trying to keep from giggling. “I told you it was going to be cold, you goobertron.”

Dib made an expression that could only be explained as a pout. “You’re a goobertron.”

Midge let the giggle out that time, taking the cold tool away from Dib’s chest. The wound had healed extremely well. He had quite the scar, of course, but it wasn’t off-putting by any means. Midge raised up a hand to run her fingers over it. “Does that hurt?”

Dib shook his head. “I’ve noticed sometimes it’ll burn randomly. Is that...normal?”

Midge nodded. “Your nerves and tissue are still healing. You’re gonna feel stuff like that for a while. But, besides that, honestly, you’re free to resume your normal training and routine.” Her hand lingered a little longer on Dib’s chest, her eyes roving over it now and again. Midge did always try to be professional but...well, her mates were rather attractive.

Dib didn’t miss that Midge had yet to remove her touch, his mouth quirking into a little smirk. “See something you like, Doctor?”

Midge met his gaze, blushing a little as she shook her head. “You’re a dork,” she told him, leaning up to give him a quick peck on the lips. “And as much as I would love to indulge you, I’m kinda swamped here. I don’t have the luxury of calling in Chance to help out these days.” It was a little inconvenient, but her pride in how far her protege had come overshadowed any urge to complain about it.

“Come on, you have to take a break some time!” Dib said cheerfully. He put both his hands on either side of Midge’s belly, rubbing around just a bit. He felt the twins move and his eyes lit up, a happy blep on his face. “You can’t be expected to work until these little puppers pop out.”

Midge gaped and gave him a playful bap on the shoulder. “Don’t call them puppers!”

“Well...they are, aren’t they? Didn’t Glitter Dib confirm that they were little werewolfies?” He rubbed Midge’s belly again, feeling the smeets move more. “See? You two even know you’re little wolfies, huh?” He cooed at baby bump.

Midge tried to stay irritated, but watching her new mate interact with her smeets - his step-children. Two more children all four of them would raise together - warmed her three hearts way too much to make that possible. “You make a good dad.”

Dib calmed a bit at those words, his face coloring at the compliment. He’d known going into all of this that children were part of the deal, but it still seemed to hit him just now that he would be another father to these kids. All of them. “I...I hope so. My dad...well he definitely could have done better. Once Gaz and I were older he seemed to get that he hadn’t been the best to us and tried to make up for it.” His face fell altogether. “I wish we’d had more time. We were just starting to act like a real family when...everything happened.”

Midge put her hands on top of Dib’s, taking them in hers comfortingly. “I’m so sorry, Dib,” she told him. “If I could give them back to you I would.” She raised a hand to his cheek. “But I’m sure they’d be proud of you.”

Dib leaned into the touch. After what he’d helped Addie accomplish, he was sure his sister would definitely be impressed. His father...he wasn’t sure. Would he be proud? Would he be more worried about the people his son chose to get involved with? He just didn’t know. He also wasn’t sure how much he cared. It wasn’t like it mattered at this point, anyway.

“Thanks, Midge,” Dib told her, leaning down and kissing her forehead softly. He regained his smile as he moved from the bed and replaced his shirt. “I’ll get going so you can get back to work. You know, since I’m such a terrible distraction.”

Midge snorted. She was not about to admit out loud that Dib was absolutely correct about that. “Yeah, yeah. Just let everyone know I’m gonna be late tonight?”

“Of course. You can count on me, Doctor.” He gave a small salute before walking out of the Team Nebula clinic, heading back upstairs to the main living quarters.

Midge giggled as he left, squeaking as one of the twins kicked her a little harder than usual. “He got you all riled up, didn’t he?” she asked as she got back to work.

Dib found his way back to the living quarters, stopping in the bedroom. Dek had finally replaced the bed with a larger one, since Dib and Zim weren’t using the room they were offered at this point, anyway. He beamed when he found Zim putting away clothes. “Is my Zim being domestic? Whatever is the occasion?” he teased.

Zim huffed at the comment. He was notoriously a neat freak, which he only had in common with Midge at this point. Dib and Dek both thrived in organized chaos, or whatever they called it. It was the only time chaos was not a fun thing for the Irken, when it came to keeping their living space neat and tidy. “The occasion is the Midge somehow swindled Zim into doing the laundry,” Zim said. Which wasn’t entirely the truth. Midge had asked nicely with her stupid big pretty blue eyes and Zim found himself agreeing.

Dib laughed, deciding to lend a hand for the last few things. “Sure. I bet that’s exactly what happened.”

Zim narrowed his eyes, not appreciating that Dib could see right through him. Not that he expected anything less. The human knew him better than anyone else. “It is.”

“Uh huh.”

Zim rolled his eyes as they finished putting up the clothes. Stupid human. He turned to face him fully. “So, what did the Midge say?”

Dib grinned. “Clean bill of health! The scar’s apparently gonna do some weird stuff but - GAH!” He didn’t get the chance to finish before he was tackled to the bed by an extremely eager, bitey Irken. “Z-Zim.”

Zim didn’t stop his assault, continuing to nibble and nip along Dib’s throat. “You’ve grown slow, my Dib,” he purred in the human’s ear. His claws dug into the fabric of Dib’s shirt, tearing it very nearly to shreds.

“I...I’ve been recovering.” He gasped as the fabric of his shirt of literally ripped from his body, feeling Zim’s sharp claws graze against his skin. He arched into the feeling, wanting more. “I liked that shirt.”

“Zim will get you a new one,” the Irken told him between thoroughly marking his neck. “In fact, between the three of us, I’m certain you will have many, many shirts.” His voice took on a primal growl. It had been so long since he’d felt his mate like this. Far, far too long. His hands trailed over Dib’s exposed chest and arms, taking in every inch of skin and defined muscle. Great Irk he was glorious to look at. “So many that you’ll stop caring about when they’re torn off you.”

Dib would have been ashamed of the sound he made if he wasn’t already caught up in all the sensations. Zim on top of him, straddling his body, his hands grabbing and exploring his with a frantic hunger. He swore breathlessly, his own hands traveling up Zim’s thighs to his full hips. His hands slipped under the halter top Zim was wearing, pulling off with far more care than his own t-shirt had been given. Zim would be furious if Dib destroyed his clothes.

Zim purred louder as his top was removed, relishing in feeling Dib’s skin against his own. Warm. The human was so damn warm. He wanted to be closer, as close as he possibly could be. Those thoughts spurred him to bite down on the human’s peck a little harder than before as he rolled his hips wantonly.

“Zim,” Dib moaned, loving the feeling of Zim’s teeth in his flesh and the Irken grinding against him. Dib lifted his hips to meet the needy movements, his hands coming around to cup Zim’s backside for more leverage.

Zim let out an extremely pleased chitter, taking Dib’s hint to grind against him harder. He could feel the humans erection between them, his own member already sliding out readily.

“Zim missed you,” he told Dib heatedly, reaching down for Dib’s belt. Their relationship had given him plenty of practice on ridding Dib of his pants, and even after so long of being apart, he still remembered the swiftest way to do so. “Zim missed you every moment we were apart.”

“I...I missed you, too,” Dib told him, reaching up to remove Zim’s shorts. God, his legs were fucking amazing. His hand trailed up Zim’s body once the Irken was completely naked, sliding up his torso before going back down again and resting on his hip. “So much. God, you’re beautiful.”

Zim inhaled sharply at the gentle touches, a large contrast to their previously fervent movements. His spooch felt like it was swelling for affection for this human. His human. “Zim knows,” he said with a smirk, enjoying the compliments very much. “Dib is quite nice to look at, as well.” He rolled his hips again, unable to help himself the longer he stared at Dib’s naked form. “I want you. So bad, Dib.”

Dib nearly choked at the feeling of their bare bodies rubbing together. “What...what are you waiting for?” he asked, giving Zim a pleading look. Please don’t make me wait anymore.

Zim thought about making Dib beg for it, but he decided to save that for another time, They’d spent so much time a part, so much time only being about to share sweet kisses and cuddles. Not that Zim didn’t enjoy them. He did, perhaps just as much as what they were about to do. But he’d found he simply couldn’t get enough of Dib. Even when he thought he’d had enough, it still wasn’t anywhere near. He lifted himself up a bit to line Dib’s length up with his entrance before sliding down onto it. His claws dug into Dib’s chest. It had been a while, and he had not anticipated having to get used to Dib’s size again.

The sound that came from Dib’s mouth was garbled and quite nearly inhuman. His fingers dug into the soft skin of Zim’s hips, trying to ground himself in someway. He looked up at the Irken’s face, finding his expression to be a bit strained. “Hey, you okay?” he asked.

“I’m fine. Just give me a moment,” Zim reassured him. He knew if Dib became too concerned he would try to stop this, but Zim would have absolutely none of that. He wanted Dib. Needed him, even, And he needed him now. Slowly the Irken rose himself up before plunging back down, throwing his head back in a loud gasp. It felt incredible to have Dib inside him again. To have their bodies united after so, so long. He repeated the action, this time the gasp bleeding into an extremely pleased trill.

Dib let Zim move on his own for a bit, giving the Irken a chance to get used to things. It was almost like their first time all over again, except Dib didn’t feel as nervous. He felt more concerned and aware of Zim’s reactions, but once he was sure that his mate was enjoying himself he rocked his body upward with the Irken’s movement. “Fuck, Zim,” he murmured. He hadn’t quite realized how much his body had craved this kind of closeness until this exact moment.

“Dib,” Zim moaned out, his voice already beginning to grow in volume. His claws drew blood from Dib’s chest, though even now the Irken was careful to avoid the sensitive scar. He threw his head back and squeezed his eyes shut, beginning to move faster than before. “Dib!” he repeated, returning his gaze to the human. Their eyes locked, and Zim hoped that his silent command would be understood.

Dib cried out at the increased pace, jerking his own hips upward to keep up with the speed. He was practically clinging to Zim, as if at any moment the Irken would disappear and he’d awake alone in his old ship again. He could barely hold himself back from flipping their positions and pounding into the Irken until they were both screaming their release. But then, his eyes met Zim’s. He still remembered that look. A request mixed with permission. And Dib didn’t have to be told twice as he did exactly what his body was craving.

Zim squealed a bit a being flipped, but the sound quickly transformed into a loud moan as Dib thrust into him hard and fast. His claws moved from the human’s chest to his back, digging in and holding on. “Ah! Yes, Dib! Yes!”

Dib squeezed his eyes shut and buried his face into Zim’s shoulder. One of his hands was fisting the comforter beneath them, while his other was wrapped under Zim’s hips, holding the Irken’s bottom half up and he thoroughly fucked him. His own blunt teeth sank into Zim’s neck as concentrating became more difficult. However he continued his pace, encouraged by Zim’s throaty moans.

Zim arched his back, feeling an almost forgotten feeling in his gut. A red hot twisting in his spooch, and attempted to move his hips as much as possible to chase the feeling. His claws sank deep into Dib’s skin as he began to babble in Irken before practically screaming with his climax.

The last shred of Dib’s self control vanished as Zim came, feeling the Irken’s hot body tighten around him. His own orgasm caught up with him quickly, and he cried out the Irken’s name as he continued to thrust animalistically, riding the feeling out..

They didn’t separate right away, remaining clinging to each other as the foggy, post-orgasm feeling began to subside. Zim reached up and began to play with Dib’s hair. It was so impossibly soft. He nuzzled against Dib’s face, not feeling the need to say anything just yet.

Dib pulled his face away from where is was buried the crook of Zim’s neck, leaning into the nuzzle and even nuzzling back. He smiled contentedly once their gazes met before leaning down and kissing the Irken’s lips tenderly. “I want you forever,” he whispered. If there was ever an Irken phrase he would never forget, it was that one.

Zim hummed happily at the kiss, kissing back just as gently and sweetly, continuing to play with Dib’s hair. Not too long ago he’d been sure that he’d never find his human again. But now not only had he found him, he’d also found two new mates and a whole family, to boot. Zim smiled serenely.

“I am forever yours.”

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“So, what you’re saying is that I am getting two new daddies?” Ada asked as she sat in Zim’s lap in the living room. They’d all decided it was about time they told their children what was going on. They figured they’d start with Ada, seeing as she was the most likely to get used to the idea if she opposed (and Drun would basically grow up with all of them now, it seemed). Then again it seemed there had been no need to worry about her, at all.

“Well...yes,” Midge replied. She wanted to say Ada’s reaction surprised her. And yet...it didn’t.

“Is that...okay with you?” Dib asked. He was certain that Ada had grown fond of him and Zim, but he was still apprehensive about how she felt about all of them together.

“Don’t be silly! Of course it okay!” Ada said brightly. “I’m just wondering what took you so long. Grown-ups are so silly!”

Zim exchanged looks with his three mates, unable to help but chuckle. “Yes. I’m afraid we are quite silly.”

Ada beamed at Zim, before her face fell into one of confusion. “I just have one question. What do I call you two? I can’t call all three of you Daddy. That would get confusing.”

Dek snorted a bit, though he knew that could actually be a problem. The three of them had a lot in common, but even so they also had niche things that were entirely their own. If the kids need one of them specifically, it would be good to distinguish which one was being called.

“You can call me Pápa,” Dib told Ada. “If you want to, that is. I’m also okay with you sticking with calling me Dib-Dab if that makes you more comfortable.”

Ada shook her head vigorously. “Nuh uh. If you’re gonna be with my Mama and Daddy that means you’re another Daddy.” She grinned. “So yeah! I’ll call you Pápa!” She looked up at Zim with big, curious eyes. “What about you?”

Zim hesitated. Deciding on a parental title was not something he’d ever thought about in his entire life. He took a moment ruffle Ada’s hair affectionately. After discovering his mission to be a lie, he’d at one point managed to hack some very old, hidden files. Records of history before the Brains. Back then Irkens lived in big tribes where all the adults tended to the young. It was why polyamory wasn’t that strange to him, as it had been the norm during those times.

And as such, he’d found Irken words he hadn’t even known to exist. There were apparently all sorts of parental titles that had existed. It was simply about choosing one that he liked the most.

“Tevak,” Zim said sweetly. “It’s one old word for ‘father’ in Irken.”

Dek looked quite impressed. He remember how he’d had to use the Vortian word for ‘father’ when speaking to his own as a child. “I didn’t know there was a word for that.”

“There are several,” Zim explained. “And even more words that I had to discover for myself. I still have the files, if you would like me to show them to you.” His words were smooth, but his eyes shown with a tiny flirtatious gleam. He had been meaning to snatch another kiss from the good captain, after all.

Dek didn’t not miss that gleam, his face coloring against his will. He cleared his throat. “I, uh, I would like that.”

Midge shared a look with Dib, the two of them immediately bursting into snickers.

Ada rolled her eyes. There they went, being silly again. “Can I go to my room now?” she asked.

Midge snorted. “Of course you can, baby girl. We’ll call you when dinner’s ready, okay?”

Ada nodded, hopping off of Zim’s lap and skipping off down the hall.

“You know she’s only gonna be more of a handful once she’s older, right?” Dib asked lightheartedly.

“Considering how the other version of her turned out,” Zim said, speaking of Addie, “I do not doubt it.”

“We’re pretty much prepared for all of these kids to wreak havoc one way or another,” Dek said with a grin.

Midge giggled. “They wouldn’t be ours if they didn’t.” She looked at all three of her mates as she said this.

Dek smiled, nodding in agreement. Everything had happened so quickly, and yet he couldn’t bring himself to be overwhelmed by it. It felt like he and Midge had found something he’d never known they were missing, and now all the pieces of the universe had finally fallen perfectly into place. He knew it wouldn’t always be perfect. He was certain they’re small moment of peace wouldn’t last, because if never did. But for now, he’d hold on to everything he had, never daring to take it for granted ever again.

#✨ the stellars ✨#**orange you glad**

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ironwoman359 · 7 years ago

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Ok, I’m gonna say something. I don’t even know if it's entirely necessary to say or not, but it’s kinda been bothering me lately, so I’m gonna say it anyway, if only to scratch my own personal itch about the subject. (and btw, this isn’t in response to any particular post or anything, I’ve been sitting on this draft for about two days now, trying to word what I think about it just right, so please don’t take my intentions to be calling out any individuals or anything like that. In fact, I wouldn’t even say this is a call out, it’s more like me offering my opinion, but I digress.)

So...Deceit.

Deceit has been in all of two videos. Canonically, we know very little about him. We know that he’s ��an inner coach who acts with the one goal of self preservation,” we know that he (apparently) always has to be engaging in some sort of deception or lie (my thoughts about how that works are at the end of this post if you’re curious), we know that he’s a slimey boi who to the best of our knowledge doesn’t actually excrete slime (also we know that his scales are actual scales, not makeup, due to Logan referring to them as such), and we know he’s a total drama queen (did you see his outfit?) who likes to make musical theatre puns. Honestly, not a lot to go on for the sake of fan depictions.

So where am I going with this?

Let. People. Write. Deceit. How. They. Want. To.

Some people write Deceit as a horrible, horrible person. They write him as an abusive bastard and has done things to Virgil and the others that make my skin crawl. There is nothing redeemable about those characterizations....and that is okay. It’s okay to write Deceit as a completely unredeemable villain. Those characters are important to have, for a variety of reasons, and until now there was no easy way to have that type of character in canonverse without making up an oc, which not everyone wants to do. We have a villain now, a real actual villain, not an “I’m not always the bad guy” morally gray character like Anxiety. Let people explore what they want to explore with real, canon characters without calling them out on “demonizing Deceit” or writing ooc. It’s fanfiction. It’s okay if it’s ooc. Because you know what else is ooc?

Fluffy, cutesy, doesn’t mean any harm, really, soft boi Deceit.

Also not canon. Also an okay character to write. Some people want to write Deceit as misunderstood, or as someone who’s trying his best but gets it wrong a lot, and is slowly coming around. That is also perfectly okay to write and explore. There’s a reason we have the ‘sympathetic deceit’ tag. Deceit fluff is a thing, and I’m not gonna lie, it’s really cute. Some people just wanna draw a cute snake boi.

I dunno, I just feel like people are feeling they need to do either or...that they must either love or hate Deceit, that he must either be utterly despicable or completely redeemable. None of that is true.

I have written both a villainous Deceit and a fluffy Deceit. I have read fics where he is an awful person, fics where he’s a begrudging or blossoming member of the famILY, and I have read fics where he’s somewhere in-between (particularly human AUs, there’s so many directions you could take him). I have enjoyed all of them. I appreciate the varied takes on the character. Because it’s fanfiction. It’s okay to write characters ooc in fanfiction if it suits your story.

Heck, I’m writing a story where (minor spoilers for Our Own Villain chapters 3 and 4...) Roman literally locks Virgil in a dungeon in his room and sends out his entire army to hunt down Logan and Patton, but no one has said that I’m bad for writing Roman that way, in fact, I’ve gotten nothing but positive response to a villain!Roman. And the Pride!Roman has been met with resounding applause in this fandom (as it should, cause that idea is epic and the designs of him are so cool and creative). So why is writing Deceit ooc different?

Because both of those versions, the horrific abuser and adorable blep....they’re both fanon. Deceit’s actions in the canon are not redeemable...but it’s possible for his purpose to be. There are times when lying is the correct choice in a scenario, the episode even went over that, but it still does not excuse his behavior in the episode. Because while trying to convince Thomas to do things his way, he was manipulative. He played off of the others’ hopes and fears to get what he wanted, and he dressed himself up (literally) as a friend, so that they’d be more likely to listen. That is manipulative behavior, and honestly it’s not that far of a stretch to imagine him being an emotional manipulator/abuser, and it’s also not that much of a leap to take a character from emotional abuser to physical abuser.

So while that may not be canon, I (personally at least) find it to be perfectly within reason for fanon, and that is perfectly valid, just as fanoning Deceit to less bad than in canon is valid. The problem is we don’t have a lot of canon to go off of in the first place, so people get particularly attached to their fanon versions of Deceit. And it’s okay to be attached to your fanon, just remember that none of the views of Deceit outside of the actual (limited) canon are ““correct.”” Don’t confuse canon with fanon, but don’t be surprised if someone else’s interpretation of Deceit is different than yours, and please don’t let that be something that you get upset or defensive over. Just...I dunno, let everyone exist. Tag your Deceit content, tag your Sympathetic Deceit content, and just let people write/draw/think whatever fanon about Deceit they want to...even as we learn more canon info about him, that doesn’t make the fanon traits any less valid.

Oh, and as a side note (pun not intended but wildly accepted) let’s stop pitting Sleep and Deceit against each other? It’s okay to like Sleep/Remy more than Deceit, even though he’s not a side, it’s okay to fanon Remy into the same universe as the sides, even though canonically he’s not in the same universe as them, just as it’s okay if you like Deceit more than Remy/Sleep. Let’s just not, you know, pit the characters (who aren’t even technically in the same universe) against each other and insist that one or the other is more deserving of love/hate or whatever. I dunno, I just see people do that sometimes and it bothers me. Like, they’re both good characters guys, let’s just enjoy them.

Anyway, I’ve been rambling awhile and I don’t know if I’m making sense, but I felt like saying that. Resume your scrolling at your leisure <3

#taylor talks #fanders #sanders sides #deceit sanders #remy sanders #sleep sanders #sympathetic deceit #long post

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macbookpro-hard-drive · 7 years ago

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unlonely [michael m. x reader] pt.1

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oh SHIT. oh SHIT lads??? a part one??? but percy u never number the first parts!!!

yeah thats because i usually dont expect myself writing another part sdkfjhds but this? ive been planning this fic for a fuckin while now and it’s about time that i finish this and post it instead of yknow... starting part two and giving myself at least a beginning BUT oh well man i was excited and wanted to post this dskjfhds

also this went through multiple titles. unlonely ended up being the winner. brownie points if y’all know the song.

warnings: i dont think theres anything big other than like. my general swearing warning.

To say that you were friends with anyone at Middleborough would have been a complete lie. You knew people, sure, but you’d never really built up a connection with anyone past small jokes in-class and sometimes the rare invite for you to join them at lunch. For the most part, you’d been a loner - and that was how you liked it. It left you to sit alone at lunch and focus on your art, or for you to focus on getting homework done because you had Final Fantasy XV waiting for you at home and you were just about to help Iris with shit before you realized you wouldn’t have been able to save. You used your time wisely, and spent your free time at home, sometimes in a Discord call with a couple video game buddies who you’d met via Overwatch. But you’d be lying if you said there hadn’t been a couple people in your classes that you’d wished you’d talk to. One of those people had been Michael Mell, music enthusiast and video game aficionado. For the most part, you didn’t really know much about him past the fact he almost always had headphones around his neck, the fact he was best friends with Jeremy Heere (someone you’d honestly written off as a geek, and honestly, potential friend material since something told you that the two of you would have hit it off), and the fact he had various video game keychains since he had the habit of throwing down his keys during AP Biology - the only class the two of you shared where he sat right next to you, by some stroke of luck.

So when Jeremy Heere suddenly changed completely and left Michael in the dust, you decided you’d give him a week. One week to stop being a huge dick and talk to the guy who’d apparently been Michael’s best friend for the past twelve years, according to some kid in your math class. You’d watched Michael try to grab his attention while in the hall as Jeremy strode past him, ignoring him for the entire day in order to spend time with people like Rich Goranski and Chloe Valentine - neither of who you disliked, but people that surprised you that they’d spend time with Jeremy Heere.

One week and two days later, you found yourself trying to find something to talk to Michael about that wasn’t video games. You gave that up quickly during the last fifteen minutes of AP Bio.

You, in an attempt to find a conversation started, ended up stared at his key-chains: a buster sword, a diamond pickaxe, a round Pac-man with an open mouth, and a flat Nintendo game-boy. You settled on the buster sword, licking your lips and swallowing any doubt that had begun to pool in your stomach. “Did you hear about the remake?” You’d asked, and for a moment Michael hadn’t realized you’d been talking to him until he finally tore his eyes away from his phone, meeting your gaze. You smiled, “for uh, Final Fantasy-”

He nodded before you could give the number. “Yeah, uh - I heard,” he said, wary of your sudden presence. You shifted uncomfortably at that - maybe you should have opened up with something different.

“Yeah - uh, I never really got a chance to play the original since my older brother took his PlayStation and all his games when he moved out - but I’m excited for the remake! I’m hoping that it’ll live up to the fame of the original,” you said, keeping up a smile and acting as confident as you could. “I’m hoping that maybe when I visit him, I can play a bit.”

Michael blinked in the sight of you, surprised you were still talking to him. He half-expected that spark of conversation to die out as quickly as it had flamed. But he reached up, tugging slightly at his headphones, and sat slightly straighter. “It’s honestly one of the best games in the series. The soundtrack alone is fantastic,” he said, starting to warm up to you, “you should definitely listen to it at least.”

“I have!” You chirped, smiling, “yeah - my brother used to play video game soundtracks in the mornings when he’d drive me to school. He said something about it being nice, and then would always make a big deal for his favorite games. I’ve been wanting to play more of the older games, but so far I’m kinda fascinated with the newest one so... one game at a time, I guess.”

“Yeah, uh, fifteen’s pretty fun actually!” Michael ran a hand through his hair, “it’s different but...”

“Really good. I’m kinda glad the series took a step away from the turn-based combat, I guess.” You shoved your hands into the front pocket of your hoodie, “so... what else do you play?”

“A lot of old shit,” he shrugged, “Overwatch, sometimes. I haven’t really played recently though.”

You immediately jump on that thread. “What do you play on? Who do you main?”

He blinked at the sight of you, before a small smile cracked upon his face. Maybe you were cooler than he thought. “Uh, PS4 mainly, and... Sombra, D.Va, aaaand Lúcio. What about you?”

“Same, actually - my brother also bought Overwatch for PS4 and then ended up giving that to me when he left. As for who I main-”

The bell rung out, interrupting you as teenagers began to shuffle around you. You slowly stood, grabbing your bag and slipping an arm through one strap as you turned back to Michael. He’d already stood, shoving his keys into his pocket and backpack already hanging off of one shoulder. He watched you for a moment, as if waiting to see if you were actually going to pursue conversation or leave him now that class was over.

“If you wanna keep talking about video games ‘n stuff,” you said, “we can maybe grab lunch together?”

“Yeah, I’d, uh- I’d like that?” He acted as if he was unsure. He paused as he pushed in his chair, leaning against it, “I don’t eat in the cafeteria though.”

“That’s valid,” you stepped away, walking with him out of the classroom. “I’ve got money, if that helps-”

“You... really wanna talk to me, don’t you?” He stared at you, dumbfounded that someone would actually take notice of him past the regular little interactions - asking him to get out of the way, asking him a question about class, all the basic shit that’d be forgotten minutes all.

You nodded, the fabric of your backpacks straps scratching against your palm to make an uncomfortable noise. You winced slightly because of it, before nodding again awkwardly. “Yeah. I do.” You sort of smile, “is that a problem? You seem cool.” He shook his head as he walked alongside you, one hand fumbling with his headphones. You continued on, “so.. We were talking about my mains, right?”

The walk out to Michael’s car wasn’t too awkward in the end. He was surprisingly happy to keep talking about different video games, lamenting about this shitty level in Apocalypse of the Damned before immediately shutting up about it. Then the conversation turned to food, Michael suggesting sushi and you just sorta shrugged and agreed since he was driving. On the drive over, there was the whole awkward conversation of “wait, should we eat in or get our stuff to go?” which ended in the two of you deciding just to chill in his car in the parking lot of the school with your food. Twenty minutes later, the two of you had kicked back and were listening to music in his car, enjoying your food.

“Y’know,” you started, “for a dude who was so eager to get sushi, I’m surprised you didn’t get more sushi.” You shrugged, “I mean, it’s no biggie - I’m just a little surprised-”

Michael looked over to you, before looking back to his food, “eh. I’m not that big on fish - plus the beef negimaki is fucking god there.” He then stole another glance to you, “what’s up with the fork?”

“Never learned to use chopsticks,” you shrugged, “my brother always made fun of me for it.” You smiled a little, “I mean - I just can’t really loosen my grip enough, I guess.” You glanced down to the chicken yakisoba you’d ordered, “besides. I mean... it’s not like I’m eating sushi with a fork.”

“I guess you have a point.” He said. Awkward silence grew between the two of you, only leaving the music to fill the small bits of tension that had developed since you were sort of a stranger in a way.

“You like music?” You asked, mentally slapping yourself - of course he likes music, who doesn’t like music? “What do you listen to?”

He lit up immediately at that, jabbing his empty chopsticks in the direction of his radio. “Eighties stuff. Grew up with it,” he began, “mainly because of my moms, but my older brother was big into eighties shit as well. And, uh, he also got me into Filipino eighties music,” he shrugged, “heritage stuff, I guess.” He paused for a moment, idly tapping his chopsticks against the to-go container for a moment, “plus he’s older than me so... I guess I thought he was cool and started listening to stuff because of it.”

“Are you saying your brother isn’t cool?” You shifted, iron-grip on your lunch, “because you better hope I never meet him or I’ll tell him that.”

He snorted a little at that, “he’s cool. He ended up moving to Philly with a bunch of friends a year ago.”

You nodded, reaching for your drink. “Maybe you could show me some music sometimes? I’ve been looking for some new bops-”

“I can make you a playlist!” Michael then drew back slightly, confidence fading little by little, “I mean, if you want-”

“I’d really like that.” The minute you spoke, Michael beamed, once again filled with confidence. The way that Michael seemed to light up, all the stars falling into his eyes - it made you smile a little more than you had been before. “Do you, uh - you use Spotify, right?”

“Yeah! My moms pay for premium,” he beamed, before his smile fell. “Do... you uh-”

“Want my number?” You offered up, and he nods, unlocking his phone and handing it over to you. You flipped open the contacts, pressing the little plus button and filling in your info before shooting a quick message to yourself before setting his phone back in his hand.

That afternoon started the constant memes, along with the occasional song that he’d ask your opinion on - always swearing that it was so he could get a better grasp of your taste so that you’re playlist will be perfect. Some you liked, some you forced yourself to listen to past the first minute (and occasionally, you ended up liking them), others you dropped barely seconds in, something not quite jiving with you. He’d usually find you at lunch on the days you didn’t have AP Bio,or occasionally he’d ask if you wanted to run somewhere for lunch since cafeteria sucks. By that Saturday, a link popped up to a playlist just titled ‘tasty jams for [y/n]’ with the description set as ‘because their music taste might suck and im a good person :)’ - which made you laugh, sending a quick ‘thank you for your wise wisdom, mello yello’ before you plugged in your headphones to listen.

You really, really appreciated Michael’s taste in music, honestly.

Over the course of the next few weeks, Michael became a regular part of your life. After your insistence that, dude, you were gonna be lonely anyway, just come and sit with you - he sorta caved in and ate lunch with you regularly, animatedly talking about video games or music or this stupid YouTube video he watched: anything and everything, like he was this dam that had been building up and now he finally had someone to talk to, someone to spill everything to. AP Biology consisted of dumb jokes under your breath, Michael’s soft chuckles next to you making you crack little smiles; little notes slipping to one another during your American History class, sometimes little drawings, other times little jokes; and then there was Algebra, where the two of you would text each other from across the room, trying your best to hide your phones. At the end of math, Michael would be waiting by the classroom door, falling into step beside you as the two of you started heading out to the parking lot.

“Hey!” He greeted you one day, visibly nervous despite the smile plastered to his face. He shoved his hands into his pockets, “hey, uh, you wanna... come over on Saturday? We could play video games or something,” he shrugged.

You mulled over the thought for a minute, before slowly nodding. “Okay.”

He smiled again, reaching up and fumbling with the cord of his headphones as he looked over to you. “You do know we’re gonna play some spooky shit, right? It’s almost Halloween,” he sorta laughed, “spooky scary.”

You jabbed him with your elbow, not hard enough to hurt him. “Fuckin’ dork, fine- but I get first pick at characters.”

“Yeah, fine, you can be player-” He paused, catching himself, “yeah. Yeah, okay!”

You didn’t push it.

That Saturday you drove over to Michael’s house, letting your Google Maps app guide you the entire way, calling out directions along the way over the sound of the playlist Michael made for you. You cursed the cold weather outside, your jacket sitting in the passenger seat of the heated car. The moment you pulled up outside of Michael’s house, only his P.T Cruiser sitting in the driveway, you shot him a quick text that you were outside and he best have that door open because you aren’t dealing with this cold shit today. Barely taking a minute to slip into your jacket, you cut off the car and pocketed the keys, clicking the doors locked after you hopped out and dashed to the front door, Michael opening it just in time for you to slide inside.

He stood there, watching you literally slide to a stop. “You don’t like the cold, do you?”

You shook your head. “Not when the weather lies to me, dear Mello Yello.”

He glanced upstairs, before looking back to you. “I’m gonna grab some snacks - but you can go on up? First door on the left,” he shut the front door, finally cutting the cold air out of the situation. You nodded, awkwardly shooting him finger guns as you strolled past him and head upstairs - after kicking off your boots near the door, having found Michael’s own shoes sitting nearby. You found Michael’s room easily, even if he hadn’t given you instructions, considering his door had been left wide open and his room was as Michael-esque as you expected.

Band T-shirts littered the floor, some lazily thrown over the chair at his desk, along with what you swore looked like a pizza box tucked under his bed and a few empty cans of soda - all crushed and most around a full trashcan near the bedroom door. You sorta hold back a smile at how fucking stereotypical teenage-boy the mess was - but that little bit of restraint disappeared as you started taking in the posters pinned around his room, all with red or white pushpins holding them up. The Legend of Zelda, Uncharted, The Last of Us, Tomb Raider, Portal - and then, among those, you caught a few others. Old movies posters - things like Nightmare on Elm Street and Alien and The Thing - peeked out from between everything else, and then it all came to a stop at this cork-board that hung above Michael’s desk. Pictures were pinned up everywhere, some of him by himself, others with him and his moms and someone you only assumed was a brother or a cousin or something - due to the striking resemblance that Michael shared with him. And then there were pictures of Jeremy - scarce but still there - among all the memories of Disney World and sleepy plane rides with a dark sky peeking through the windows. All of them were different ages - Michael and Jeremy at what you could only assume was sometime during their last few years of elementary school, posing proudly with the widest smiles and papers in front of them for good grades or good attendance, the sort of shit that you usually get in elementary school; or Michael chilling at a community pool with Jeremy, both probably thirteen or fourteen, with ice cream and sodas sitting on a wire table behind them, towels wrapped around their shoulders and smiles forced in that sort of way that when you’re thirteen, you don’t want anyone to see you; and then there was a picture of Michael and Jeremy, taken within the last year, with Michael’s arm thrown around Jeremy’s shoulder as this was absolutely something snapped at the most opportune moment, and you couldn’t really make out what they were looking at but they both looked so happy and comfortable with each other. Something inside of you plucked at your heartstrings, and for a moment, you weren’t sure what to think.

You tore your attention away from the board, ignoring whatever the sticky notes littered here and there said, and you started fumbling with a Rubik’s Cube on his desk. His laptop sat, open with a darkened screen - and with an accidental brush of the wireless mouse that’d been positioned a little too close to the Rubik’s Cube, you were greeted with his Spotify open to a playlist in progress, a key-smash for a name and description (very creative) with a few songs listed. Eventually you set down the toy, making your way over to his bed and sitting down, just sort of taking in the sight of Michael’s room while the scent of some air freshener lingered around you.

“Shit-” Michael said as he approached the room, causing you to turn around. “I was... sort of in the middle of cleaning... aaand I wasn’t sure if I should finish while you were here-” He kicked out his desk chair, it rolling back enough for him to seat himself, the back of it pressed against his stomach. “I can clean up more if you want.”

“It’s cool, dude. No messier than my room,” you sort of laughed, whether it was true or not. What are we playing?”

He didn’t answer, standing and handing over a can of soda to you before going over to where his games were stored, flipping through them. “I... didn’t plan that far ahead.”

He rattled off the titles of games, while your focus drifted back to the photos on the wall. You’d never really seen Michael so happy - well, perhaps when you asked about him making you a playlist, but that moment paled in comparison to the most recent picture with Jeremy - and that twisted your stomach. You didn’t hear Michael stop reading out names, before his gaze settled on what you’d been staring at. He stood once more, clutching a game in his hands now as he walked over to the board.

“Yeah, uh - my family travel a lot,” he said, looking back to you. “Usually just over summer and breaks and whatever,” he sunk down into the chair, and you crawled over to the foot of his bed, as close as you could get without standing. He pointed out different pictures - the summer he went to Disney World and how he got super fucking spooked on Expedition Everest, or how they took a road trip one summer and jammed out to eighties bops the entire way, or the day trips they took to New York as a family - before you catch his gaze falling to Jeremy.

“So!” You interrupt the silence that had started to grow between the two of you, “Mello Yello. What we playing.” You didn’t ask. But he lit up, glad to have something else to think about. You beamed at him as he held up the case.

“Resident Evil 5.” He pushed his glasses back up the bridge of his nose, “got that fucking spooky zombie shit.”

“Just in time for Halloween,” you mused, “dope. I get to be Chris.”

He chuckled, moving to queue the game up and handing you a controller. “Your loss, then.”

“Dude. I get to be a fucking beefy dude.”

“But Sheva though.”

You mulled the thought over. “... You have a point.”

The game queued up. And then Michael spoke again, nudging you to scoot over as he sat on his bed. “Are you going to Jake’s Halloween party?”

Something about that question made your blood turn to ice for a mere moment. That... came from nowhere - and you didn’t even know Jake Dillinger past the fact that a lot of people would fucking love to fuck him. So you shrugged the question off. “Are you?”

And Michael didn’t answer.

“Michael?”

He looked over to you, before turning his attention to the game, starting it up. You pinned your eyes to the screen, as the opening tutorial started up after the two of you configured shit. “Jeremy’s supposed to be there,” he finally admitted. “I thought that maybe I’d go talk to him. Y’know, talk some sense into him.” His shoulders fell as he let out a heavy breath, “yell at him about how we were friends for twelve years and how he’s being a huge fucking dick because of the SQUIP-”

You cut him off: “the what.” He freezed under your gaze. “Michael... you never told me what happened with Jeremy.”

And he wasn’t going to - judging by how he immediately fumbled with his controller, slowly breathing out as he squeezed his eyes shut. The game started, throwing you into the opening cutscene of the game. You watched as Michael drew his bottom lip between his teeth for a moment, before he finally decided to speak again.

“You can’t tell anyone about this,” he said, and the moment you finally nodded, he continued on. “So uh... the SQUIP is this... weird supercomputer-pill-thing,” he started, “and it’s supposed to like... tell you what to do? I don’t know - Jeremy said that this guy at school was going to sell him one and we went to check it out and now he’s too good for-” He hesitated. “He’s too good to hang out with me, since... I guess I’m a loser?” He stared at the TV screen before the two of you. “I dunno - he didn’t... really say.”

You didn’t speak. You only sat there, playing the game as you listened to Michael filled you in on what limited information he had. The entire time he spoke, he looked so distant. Just mere minutes ago, he’d been alive - talking to you about his family and about the game, and he’d been bright as he greeted you at the door and brought snacks and soda for the two of you - and now... he looked tired. You suddenly stopped, grip on the controller becoming loose as you only stared at Michael, watching his focus stay on the game, movement reflecting in his glasses until he, too, finally stopped. The two of you had been lucky there weren’t any enemies around at that point - you’d probably have died and had to restart if there had been. His gaze slowly met yours.

“I know it sounds crazy,” Michael breathed, grip tight on the controller, “but... it’s true - I promise,” he paused, searching for words to say, searching your face for disbelief. But he didn’t find it. He found concern, etched into every feature that you had.

“Michael... it’s not that it’s crazy, as... impossible as a supercomputer-pill-thing sounds,” you said, not sure how else to refer to this SQUIP thing, “I mean... It’s just really, really hard to grasp. Like...” You paused, tracing your thumb along hard plastic, “if you’re going to talk to Jeremy at the party,” you shifted the subject, “are you sure that’s something that you should do-”

He didn’t wait. “Yes - I have to-”

“- alone?” You finished, dumbfounding him almost immediately. “Look - I’m not saying that I, uh... go in there with you or anything, but... I can drive you, or just wait in the car-” You cut yourself off, “I just don’t think this is something you should be doing completely alone.”

You were met with a completely dumbfounded stare, before he finally snapped back to reality, your words sinking in. And then he nodded, immediately spouting off some plan about how you can pick him up that night, and he can change into his costume on the way to Jake’s house and then he’ll crash at your place, so the whole idea of him chilling at your place wouldn’t be a complete lie to his moms. The entire time he went into detail about this whole scheme he cooked up, you couldn’t fight back a smile.

Because at that moment, the two of you had become partners in crime.

Fuck yes.

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fearofaherobrine · 7 years ago

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Roleplay Server Log #378

"Baby Fru, Ominous Portents”

[Steve] Has gone to fetch a few things from Doc's disorganized trunks and stumbles upon Grinny pouting. He kneels down and speaks quietly- Hey there... you look kinda cold. Did you lose your sweater?

[Grinny] - Fuck off, I don't need anything!- He makes a quick swat at Steve

[Steve] Yikes! - Manages to pull away in time to only get slightly scratched- That stings! Why are you so angry all the time?

[Grinny] - Because I hate all of you! Especially humans!

[Steve] Oh. Is there anyone you don't hate?

[Grinny] - There are those I find less annoying, you are not included amongst those

[Steve] But you hardly know me. I haven't been mean to you.

[Grinny] - No, but you are human, and they are the worst

[Steve] That's not fair. You're a mean cat, but I don't think all cats are mean.

[Grinny] - You would think differently if you had been what I'd been through- He tries to slink away

[Steve] We've all had bad experiences. Hey... where are you going?

[Grinny] - Away from you!

[Steve] Would it help if I made you something?

[Grinny] - No

[Steve] Is scooting on the floor to keep Grinny in sight but not touching him - If you could have anything, what would you want? And don't say for me to fuck off and die, that's cheating.

[Grinny] -For all humans other than the ones I like to die

[Steve] Geeze.... I think I'd ask to be able to fly like Cp does. Just like.... hover. Without Elytra or anything.

[Grinny] - I'm sure he could give you the coding for it, now fuck off

[Steve] Can't I at least make you something to wear so you don't get cold?

[Grinny] - I'm fine

[Steve] Wait! Wait! I have a great idea! - He pulls out his needles and a ball of black yarn- just give me a minute. I bet you'll like it!

[Grinny] - No

[Steve] Is concentrating and counting stitches as he kits. - Please?

[Grinny] - Not happening

[Steve] But it's perfect! - He quickly finishes up the edges and holds it up. It's a black cat-sided sweater, but on the back, outlined in pixels, in the yarn is a very distinct hand giving the middle finger and the words 'I hate you'.

[Grinny] - Burn it

[Steve] Aw.... - He sets it down on the floor. Obviously a little bummed.

[Grinny] Starts trotting off-

[Steve] Would a flaming skull be better?

[Grinny] - I don't need anything!

[Steve] How about a knife with 'Die humans die?'

[Grinny] - Go away!

[Steve] Just kinda flops on the floor and the sweater gets sucked into Grinny's theft/inventory slot-

[Grinny] Hisses-

[Steve] meeh. 'Born to kick ass?' 'Kiss my Tail?'Maybe just 'Fuck off?'

[Grinny] - Stop bothering me!

[Steve] I bet I know what you'd like actually... to be bigger.

[Grinny] - No

[Steve] Rolls over on the carpet in defeat- Well then I'll spite you by liking you anyway. Just like Doc did with Cp.

[Grinny] - How about you don't

[Steve] You can't stop me. I love cats. I love you Grinny. You're a good kitty.

[Grinny] - I hate you, go away

[Steve] Nope. You're the best creepypasta cat there is.

[Grinny] Hisses and runs off-

[Steve] -Sighs-

[Yaunfen] Calls out over the chat - MOOOOOOOMMM!

[Deer] - I'm in the garden

[Yaunfen] Comes running outside with Waffles following and something in their hands- mom mom mom mom!

[Deer] - What is it? I'm right here

[Yaunfen] Huffing out of breath as Waffles circles them sniffing excitedly- I put down- accidently- I'm sorry- AND IT'S WIGGLING. - They're holding a very ugly brown egg with red, green and yellow flecks-

[Deer] - Is it something from the analyzer?

[Yaunfen] Fast nods-

-Lots of egg wiggles-

[Deer] - Well, what do you think needs to happen next?

[Yaunfen] Obviously has no idea- Fence? Food? SHOULD WE CALL ENDREA???

[Deer] - Well why don't we go inside first so we can keep a better eye on it and make a small enclosure for it in the lab

-Egg splits and gushes out a rather thick white gunk like donut icing-

[Yaunfen] FUCK.

[Deer] Moves quickly to catch whatever may be inside- Whoops

-It looks like a raptor, but with some small speckles like the egg and the head seems larger-

[Yaunfen] Helps her and the baby makes a high pitched squeeeeeee.

[Waffles] Very excited sniffing!

[Deer] - Yaunfen, go inside and get some fence materials and find your Mada

[Baby] Yawns big and it has loooots of teeth-

[Yaunfen] Takes off- Yes mom!

[Deer] Follows, moving carefully so as not to be hurt by the claws and teeth that the baby has-

[Doc] comes back from outside the server with a backpack just as Yaunfen barrels into them- Woah! I was only gone a few minutes. Didn't think I'd be missed that badly kiddo-

[Yaunfen] Baby! FCa saurus, something! Waffles bumped me.

[Doc] I think Waffles needs to be taught the sit command.

[Waffles] Blep.

[Deer] Comes up with the starting to struggle baby- Ah, there you are love, a little help here?

[Baby] Wiggles it's feet. It doesn't have the curved foot claw but three big claws instead- Squee?

[Doc] Eyes widen - Oh dear...

[Deer] - Yeah...

[Yaunfen] Am I in trouble?

[Deer] - No?

[Doc] It's just... gonna get big.

[Deer] - But maybe next time you should wait for Mada to be here when you get an animal from the analyzer?

[Yaunfen] Yes mom... I was gonna put it away...

[Doc] To be fair when Waffles head bumps it can knock you over if you aren't expecting it.

[Deer] - Then perhaps Waffles should be in another room when this goes on as well

[Yaunfen] Yes mom. But.... it is kinda neat isn't it?

[Doc] Is mouthing- I think it's a red-eye!

[Deer] - Uh... At the moment? Yes, later? I'm not so sure. This may end up getting really big

[Baby] Hungry squeak!

[Yaunfen] What do we feed it?

[Deer] - It's teeth suggest meat...

[Doc] But it's from the candy seed right? Sort of? It looks weird, Like.... not scaly.

[Deer] - Yaunfen, why don't you go find some meat for it while Mada and I build an enclosure

[Yaunfen] Candy meat or meat meat?

[Deer] - Candy

[Waffles] Busks Deerheart-

[Yaunfen] Yes mom! - Dashes off again-

[Doc] Well.... they've inherited a few things...

[Deer] - From which one of us?

[Doc] Both. In this case; my reckless curiousity, and your clumsiness.

[Baby] Wiggling limbs and tail moving around a bit too-

[Deer] Gives Doc a disapproving look- Enclosure building, now

[Doc] Yes dear. How about the playroom for the moment? Unless you want to call Cp. He kind of specializes in cavernous builds.

[Deer] - Anything for now, and let's hope this doesn't grow quickly

[Doc] Come on then, Yaunfen is probably searching the kitchen anyway. We'll take the tunnel.

[Deer] Motions for Doc to lead the way while she holds the squirming baby-

[Baby] Nips at her fingers in annoyance, it reaaaalllly wants down.

[Deer] - We should hurry

[Doc] Leads into the kitchen where Yaunfen is digging-

[Yaunfen] I got chocolate chickens?

[Doc] Lets get it in the pen first - heads down the tunnel-

[Deer] - Ow ow ow

[Doc] Runs ahead and starts dropping metal grate fences two high at the entrance to the room - Shame to ruin the vines, but better safe then sorry-

[Yaunfen] Shuts the door behind them -

[Waffles] Rolls on the carpet-

[Deer] - Is it safe?

[Doc] Yeah, put em down. They're small, they can't get too far.

[Deer] Leans over and lets it go-

[Baby] Makes a break for it to get away from Deerheart. It takes a few steps before getting distracted by the soft floor and kicking at the wool blocks in curiousity.

[Yaunfen] It digs like a chicken! - They put the chocolate chicken flesh on the floor.

[Doc] I read somewhere that dinosaurs are related.

[Deer] - I think this one will be a project for the whole family...

[Baby] Leaps on the food and rips it apart with it's jaws -

[Yaunfen] WHOAH.

[Doc] Yeaaah.

[Deer] - Let's leave it to get settled

[Yaunfen] Mom?

[Deer] - Yes?

[Yaunfen] Thinks deeply for a moment. - Can we name them Fru?

[Doc] Shrugs-

[Deer] - Sure, why not

[Fru] Very tiny little roar.

[Deer] - Come on, I need to tend to my fingers. Fru has very sharp teeth

[Yaunfen] Sorry mom.

[Doc] I'll get you some of the cooling slime - Leads her outside - Please be careful Yaunfen.

[Yaunfen] Yes mada.

[Deer] - And perhaps slow down on the number of pets your getting

[Yaunfen] Nods as Deerheart is led away-

[Doc] Hugs her shoulder- Things could be worse I suppose.

[Deer] - True, but I think I'll be a bit relieved if they ever end up with a more normal pet, Plus things are going to get very busy soon with everyone helping with Lie's baby...

[Doc] I was going to say worse like you driving me to make cheese day and night in an insatible cycle of smelliness.

[Deer] - Oh gods, never!

[Doc] Helps her inside and to a trunk in the breakroom facing the map. They pull out a big jar of healing/cooling slime and open it - Just stick your hands in it. They really tore you up, my poor Deerheart. -Kisses her forehead-

[Deer] Slips her hands in, sighing in relief-

[Doc] Sits down next to her- Soooo... how was your day?

[Yster] Sighs as they row the little boat back to shore- I guess we should be getting back.....

[Locklear] - Well, I wouldn't want you to miss your boss' reaction to finding that one mob fixed

[Yster] Yeah, I had fun though. A working holiday. Shall we head out through the office and take a walk home?

[Locklear] - That sounds lovely

[Yster] -in chat- Is there anyone near the bar who can make a portal irl?

[BEN] - Yeah? I'm at the library?

[Yster] Heads up the hill and motions Locklear to follow-

[BEN] Is floating around trying to find some appropriate books for Hyrule-

[Locklear] Whispering to Yster- I will completely understand if you wish to burn some candles when we get home

[Yster] I think it'll be okay.

[Locklear] - You never lived with him

[Yster] Any chance you can let us out in the Mojang office? I have some news for Jeb before I go home. He tends to work late.

[BEN] - Sure, whatever. Hey Locklear- He creates an opening

[Locklear] - BENJAMIN

[Yster] Gives him a polite nod - Thank you. Hope your family is well.

[BEN] - Yeah, Hyrules learning fast, still not much of a talker though

[Yster] He's playing the silent protagonist I guess. If he's reading that's good at least. And he might suprise you later. Kids are funny like that.

[Locklear] - Yes well we should be going, it can't be good to leave these portals open for to long

[Yster] Passes through with a friendly wave for BEN. -

- /Player Yster and player Locklear have left the server/ -

-Little bit of time passes. -

[Notch] Knocks on Lie's door. -

[CN] Answers the door- Hello?

[Notch] Is trying not to smile and holding his phone in one hand. - I answered the phone but the call is for Cp. Is he around?

[CN] - I think he's making some food for Lie... And me- Steps aside so Notch can pass

[Notch] Thank you. - He walks into the kitchen - Cp? Phone call for you. - holds out the phone-

[CP] - About what!?- There's a slight burning smell coming from the furnace in front of him

[Notch] He wants me to give you the phone so you can talk privately, for some fucking reason.

[CP] Sighs in irritation and takes the phone- Fucking Nether what the fuck do you want?

[Notch] A bit too loud- I'm leaving? You happy now? - Goes back out of the room-

[Jeb] Hey.... is this a bad time?

[CP] - What the fuck do you want?

[Jeb] I saw what you did on the phantom coding, it's really something else entirely. Genius really.

[CP] - Is there a point to this?

[Jeb] I was wondering if you'd kinda... maybe... do you want a job?!?

[CP] - No

[Jeb] But you'd have extra money, for the baby and stuff? And you'd have a say in the updates!

[CP] - I already have plenty of money, Slender is fucking loaded and I have his card. And now that you know I can come out there and personally threaten you I doubt you'll do anything that would piss us off

[Jeb] It has nothing to do with pissing you off! You'd have input when we discuss future features. And we have this codename Markus and I used to use for when it was just the two of us and we wanted to make the company look bigger. You could be Junkboy, and take credit for everything we've done in the past under that name as well as whatever you come up with in the future.

[CP] - No... Shit!- There is now black smoke coming out of the furnace and CP lunges to pull the food out

[Jeb] I could... add you in on the next bunch of patch notes. I'm sure the community would go crazy on the internet....

[CP] - Oh joy, then we'd have a bunch of summoners going off everywhere

[Jeb] I'm just throwing out ideas! Isn't there anything I could offer you? We'd been working on some of those coding problems all week!

[CP] - Nope

[Jeb] Arrrrrrrrgh. But wait.... don't you want the summoners to go off?

[CP] - I'm going to be busy, I won't want that sort of distraction

[Jeb] But... Cp!

[CP] Is walking now and see's Notch and just throws the phone at his father and goes back to trying to make dinner-

[Notch] Is bonked in the head with the phone and the chain chomp steals it and bounces away before he can fully recover- Hey!

-Late that night-

[Zeke] Is laying in bed with Arden, it's very quiet and both of them are dozing comfortably.

[Arden] Opens one eye - So... when were you going to tell me?

[Zeke] That I'm a giant tentacle monster? I wasn't sure when would be a good time to bring that up in casual conversation. - He hesitates - Does it... bother you?

[Areden] I don't know... I'm still in love with you though. But I don't think I'm ready to make love... like that... just yet. I mean, if it's even possible. You won't like, lay eggs in my chest or something right?

[Zeke] I would never! -pauses- And who says I lay eggs??? That's not true at all!

-There's a bit of a rumble as it starts to storm outside. The crashes of thunder can be heard even in the bowels of the castle-

[Steve] Looks up from his spot in the warm bath- Sounds like tomorrow will be a good day to stay home huh?

[TLOT] Blinks sleeply from his own spot in the lava tub. He's leaning on the railing and his eyes slide open slow like a cat. He's feeling the changes in the air, both real and psychic. - We may not have a choice... I think, it's almost time.

[Steve] Really??? Now I'm excited.

[TLOT] This will be... interesting.

[Yaunfen] Pads up into Doc and Deerheart's room- mada... mom? I know I'm too old for this... but...

[Doc] Wakes up - Are you okay?

[Yaunfen] I had a bad dream.

[Deer] - Oh sweetheart, come here

[Yaunfen] Crawls gratefully into the bed and snuggles down-

[Doc] Wraps hir robe a bit closer and snuggles them both as the rain pours down on the skylight above.

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[EAlex] Is playing solitare on Licht's computer [literally moving the cards around] - Hey Licht... Licht?

[Licht] - Yeah?

[EAlex] When do you think we'll have time to visit the server again?

[Licht] - Do you want to? I do have Doc's number

[EAlex] We should go... not just yet, but very soon.... I can feel... something odd happening.

[Polybius] Is rudely plugged into an internet jack while everyone else is eating dinner. He's basically just spaced out at the table next to Slenders left side. His screen flashing random colors as he daydreams.

[Sally] Is playing with her mashed potatoes, making mountains and valley's while the others at the table talk with each other-

[Slender] Is deep in conversation with Offender at the moment-

[Polybius] Tenses visibly as his conciousness picks up on something odd-

[Slender] - Polybius? Is everything alright?

[Polybius] Opens two eyes on his screen as the background fades to a half black and half white design. His eyes narrow in suspicion, and his gaze flicks to Offender- Hmm.... - He's obviously listening for something the others can't pick up on.

[Offender] - You pick up some good porn or something?

[Polybius] Feigns ignorance, but Offender picks up on the subtext. - Vibrations.... Probably Herobrine doing something stupid again.

[Offender] Chuckles-

[Slender] - Anything I may need to clean up?

[Polybius] Exchanges a look with Offender that speaks volumes- Oh no. It's his mess to deal with. I wouldn't worry about it...

[Slender] - Very well

[Sweet Alex] Knocks softly on Notch's door, it's pouring rain but she's carrying a shield over her head to funnel most of it off-

[Notch] Opens the door in just his pants, it's still dark outside- Alex! Come inside, you're gonna get soaked. What are you doing out here so late?

[Flux] Comes out of the bedroom to see what's going on- Alex?

[Sweet Alex] Hello Flux. I came to tell you something important...

[Flux] - What is it?

[Sweet Alex] I was so excited I couldn't sleep. I wanted to be here. Even if it meant getting rained on and running from mobs. Me and Croca have been meditating, you know, trying to get in tune with the server right?

[Flux] - Oh dear

[Notch] What are you saying Alex?

[Sweet Alex] Notch... it's time.

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a-panda-reads-act-omega · 8 years ago

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ACT OMEGA PART 11

THE 27/10/16 UPDATE

ABOUT DAMN TIME I GOT TO HERE AINT IT! Geez, I need to hurry up and get caught up to that new update so I have a good excuse for being lazy. ANyways, this should be the Calliope and Jane interaction. Also, am I the only one who thinks most people pronounce calliope weird? its always like, Call-e-ope-e or cal-i-ope, but I think it’s just Call-e-ope. I dunno, whatta you folks think?

blep

CALLIOPE: (oh!) CALLIOPE: (Um, hello again jane. ^u^)

Dammit she’s adorable.

JANE: (I’m sorry, am I interrupting anything?) JANE: (You seemed to be taking a pretty engrossed gander at that house door thing.) CALLIOPE: (oh no i was jUst admiring it. nothing important.) CALLIOPE: (although... i was doing a little thinking as well.) JANE: (Really? What about?) JANE: (If you don’t mind sharing, that is.) CALLIOPE: (not at all!) CALLIOPE: (well, the main sUbject of my thoUghts has jUst been shock for how i am even here for this moment.) CALLIOPE: (after it became clear that i was never meant to even play the game session i was a part of, despite my foolish hopes...) CALLIOPE: (i was certain that the Ultimate reward was forever oUtside my grasp.) CALLIOPE: (and yet, here i am!) CALLIOPE: (it almost feels like i’m cheating.) CALLIOPE: (i have hardly done anything deserving of any reward, let alone the Ultimate one. u-u;)

Aw, don’t be like that Calliope! You may not have played much of an active role in the story, but that doesn’t mean you weren’t 100% necessary! Honestly, where would the Alpha Kids be without you? I think you’ve earned this by enduring the bullshit you’re brother has put you through, and doing what was best for the completion of the game, and survival of your friends.

JANE: (That name really is a bit misleading, isn’t it?) JANE: (It seems so... grandiose.) JANE: (I’m not sure if I’m all that fond of it.) CALLIOPE: (really?) JANE: (Mhm.) JANE: (Especially considering, well...) JANE: (My behavior today hasn’t exactly been worthy of accolades either.) JANE: (In fact I think I may have done more harm than good for the majority of my session!) JANE: (Or maybe even further back than that!!) JANE: (I don’t mean to be insensitive when I say this, Callie, but...) JANE: (Throughout this entire mess, at least you have been innocent of any real wrongdoing.) JANE: (Which is more than can be said for me.)

AWGH, dont be like that JANE..... ALl these sad girls need to stop worrying about WORTH n shit. You all played your role dammit.

CALLIOPE: (oh...) CALLIOPE: (yoU’re referring to the things yoU mentioned in yoUr story?) JANE: (I killed my best friend.) JANE: (And out of such petty jealousy!) JANE: (I might be able to foist blame upon the Batterwitch, for manipulating me into hurting my friends.) JANE: (But she was only able to do that because they were already inclinations I had, deep down!) JANE: (Couldn’t I have resisted more?) JANE: (What does that say about me?)

JANEY

SHUt UR MOUTH

iT says youre a human with human emotions.

CALLIOPE: (but roxy is here! she’s fine!)

DAYum RIGHT roxy is fiiiiiine

CALLIOPE: (she may be a slightly different version of roxy than the one yoU knew, bUt certainly that is better than losing her forever, isn’t it?) CALLIOPE: (living in a world withoUt roxy in it...) CALLIOPE: (that woUld sUrely be a terrible fate!)

Yes it would. Because youUUU LOOOOOOOOOOOOVE HEEEEERRRR

JANE: (Oh certainly!) JANE: (You have no idea how relieved I am that despite my horrific deeds, I still have the people that matter most to me in my life.) JANE: (Including my dad!!) JANE: (I’ve missed him so much.) JANE: (I’m almost afraid to ask if he knows about what I did...) JANE: (And if not, would I ever be able to tell him?) JANE: (He’d be so ashamed of me.)

Pretty sure his only emotion is proud. BUT COME ON JANE, youre worrying about the wrong shit. these people, im tellin ya. they never wanna let go of the paST.

CALLIOPE: (jane, i am not very familiar with the concepts of fathers and families.) CALLIOPE: (these are very hUman things which, despite my preoccUpations, are still qUite foreign. u-u;) CALLIOPE: (bUt i think i may be learning slowly by seeing how all of yoU are immediately drawn to each other.) CALLIOPE: (and from what i have learned, i don’t think yoU need to worry, jane.) CALLIOPE: (we are all just glad that yoU are here, i am certain of it!) JANE: (... Thank you, Callie.) JANE: (The same goes for you, you know!) CALLIOPE: (oh yes! I really am qUite happy to be here and not dead!) CALLIOPE: (i jUst wish that i coUld have been a little more UsefUl...) CALLIOPE: (perhaps if i had managed to contribUte at least a little more, i woUld not feel qUite so oUt of place.) JANE: (It’s alright to feel a tad ill at ease.) JANE: (Nobody expects you to be immediately hunky dory with all of this buddy chummy hullabaloo.)

Hah. No comment, other than that I love this line. This interaction is sweet.

JANE: (In fact I’m certain not even all us humans are on the same page.) JANE: (So your discomfort, in a way, is a very good indication that you fit right in.)

no kidding. Is there anybody here who feels comfortable? Maybe Rose and Jade.

CALLIOPE: (thank yoU jane. that sentiment really means a lot. ^u^) CALLIOPE: (bUt i mUst admit that it is a little odd to think of myself in sUch a way.) CALLIOPE: (i have always been an oUtsider looking in. never trUly part of anything larger than myself.) CALLIOPE: (thinking aboUt parents and siblings, well.) CALLIOPE: (my only experience with anything of the sort was my brother.)

OH, that actually reminds me of the lil fucker. Where IS caliborn? he defeated his denizen and did a thing with the clock. SOoo, what’s his gameplan now?

JANE: (Oh, yeah. THAT jerk.) JANE: (Do you really need to think about him any more, Callie?) JANE: (I know I will be perfectly happy to never deal with him and his sordid affairs ever again!!) CALLIOPE: (it’s not a particUlarly happy thing to ponder, no.) CALLIOPE: (bUt nonetheless it’s what i have.) CALLIOPE: (and despite how awfUl it may have been, i think it warrants reflection.) CALLIOPE: (there is something aboUt oUr shared experience growing Up that makes me feel... connected to him, still.) CALLIOPE: (i wonder if maybe that connection is at all what family is like.)

I think that connection is what sharing a body for most of your life is like. Thouuugh... They hated each other, sure. But they probably relied on each other for everything as well. So perhaps that could build up a sort of familial attachment.

JANE: (I don’t really know, Calliope. I’m hardly an expert on the subject.) JANE: (But from what I understand, family is really quite a multifaceted thing.) JANE: (And the sort of connection you’re describing could certainly be part of it, I think.) JANE: (Some might say you cannot choose your family, and that they are an important part of who you are no matter what.) JANE: (For better or for worse.)

I mean, I agree with that to some extent. But really it depends on what kinda “family” you’re talking about. Blood, or bonds.

CALLIOPE: (hmmm...)

Ooh, that’s a pretty good panel. Also, his godtier makes me think....... It’s kinda funny how sburb identified calliope and caliborn as two seperate entities, giving them two different godtiers. would it have been like that even if neither have them had taken control?? Bluh, im sure it wont matter.

CALLIOPE: (that may be trUe.) CALLIOPE: (however...) CALLIOPE: (i do feel like whatever relationship we had was not trUly any sort of familial bond.) CALLIOPE: (at least not like anything i have seen thUs far in hUmans.) CALLIOPE: (we called each other siblings oUt of convenience, bUt in reality, we were competitors in a game larger than even that which spawns Universes.) CALLIOPE: (technically, i was the loser in the race to predominate and participate in oUr session.) CALLIOPE: (but in that yet larger game...) CALLIOPE: (which i think one might call the game of life.)

You mean...

obvious joke im sorry.

CALLIOPE: (it seems like i might be the winner.) CALLIOPE: (i think maybe, given that, i am beginning to Understand what my alternate self meant when she told me to "live"...) CALLIOPE: (becaUse we both know my brother well. and it seems there is no version of him that will ever be able to finish his childish games.) CALLIOPE: (he will stay the way he is forever, never able to move on and jUst live. never knowing that sUch a path, which he views with sUch disdain, is likely far more rewarding!)

Yeah, he doesn’t seem like one to settle down and have a good ol’ time relaxing with friends and family.

JANE: (Callie, that’s it!!)

CALLIOPE: (hUh??)

JANE: (That’s why it’s called the ultimate reward!) JANE: (We don’t have to play this drab old game anymore.) JANE: (This is our ticket to move on to the much bigger adventure awaiting us.) JANE: (Letting go of the past and learning from it...) JANE: (Puzzling out what it means to have a family.) JANE: (All of that. Living life to the fullest.) JANE: (That’s the ultimate reward!)

You know, that does seem likely. THAT’S probably definitely it. I mean, it’s fitting. the whole GOAL is to get out of this fucking game and live a new life mature in your new universe.

CALLIOPE: (i think yoU’re right, jane!) CALLIOPE: (we jUst stUmbled Upon that realization qUite accidentally, didn’t we?) JANE: (Actually, Callie. I think it might be because you are just that clever and insightful.) CALLIOPE: (oh, shUcks... u^u;) JANE: (You are definitely a winner in my book. And I’m glad you might be a winner in yours, too.) CALLIOPE: (i am certainly getting there.) CALLIOPE: (maybe someday soon i will be able to more fUlly come to terms with all this.) CALLIOPE: (bUt... there’s no rUsh, right?) CALLIOPE: (so long as we are looking forward, instead of back.) JANE: (That’s the ticket!) JANE: (Cheers, to winning!) CALLIOPE: (to winning! ^u^)

Daw, you two. Well, it seems like they had a positive resolution! They’ve discovered what the ultimate reward is! And Callies gona get all good at accepting herself as a big WINNER. HOOray! Im guessing they’ll be moving onto the next pair now, which should be Karkat and Dave.

Yup, character select screen. TO THE DAVEKAT GAYS!

Karkat’s anxious, Dave’s like come on man we fuckin won dont be anxious.

DAVE: (dude) DAVE: (relax)

KNew it.

DAVE: (i can practically hear you thinking yourself into another shitfit) DAVE: (john looks about ready to twist the shit out of that magic doorknob) DAVE: (i thought youd be relieved or something) KARKAT: (I CAN’T HELP IT.) KARKAT: (I’M NERVOUS, OK?) KARKAT: (LAST TIME I WAS IN THIS POSITION, IT DIDN’T TURN OUT SO WELL.)

OH what could you mean by that? it wasnt so bad. A devil dog appeared slaughtered the fuck out of a door, traveled across your world and destroyed your planets, then murdered all of your dream selves.

KARKAT: (AND I CAN’T HELP BUT FEEL LIKE WE’RE FORGETTING SOMETHING IMPORTANT.) KARKAT: (MAYBE SEVERAL SOMETHINGS.) KARKAT: (LIKE...) KARKAT: (WHERE THE FUCK IS GAMZEE?) KARKAT: (VRISKA JUST SHOVED HIM IN THAT HUNGER TRUNK WHEN SHE REALIZED WE WERE ABOUT TO SHOW UP, AND THEN KEPT HIM THERE SO HE WOULDN’T "CAUSE TROUBLE”.) KARKAT: (BUT I GUESS HE JUST WENT ON AN INTERPLANETARY ADVENTURE! WHERE COULD HE BE? HAS HE BROKEN OUT YET? WHO THE FUCK KNOWS!)

NOpe, he’s still very much trapped in the fridge.

DAVE: (yeah that is uh) DAVE: (actually kind of concerning) KARKAT: (YOU THINK?!) KARKAT: (AND WHAT ABOUT THE MAYOR? AND THE SPRITES, WHERE DID THEY FUCK OFF TO?) DAVE: (look man well figure it out alright) DAVE: (were not just gonna up and leave without everyone accounted for) DAVE: (like seriously how could we ever abandon the mayor) DAVE: (were going back for him thats not even up for debate) KARKAT: (THANK GOD AT LEAST SOMEONE AROUND HERE HAS THEIR PRIORITIES STRAIGHT.)

FInally, some people who are worrying about the RIGHT things. I mean, jeeez. all these people worrying about their pasts and worth, when they need to be prepared to face a more dangerous threat if one comes. ANYWAys

Thats all for this update. Hope my content was enough to satisfy you... 8 followers?? Jeez. Boy am i POPUlAR.

Seriously though, I dont know if its just because im starting out, but every follower is feeling like a big deal. Sooo... thanks to you who are following me.

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Mar 27 Hospital Movie Night - Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon

Good news: Prowl has been repaired—no more farting all his thoughts everywhere. Bad news: the sedative hasn’t worn off and he’s still a little loopy. Words are strange and occasionally fun to repeat. There’s a blep.

NoodlesAtNight: ((where would you like it set, i have no pref)) Shockbox: (( Hello noodle friend, and the law.)) NoodlesAtNight: ((hiya!)) Shockbox: (( Been a while. But I am still alive.)) Shockbox: (( Ah, are we watching this at Dancitron?)) Prowl: ((wherever you prefer)) NoodlesAtNight: ((then i'm gonna be selfish one more time on behalf of muse and say random hospital space)) NoodlesAtNight: *So in that case, Soundwave's fussing over getting things positioned just right. Nobody wants to be unable to hear the audio.* Airachnid: sorry computer is acting up)) NoodlesAtNight: ((no problem)) Shockbox: *Shockwave enters the medical facility once again, and observes Soundwave fiddling with some equipment. He takes the same seat he took last time.* Airachnid: [is going to sneak in quietly and take a seat in the back] NoodlesAtNight: *Small feeler wave at them both.* Shockbox: *A small nod back as he leans back into his chair.* Pipes: ((aight rabbit... let's see how good you'll be oday)) Shockbox: *Work has been physically taxing, as of late. He appreciates the chance to sit.* Chaoit: -is on time for once- NoodlesAtNight: *Nods at Whirl and Blaster and takes his seat. Four minutes.* Chaoit: -waves back- Prowl: *prowl's coming in style today. ... if "riding a hover-wheelchair" counts as "in style." Hook's accompanying him and the patch over his right optic has been replaced with a larger one. he looks slightly out of it. but, he's here!* NoodlesAtNight: *Soundwave nods to both Prowl - oh good, they've got the optic fixed in time for that baseball game - and Hook, who is also welcome to stay.* Pipes: ((if this is in the hospitl there's really no point in my bringin whirl, SO PIPES IT IS)) Pipes: ((...except it won't let me change me name)) Chaoit: -At least Prowl's recovering?- NoodlesAtNight: [[He is told this has humans defying physics, a jade turbofox, and intrigue. We will see.]] Prowl: *hook kicks a chair out of the way to park prowl next to soundwave, then sits on his other side.* Hook: Prowl's just outta surgery, so nobody go stressin' him. NoodlesAtNight: ((Pipes then!)) NoodlesAtNight: *Soundwave nods at Hook again.* [[Understood.]] Chaoit: Got it. Prowl: Hook: ... Physics-defyin' might stress him. *prowl waves a hand vaguely at hook and mumbles about fantasy* Pipes: ((welp if it will ot change just know... this be Pipes)) Prowl: ((o7)) Airachnid: [she's going to watch Prowl for a moment] Shockbox: *So the Autobot returns...and appears to be less verbal this time. Shockbox is quietly thankful for this.* Pipes: *scuttles inn glances at the screen, and then attempts to find a seat discreetly* Pipes: *near Prowl, if it is available, of course* Prowl: *the seats on either side of prowl are taken, but pipes can sit in front. prowl mumbles a greeting* Pipes: *waves* Hey, Prowl! You doing okay? *he will take a seat elsewhere, then* Pipes: ((i'll be a bit back and forth i gotta make my dinner)) Prowl: M'fine. Ish. Head's fuzzy. Prowl: Hook: Jus' the sedative wearin' off. *leans over to pat Prowl's shoulder.* NoodlesAtNight: @Shockwave: [[You seem to value the chance to sit.]] Pipes: Are y--oh! Okay. Thanks for the heads-up. Chaoit: ...straight talking? Pipes: I hope you feel better soon, Prowl. NoodlesAtNight: [[Straight talking. Frank speech. Open honestness.]] Shockbox: @Soundwave: I do. It has admittedly been a while since I have had a moment to relax my joints. Prowl: Mm. Yeah. Same. Chaoit: Yeah, but what did he mean that about those two? Prowl: *slllooowwly leans over onto soundwave. and sllliiides an arm around his.* Shockbox: *Wow Prowl. Quite the smooth operator you are.* NoodlesAtNight: [[They like each other and will not say so. He wishes it to be otherwise.]] Chaoit: Oh. Prowl: *as smoothed as a drugged brain surgery patient can be* Chaoit: Really? NoodlesAtNight: *Soundwave glances at Hook while adjusting to make sure Prowl doesn't overbalance his chair. This is okay?* NoodlesAtNight: @Shockwave: [[May he ask why?]] Prowl: *hook leans over to grab at prowl in case he's falling over—but no. no. he seems okay. all the same, hook's keeping a tight grip on his arm rest.* NoodlesAtNight: [[So the older human says. We will see if he is right.]] Chaoit: -Prowl? Are you...okay?- Prowl: Mmno. M'drugged. Prowl: Hook: Like I said. Sedative. It'll wear off soon enough. NoodlesAtNight: *Soundwave spots an unfamiliar bot. He nods, and lets Buzzsaw off to keep an eye on them.* Pipes: ((okay baxk for real real. which one of y'all wants to be the person who gets Pipesenated. He's gonna sit with one of u clowns)) Chaoit: He...well, okay then Shockbox: @Soundwave: Hm. My liege has made a particularly tall order, and requires this most recent project to be finished within an Earthen 'month'. I have been preoccupied with that as well as ensuring that I complete enough to make room in my schedule for these gatherings. NoodlesAtNight: ((wb snif. may i suggest the newbie?)) Prowl: ... Oh no. Think they—messed up my—trajectory-track... brain... thing. NoodlesAtNight: *Quietly alarmed buzz.* (txt): Why? Chaoit: !! Prowl: Hook: Naw. S'just the movie. Fantasy, remember? Pipes: *also looks over in silent concern* Prowl: ..................... Right. Pipes: Oh, yeah--yeah, if that's throwing you off, it's just because of their cinematography. Chaoit: -phew- Airachnid: Yes yes, it is very interesting. NoodlesAtNight: @Shockwave: [[Interesting. And the purpose of this project?]] Chaoit: in which prowl scares almost the entire room)) Prowl: ((prowl scared HIMSELF)) Chaoit: ((even BETTER)) Chaoit: She lost the sword.... Airachnid: How unfortunate. Shockbox: @Soundwave: Classified. I assure you, these matters are of little concern to the rest of the multiverse. NoodlesAtNight: @Shockwave: [[Of course. He was merely curious.]] Xx_Killstreak_xX: *Comfortably perched on a rafter above, taloned pedes clasped tightly onto the metal beam to help keep his crouched form secure* Shockbox: *As is to be expected, from a Soundwave. Shockbox pings back acknowledgement.* Prowl: ... Tha'swhy I'm bad at punching and handwriting. Xx_Killstreak_xX: -secure.* Pipes: Whatcha mean? Prowl: *gestures at movie* Said it is in the wrist. Got not good wrists. Cold. NoodlesAtNight: *Lifts his free arm.* [[No wrist at all.]] *Amused.* Pipes: Oh! Well. I feel you there. Pipes: ((rabbit is absolutely never gonna let me change this. this horrible pipes and whirl amalgam. Whipes)) NoodlesAtNight: *As long as the Seeker does not start shredding up the rafter like some sort of bird* Prowl: What is your handwriting good? Pipes: *was..... that directed at SW or Pipes or both... or* Prowl: *grammar's not 100% back* Prowl: *It Is A Mystery.mp3* Airachnid: Well, I have wrists that work well, and my handwriting is immaculate. Pipes: *will tentatively answer* No... it's legible. That's the best I can say for it. Chaoit: ...maybe it only applies to humans? NoodlesAtNight: [[You keep that in common with your late alternate, Airachnid.]] Airachnid: At some decent things I share with my alternate. At least I didn't share her demise. Pipes: *he knows your feel Airachnid* Pipes: *though he's just mostly sad about that whole disaster* Prowl: *paps Soundwave's arm* Your handwriting? Xx_Killstreak_xX: *Watches on with quiet interest, long elf like audio receptors perked forward.* NoodlesAtNight: *Looks over. Oh, his?* Airachnid: [she doesn't care about her alternate] NoodlesAtNight: [[He prefers to type. It is more legible when Rumble and Frenzy are docked... but he can keep it neat, if plain, if he is slow. His feelers will hold the instrument in an emergency.]] Chaoit: -snorts- The frozen guy is bad with fighting. Pipes: *Pipes does, but he is... different from you in a lot of ways, Airachnid* Prowl: Yes. I write... *hold on. hold on. he'll find the word.* blockfully, when slow. NoodlesAtNight: *Ah. Perhaps not the best death to show under the circumstances.* Pipes: Oh. Ouch. Chaoit: ... Xx_Killstreak_xX: ..... Chaoit: -no, not the best- Prowl: *prowl didn't process it.* Airachnid: [she was watching him to see his reaction, she is disappointed] Chaoit: .... NoodlesAtNight: [[Clever human.]] Chaoit: Quick reflexes for being 'untrained' Prowl: ... Soundwaves. *points at the movie* When did they switch to Polish? I don't process Polish right now. NoodlesAtNight: *Doesn't correct his name. Prowl can't help that right now.* [[They are not speaking Polish. Are your audio settings correct?]] Chaoit: He's playing with her Prowl: *baffled blink. ... and another baffled blink.* It's not? Chaoit: Or teaching? Airachnid: Possibly both. NoodlesAtNight: [[Both, he thinks, Blaster.]] NoodlesAtNight: [[No. The audio is in English.]] Chaoit: Most likely Xx_Killstreak_xX: *Glances down at Prowl from his rafter perch with a confused tilt of his helm.* Prowl: No. I process English. Xx_Killstreak_xX: -of his helm.* NoodlesAtNight: [[You are still hearing it?]] *Pings Hook. Is this a side effect?* Pipes: Um... *looks to Hook* Is that normal? Pipes: ((PFF)) Airachnid: [she's just going to chuckle to herself] Prowl: *hooks got a... slightly puzzled look on his face.* Hook: Usually it's the uh... higher-level stuff that comes back last. Like common sense. Chillsins: *Arrives fashionably late.* NoodlesAtNight: *Nods at Windchill* Pipes: *waves at Windchill!* Pipes: So is this... should we take him to go see someone? Is he gonna be okay...? Prowl: Hook: But boss is kinda unique. Maybe that includes languages for him? Xx_Killstreak_xX: *Looks at the new arrival quietly before turning his attention back to a confused Prowl.* Prowl: *grumble grumble* Words are hard. Chillsins: *Waves at the room in general, if he looks more bleary-eyed than usual just ignore it.* NoodlesAtNight: *Will provide a summary of what has passed and ever so slightly delayed dialogue then.* Prowl: Hook: Yeah boss. I know. *pats his leg* Don't think it'll be a problem unless it continues after the sedative finishes wearing off. Pipes: *nods* All right... Airachnid: Sedatives certainly are... something. Xx_Killstreak_xX: *Nods in agreement with Airachnid.* Pipes: It seems pretty odd, yeah. I don't speak from experience, though... *shrugs* Chillsins: *He'll sit down near the back of the room, you're welcome.* Pipes: I can't actually have 'em. Chillsins: Gotta sit on the floor, with the rest of the filth. NoodlesAtNight: [[Why is that?]] Chillsins: *Seems interested in the horses at least.* NoodlesAtNight: [[Do not be ridiculous. You are not restricted to the floor.]] Prowl: Filth. Chaoit: Oh dear Prowl: Fiilth. Airachnid: Likewise... [doesn't know Pipe's designation but shares that too] Chillsins: *Ears perk up at the word 'filth'* Pipes: My fuel system. I've got a small tank but I was built to travel long distances, so in order for that to work, the whole system's extremely efficient. Xx_Killstreak_xX: *Jumps in surprise from the sudden human war cries.* Prowl: Ffffilthhhff. Pipes: So, chemicals like that either don't w-... *watches Prowl for a moment* NoodlesAtNight: *Glances between Pipes and Airachnid, then looks at Prowl again* Pipes: Either don't work or make me crash. But, hey, on the plus side, I couldn't get addicted to circuit speeders, ever. Chillsins: *Well if Prowl's gonna make weird sounds then he is too.* Airachnid: [she's going to chuckle at what Prowl is doing] Pipes: *looks to Airachnid* Oh? Chaoit: ....crazy girl Chillsins: PBBBBBBBBBBBBT. NoodlesAtNight: *Quietly amused huff. Poor Prowl. He knows what playing with words is like after surgery.* NoodlesAtNight: [[And you, Airachnid? Your systems are like PIpes'?]] Prowl: Ffffffllthb. *blep.* NoodlesAtNight: *...maybe captures that* Airachnid: Somewhat. But my systems do not handle it well, so I do not take them. I merely disable the pain sensors and hope for the best. NoodlesAtNight: *What a fighter, this human.* Prowl: *cannot unblep* Chillsins: *Raises brows* Chaoit: ....a comb NoodlesAtNight: *Will carefully hover a feeler in front of Prowl's mouth to hide that.* Chaoit: She...is...persistent NoodlesAtNight: [[It is an admirable trait.]] Chillsins: Her clothes are dirty now. Pipes: So, question--how well can YOU handle high grade? Are you a lightweight, or can you drink anyone under the table? Chaoit: True, but look at the trouble she just got herself into Xx_Killstreak_xX: *Is confused by the way the two humans interact.* NoodlesAtNight: ((lbr this is whirl's idea of a good romance)) Prowl: *... kisslicks it. or squishes his face against it.* Chaoit: Does she even know the way back to her mother? Pipes: ((PFF)) Pipes: ((MEET ME IN THE DESERT FOR AN ASS WHOOPIN)) Airachnid: I do not handle it very well, I am described as a lightweight yes. NoodlesAtNight: *Soundwave abruptly sits up vERY STRAIGHT* Pipes: That's interesting! It's the opposite, for me. Pipes: *a bit proudly* I can probably out-drink everyone in the room. Well... *looks over* May not my pal Windchill over there. Chaoit: ....? Xx_Killstreak_xX: *The masked seeker glances down at the TIC with an air of amusement.* Prowl: *loSES HIS GRIP. hook leans over and snatches him back upright.* Chillsins: *Peers at Pipes out of the corner of his EYEBALL.* Xx_Killstreak_xX: -amusement.* NoodlesAtNight: *Alarmed!!!! Thanks Hook and uses the feeler to help readjust Prowl. Did not mean to do that.* Chillsins: I concede. Pipes: Unless you're secretly a lightweight, too? Pipes: Well, hey! Looks like I win by forfeit! Prowl: *a baffled and startled blep* Airachnid: I never liked the taste and the idea of drinking high grade anyhow, so I am not missing out on much. Chaoit: ...wow Chillsins: *nods. That's not even a contest he wants to win.* NoodlesAtNight: *Will just... keep this feeler around him for stability and resume hiding the blep. Even if that means getting licked again.* Chaoit: ....it all looks the same... Chillsins: *And wise people DEFINITELY don't want him to compete.* NoodlesAtNight: [[He does not drink high grade either.]] Chaoit: that poor horse)) Prowl: *considers it* NoodlesAtNight: [[Humans do not have GPS systems. She will become lost.]] Chaoit: She did. Chillsins: Deja vu, much? Chillsins: *He's pretty sure he just saw this happen* Prowl: *something tells him face squishing the noodle has a 100% probability of making him fall over again. maybe not.* Xx_Killstreak_xX: *Let's out a confused click as he turned his attention back to the human made Xx_Killstreak_xX: video feed.* Chaoit: -okay it is more entertaining to watch Prowl than the movie right now- Pipes: *sighs* And this is going to be the romance, isn't it? Pipes: I'm not liking it. Prowl: *hook reaches over and gently pushes prowl's tongue back in his mouth* Chillsins: I have no idea what's going on. No comment. Airachnid: [she's watching Prowl more than the movie] NoodlesAtNight: *Appreciated. There are things he doesn't think it's his place to do.* Pipes: He led a band of raiders to attack the caravan she was traveling in. Chillsins: *Immediately looks irritated* Pipes: If I'm not mistaken, people got killed. People she knew. And she chased him to get her comb back. Pipes: And somehow *waves a hand at the screen irritably* Their antagonism is romance. NoodlesAtNight: *And he's not terribly interested in this on-screen romance either. He is, however, interested in whether she'll get that comb back.* Chaoit: -just thinks this is amusing to watch- Chillsins: To be fair, if somebody stole my shit I might try to kill them too. Pipes: I mean, I hate to be hyper-critical but surely a decent, wholesome romance can't be THAT hard to write, right? Pipes: Exactly! I think she was well within her rights to chase him down. Prowl: Killing is mean. Airachnid: Yes. Mean. Pipes: Yep, it absolutely is. Chillsins: *nods* Chaoit: Yeah Prowl: ... Mmmean. Chillsins: *He is mean though* Prowl: Meeeeeeeeeeeeeeen. Xx_Killstreak_xX: *Killstreak quietly moves, now hanging upside down from his rafter perch, a series of soft clicks escaping him.* Airachnid: [don't mind her, she's just going to laugh more loudly than she should] Chillsins: I suppose I've seen worse romances. Pipes: I've definitely seen better. Pipes: God only knows what his bandits did to her mother, in the meantime. This is dreadful. Chillsins: People bond over the weirdest things. Xx_Killstreak_xX: -clicks escaping him.* Prowl: Mnnn. Pipes: Okay, okay. I'll stop being such a downer. Chillsins: *Makes gagging sounds.* Chillsins: What the hell. Chaoit: Ew Xx_Killstreak_xX: *Covers his visor at the display of human affection.* Chillsins: Excuses... Chillsins: I don't see why people can't imagine love stories without needless suffering and drama. Chillsins: *points* Chillsins: Horse. Chillsins: *He's going to be distracted by horses now.* Prowl: *prowl replies, quite articulately and reasonably,* Mean. Chaoit: -sighs- NoodlesAtNight: [[Agreed.]] Chaoit: ...so, that was a no Xx_Killstreak_xX: *Uncovers his visor and continues to watch from his upside down position.* Prowl: *hook leans over and taps Prowl* Hook: Your grammar's regressin'. Think you could try sayin' a full sentence? Xx_Killstreak_xX: -upside down position.* Prowl: *gives hook as steady a look as he can manage, and says, with great dignity and certainty,* A full sentence. NoodlesAtNight: *Considers this.* Prowl: Hook: ... Yeah, I'll take that. Chillsins: *Applauds Prowl's efforts quietly, in the background.* NoodlesAtNight: [[Technically, a fragment, but following the rules.]] Chaoit: -snorting and trying to keep from laughing- Chillsins: That is way too many people to pack into one place. Chaoit: That...Prowl did do as asked. Chillsins: I don't even like looking at it. Xx_Killstreak_xX: *Trills in amusement at Windchill's statement, nodding in agreement.* Xx_Killstreak_xX: -agreement.* Prowl: This is an egregious violation of fire safety codes. Chillsins: Good job, they're clearing out. Chillsins: Nice stage names, boys. NoodlesAtNight: [[Destroying property as well.]] Chaoit: They're wrecking the place Chillsins: ...Lame. Chillsins: PFFFT. NoodlesAtNight: [[That looks like a lot of traces to him.]] Chillsins: *nods. His thoughts exactly* Xx_Killstreak_xX: -Decides to come down and join the others below, feeling a bit more comfortable being around them.* Xx_Killstreak_xX: -them.* Chillsins: I have to respect that level of buttkicking and destruction, but come on. NoodlesAtNight: *Nods to Killstreak.* Prowl: *baffled look* Prowl: *somebody just appeared out of nowhere* NoodlesAtNight: @Prowl: (txt): New mech hiding above until now. Xx_Killstreak_xX: *Greets the spymaster with a soft click, giving a slight bow of his helm, doing the same to Prowl before sitting comfortably on his knee plates.* Prowl: *baffled stare continues* Xx_Killstreak_xX: -knee plates.* NoodlesAtNight: *Pleased by the little bit of respect. Looks back to Prowl, curious.* [[Something is wrong?]] Prowl: *whispers* Where. Did. He. Come. From. Prowl: *look, he's remembered how to whisper* NoodlesAtNight: *Pleased! An improvement.* NoodlesAtNight: *Points to the perch spot on the ceiling with his free arm.* Prowl: *looks up. blinks.* Chillsins: *He's rooting for the older lady.* NoodlesAtNight: *As is he.* Prowl: *... blinks again.* Chaoit: -same- Xx_Killstreak_xX: *Looks up at Prowl from his position on the floor, tilting his helm at the mech before letting out a quiet croon of confusion.* NoodlesAtNight: [[They are no longer there. They have joined us.]] *lowers arm to point at Killstreak.* Prowl: *baffled look at the noise* NoodlesAtNight: ((that right there is my favorite bit of the entire movie. the one that's too heavy to lift.)) Chillsins: (( I IRL snorted )) Prowl: ((i liked it)) Pipes: ((if only i could have seen it :') hanks rabbit)) Chaoit: ((saaaaaame Xx_Killstreak_xX: //Pfft, do you even lift bra? XD// Chaoit: Idiot child Chillsins: I'm not entirely sure that's how physics work. Prowl: It is not. Prowl: It is very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very wrong. Chillsins: *Actually laughs at this NONSENSE.* Chillsins: I didn't know this was a comedy. Pipes: It is kind of... uh. Goofy looking. Airachnid: It is, but I feel like you have suspend your disbelief to enjoy this film. Xx_Killstreak_xX: *Watches the human made video feed in amusement.* Pipes: I'm just saying that they could have picked a better time to do this scene than a dramatic moment. Prowl: I suspend my disbelief every day of my life just to deal with all of you. Give me physics. Pipes: It kinda detracts from it. Chillsins: The more dramatic something gets the more hilarious. Chillsins: This is just making it that much better. Airachnid: But overall yes, it does seem rather silly. Xx_Killstreak_xX: *Covers his mask in an attempt to suppress his laughter at Prowl's statement.* Chillsins: gun fingers, my kinda guy. Chaoit: -siiiigh- crazy lady Shockbox: *He's honestly too tired to pick at the awful physics very much. himself.* Chillsins: Keep a firm grip on your sword at all times. Chillsins: Firmly grasp it. Shockbox: *It is fiction, just like most other human media, this is ridiculous.* NoodlesAtNight: [[It is only an external weapon.]] Chillsins: Get on your knees and grasp the sword. Chillsins: Firmly. NoodlesAtNight: *Suspects Windchill is being lewd* Chillsins: *He's always being lewd.* Xx_Killstreak_xX: Brrt!... *Static escapes his vocalizer at Windchill's words.* Chillsins: *Though he would agree that her internal weapons are pretty weak at this point.* NoodlesAtNight: *Then an outside one will do her little good.* Chillsins: *And yet, she won't let it go.* Prowl: *leans on soundwave's arm again* Chillsins: *Raises hand* Prowl: Snd. NoodlesAtNight: *Carefully supports/leans.* Chillsins: I want a version of this that's just the scenery. Chaoit: ... NoodlesAtNight: [[Snd...?]] NoodlesAtNight: [[A scenery version would be... interesting.]] Prowl: Snndwave. Airachnid: [chuckling at Prowl] NoodlesAtNight: [[Ah. Yes?]] Prowl: Yes. Chaoit: So, no romance, all tragedy NoodlesAtNight: *....This is not the ending he had hoped for.* NoodlesAtNight: [[You wished to say something?]] Airachnid: Good. Prowl: Yes. Chillsins: Have you ever seen Chinese cinema? NoodlesAtNight: [[What were you going to say?]] Chillsins: It's all like this. Prowl: Soundwave. Chaoit: Chinese cinema? Chaoit: I've seen...um...cartoons? Chaoit: And horror movies? Airachnid: I don't watch human cinema often, I'm rather busy. Chaoit: Things like that, so...no? Chillsins: Your surprise is warranted, then. Chillsins: Wowie. Chillsins: I... Pipes: Th-there she goes. Chillsins: She's gone. Pipes: Farewell, flying woman... Chillsins: Good riddance. Chaoit: ....um.... Airachnid: ...alright. Pipes: That was... unsatisfying. Pipes: But on the technical side, pretty impressive. NoodlesAtNight: @Prowl: (txt): Name only? Other sentences not intended? *He's not sure if Prowl was going to complain about the movie or just wanted his attention or what* Shockbox: *Seems satisfied, but doesn't seem to have been paying the film much attention either.* Prowl: Name only. NoodlesAtNight: [[A depressing ending.]] Shockbox: *It is nice to just sit down.* Chaoit: Right, okay then, that made no sense at the end NoodlesAtNight: *Nods to Prowl then. Coils the feeler a smidge tighter.* Pipes: Well I meant... all of it. All of it was kind of unsatisfying. Pipes: But maybe it's just not my kinda movie.! Chillsins: I thought the horses were satisfying. Chaoit: It was...interesting? Pipes: They were great horses. Prowl: I. Prowl: Did not understand a damn thing. Airachnid: Yes, it was... interesting. But that's abut it. NoodlesAtNight: *Soft huff* Pipes: Anyway, Prowl, I hope you feel better soon! *hops up* Xx_Killstreak_xX: *Lets out a confused trill at the movie's ending.* Pipes: I'll try and come visit you again in the next few days. Chillsins: I'm missing a lot of context. Maybe I'll watch the whole thing later. NoodlesAtNight: [[It -was- somewhat confusing.]] Prowl: Okay. Chillsins: (( I, too, will probably watch the whole thing later when I can actually hear it. )) Chaoit: I have no idea what to make of that movie Pipes: G'night everyone! Catch you later! Chaoit: G'night! Airachnid: Goodnight. NoodlesAtNight: [[Goodnight, Pipes.]] Chillsins: *Waves at Pipes.* Chillsins: *Bye bye!* NoodlesAtNight: ((yeah, i'm sorry it was so quiet?? it was louder when it wasn't played through rabbit....)) Xx_Killstreak_xX: *Chirps a farewell.* NoodlesAtNight: [[It was, if nothing else, visually interesting.]] Shockbox: *Ah, but now the film has ended...Shockbox gets up to leave. Unlike Pipes, he is not one to announce his departure.* NoodlesAtNight: *Shockwave gets a nod anyway* Shockbox: *He appreciates that, tired as he is.* Pipes: *waves to all who waved to him, and scuttles off* Shockbox: ((Goodnight.)) NoodlesAtNight: ((night)) Airachnid: [she's going to sneak off, until next time] NoodlesAtNight: *Goodnight, Miss Spide* NoodlesAtNight: *Looks at Hook* [[Should he rest now? He does not have your medical expertise.]] Prowl: ... Did I say anything about fluff? NoodlesAtNight: [[Fluff? No.]] Prowl: Hook: Doctors said he oughta stay awake until the sedative's out of his system. Chillsins: (( Rabbit likes to be weird with stream sounds. One time I watched a horror film and all we could hear was the rustling of cornfields, footsteps, dogs panting, etc. Dialogue and music was nigh absent. It was surreal. )) NoodlesAtNight: *Wants to ask why that was a question. NEEDS to ask why. Mustn't ask why.* Prowl: Good. I can think private thoughts again. NoodlesAtNight: ((Ooooh okay. If that ever happens that bad, y'all let me know, okay?)) Chaoit: ...... Prowl: ((interesting atmosphere for a horror tho)) Chillsins: (( I think we'll all know if it gets that bad. :') I'm just saying, sometimes it makes for QUITE AN EXPERIENCE... )) Chillsins: (( Exactly. We could only follow the plot through visual cues. )) NoodlesAtNight: ((a good point)) Xx_Killstreak_xX: *Brings his knees to his chest plates, wrapping his arms around them before laying his helm on top of them with a soft click.* NoodlesAtNight: [[Then he will stay here to assist with that.]] NoodlesAtNight: [[And you - new one. What is your designation and faction?]] Prowl: Why did you come out of the ceiling? NoodlesAtNight: [[And that.]] NoodlesAtNight: *In the meantime, he's going to test that private thought thing - safely, of course. He wants to make sure Prowl doesn't think a one-off is a full recovery of thought-filtering* Xx_Killstreak_xX: *Audio receptors perk forward at this before a very soft but raspy voice answered almost hesitantly.* Des-signation Killstreak...Decepticon Spy and Scout.....Reason for behaviour:...Uncomfortable in large groups... Chillsins: *Stretches all two of his legs in succession.* Xx_Killstreak_xX: -large groups... Chillsins: You and everyone else, new kid. Prowl: *very softly* bad. NoodlesAtNight: @Prowl: (txt): Safe filter confirmation test suggested. Question: Hook, Autobot? If yes, say 'true'. If no, think word 'Decepticon' without speaking. NoodlesAtNight: @Prowl: Reassurance: Soundwave not listening. Unspoken word, only proof. Prowl: *squints at soundwave* ... huh? *that's a complicated set of instructions there* Xx_Killstreak_xX: *He clicked in annoyance at Windchill. He was most certainly no youngling, even if he didn't remember his own age, he has been estimated to be between 6-7 million years of age.* Xx_Killstreak_xX: - 6-7 million years of age.* NoodlesAtNight: *Still too much? All right. Try again:* (txt): Simplification: Think Hook faction without speaking. Chillsins: *Get used to being very annoyed with him, all the time.* Chaoit: -once again just watching everything- Chillsins: *He puts on his most innocent face.* NoodlesAtNight: [[You will not be harmed here, Killstreak, if you do not harm others. These are neutral meetings.]] Prowl: *thinks hook's faction very hard. soundwave now has a chevron pressed against his upper arm. prowl is Concentrating.* NoodlesAtNight: *Hmm, satisfying.* Xx_Killstreak_xX: *The seeker clicked quietly before nodding. He couldn't help it, he was a naturally anxious and cautious mech.* Xx_Killstreak_xX: -cautious mech.* NoodlesAtNight: @Prowl: (txt): Prowl test ended. Prowl: *hook leans over the hover-chair* Hook: You okay there, boss? Don't hurt your patch. NoodlesAtNight: *Soundwave taps his chevron at Hook. He's pretty sure no part of the patch is touching him. Will help Prowl sit upright if need be though.* Prowl: *no, no. prowl's got it. sorta. he sits upright-ish and looks at hook.* Decepticon. NoodlesAtNight: *...So close.* Prowl: Hook: ... S'right, boss. *pats his shoulder* Xx_Killstreak_xX: *Hidden optics dim slightly behind the cover of the mech's visor as he relaxed slightly.* NoodlesAtNight: @Hook: [[His filter control seems to only be working if he is not looking at the subject.]] NoodlesAtNight: @Hook: [[Be mindful of that.]] Chillsins: *Stretches with a loud grunt. Stretching, STRETCHING back until he falls over with a thud. Good. He will collect more germs that way.* NoodlesAtNight: *Turns to look at Windchill* NoodlesAtNight: [[...Would a berth not be more comfortable?]] Chillsins: Probably. Chillsins: I haven't seen one in my size since... Prowl: No. *covers audials* Chillsins: Well, it was a long time ago. Prowl: *without his grip on soundwave, starts slowly tilting* NoodlesAtNight: *Oh no you don't. Feeler coil posture correction* Chillsins: *He can think of a specific incident, but he doesn't measure time in numbers so there's no point in trying to explain it.* NoodlesAtNight: [[You could pull several together.]] Prowl: *hook reaches out to correct him, but soundwave's got it.* NoodlesAtNight: *Cautious but gentle tendril pet? The thud noise is gone.* Chillsins: *Ignores Soundwave for a half second to start bicycling his footies in the air.* NoodlesAtNight: *So that's where Whirl gets it.* Chillsins: Do I look the kind of guy who can afford beds? Chillsins: (( I'm scared to ask what whirl gets tbh. )) NoodlesAtNight: ((the random foot bicycling)) NoodlesAtNight: [[There is plenty of rubble on the planet. Some may be repurposed.]] Chillsins: (( My god. Windchill does it once or twice every year real time so maybe it is. Another unfortunate parallel. )) Chillsins: I'm not going to Cybertron just to get sleeping rubble, if that's what you're suggesting. NoodlesAtNight: [[Suit yourself.]] Chillsins: Suiting has nothing to do with it, but thanks. I will. NoodlesAtNight: *Nods.* Chillsins: Besides, Earth trash is way more accessible. Chillsins: *It might also explain the smell???* Prowl: *what smell* Chillsins: *It's a smelly smell* Prowl: *can't relate* Chillsins: *Come over here and smell for yourself I dare u* Prowl: *is smell-sensor free* Xx_Killstreak_xX: *Killstreak carefully stretched out his slender wings, hearing a small pop as the tension in his wing nubs was released.* Chillsins: *You lucky dog, Prowl.* Prowl: *no luck. he had to get surgery.* Prowl: *... specifically, to get rid of his smell-sensors. not today's surgery. different surgery.* NoodlesAtNight: *And because I forgot to add this up there a while back* @Prowl: (txt): Temporary visual contact break suggested if hidden thought target nearby. Sight cue still interrupting filter. Prowl: Is it? NoodlesAtNight: *And Soundwave smells the smell but he's known Astrotrain for so long it barely bothers him* NoodlesAtNight: *Small nod* Chillsins: *Good job now you can't smell his armpits.* Chillsins: *Don't worry, he only smells like a landfill some of the time.* Chillsins: *He always smells like bug sex though, an unfortunate reality for anyone with the sniffer to sniff it.* Chillsins: *Like Whirl.* Chillsins: *That sucker.* NoodlesAtNight: *He does not, thankfully, know what that smells like.* NoodlesAtNight: *Well, he does, because Ravage will have smelled it, but he doesn't know what it IS, so.* Prowl: *never discovered what that smell is before his sniffer was disabled* Chillsins: *A blessing.* Chillsins: *Stops pedaling to roll onto his front. It involves many stages of grunting and clumsiness. Behold.* NoodlesAtNight: *Records* Chillsins: *Have some posterior for posterity.* Prowl: *has kind of stopped paying attention to reality for the moment* NoodlesAtNight: *Is this a noticeable unfocus* Prowl: *kind of. he's staring vaguely at nothing and moving toward half-asleep* NoodlesAtNight: *No! No sleeping. Not yet. Hook said.* NoodlesAtNight: @Prowl: (txt): Soundwave may see patch closer? Xx_Killstreak_xX: *Green biolights begin to glow as the seeker fell into recharge, his helm resting comfortably on top of his knee plates. It seems four months of no recharge has finally caught up with the spy/scout.* NoodlesAtNight: *Four months? An admirable span. They can stay there. Soundwave will see they're moved elsewhere by staff once the night is over.* Prowl: *sleepy blinks, then optic brightens.* Okay. *shuffles a bit more upright so Soundwave can see his face* Chillsins: *He stands proudly, having finally made it to his feet.* Chillsins: *Nice going, he can barely stand to be awake for four hours.* Prowl: *the shape of the patch pretty clearly indicates that there's at least a bit of face missing underneath it. Some cutting was necessary.* NoodlesAtNight: [[Congratulations, Windchill. You have beaten the Earth turtle he once saw.]] Chillsins: Thank you, I worked really hard on it. Chaoit: -yawns and stretches- NoodlesAtNight: *Begins mapping this on his screen. He's going to be checking once it's all fixed up to make sure Prowl's face is well repaired* NoodlesAtNight: (txt): This, last repair needed? NoodlesAtNight: *Can hear Blaster yawning. Wonders if he'll be snoozing like the others soon.* Prowl: They have to fix my face in a few days. And cracks in my optics. Chaoit: -Tempted, but he'd rather not scare his friends back in his own timeline- NoodlesAtNight: (txt): Patched optic not repaired during retrieval? NoodlesAtNight: *Oh, yes, that would be a good idea not to do that. He'd rather not be the reason 10 mechs come in with guns looking for a potential murderer* Prowl: No. They just got it out. Chillsins: *That sounds very exciting though.* Chaoit: -Let's not. Jazz is worth about 10 himself- NoodlesAtNight: *Unfortunately (and reluctantly) agreed.* NoodlesAtNight: (txt): After face, optic repair, recovery, no other repairs needed? Health restored, stay here complete? Chaoit: -Okay, he's getting up...in a moment- Chillsins: Okay, you guys...I'm going home. Chaoit: -waves- NoodlesAtNight: [[Travel well.]] Prowl: Maybe. Prowl: I hope so. Chillsins: Remember, horses are good. NoodlesAtNight: [[It has been logged.]] Chillsins: *He might be vaguely implying that he behaves better when distracted by ponies, but it's barely true.* NoodlesAtNight: *Windchill and his late Megatron both.* Chillsins: *That kind of pony, not so much.* Prowl: ((fffff. the ponies.)) Chillsins: *Their high pitched voices make him restless.* NoodlesAtNight: *Most of him is pleased to hear that. Prowl has spent far too long in a state of disrepair. He deserves to be healthy. A wee little shred of him wishes some stupid excuse to steal another few days after that would come up though. A popped tire, or something.* NoodlesAtNight: *He banishes it at once.* Chillsins: Good night, suckers. NoodlesAtNight: [[Goodnight.]] Prowl: I'm not a sucker. Prowl: I'm bad at sucking. Chillsins: Maybe if you're nice to me I'll teach you. Chillsins: But you're not, so no worries. NoodlesAtNight: [[Primus.]] Prowl: It's an anatomical problem. Prowl: And I wouldn't want to learn from you. Chillsins: *You can't just leave it open like that.* Chaoit: ...? Prowl: *... so he isn't COMPLETELY back to filtering his thoughts.* NoodlesAtNight: *That's what he SAID* Chaoit: Learn what? Chillsins: How to suck. Chaoit: Why would you want to learn how to do that? NoodlesAtNight: [[They're discussing oral interface. He thinks.]] Chillsins: I, *he places a palm on his chest,* am a master of sucking in every respect. Chaoit: Oh. Ew. NoodlesAtNight: [[It is slightly unclear.]] Chillsins: Short of being an actual black hole. Chillsins: So it's only fair that you'd want to start at an easier level, and work your way up to mine. NoodlesAtNight: *Just taps his visor.* Chillsins: *And yes, he is also referring to sucking as in being bad at everything.* Prowl: I'm not interested in being on your level. Chillsins: That's a shame, I love having competition. Prowl: I don't. Chillsins: Here I thought you might have a god-given aptitude for sucking. Chaoit: .... Chillsins: To be fair, I have yet to see any evidence to the contrary, but I'll take your word for it when you disagree. NoodlesAtNight: [[Enough. He is not in the mood to moderate insults.]] NoodlesAtNight: @Prowl: (txt): Private reassurance: Unnecessary activity. Chaoit: And this is a good enough time for me to go home Prowl: I know. I've made it this far without it. Chillsins: No worries, I'm not getting offended. NoodlesAtNight: [[Goodnight, Blaster.]] Chaoit: G'night, Soundwave Chaoit: -and out the door he goes- NoodlesAtNight: *...That's not quite what he meant by 'unnecessary activity', but, you know, he'll let that sit for the moment.* Chaoit: ((because mun needs sleep)) NoodlesAtNight: ((night!)) Chaoit: ((g'night! Chillsins: (( Goodnight! )) Prowl: Who's insulting? Chillsins: I was insulting myself. Chillsins: Kind of, depends on your view of sucking. Chillsins: It's fairly open to interpretation. Chillsins: *And boooooy do folks interpret it.* Chillsins: Either way, I was either praising myself for being good at sucking or putting myself down for it. NoodlesAtNight: *It's all Wheeljack talks about. It's hard not to interpret it that way anymore.* Chillsins: *He meant in the sense that folks always assume he's insulting THEM, but that too.* Xx_Killstreak_xX: //*Mun comes back from stalking the shadows of Tumblr. Xx_Killstreak_xX: //What the frag did I just walk in on? XD// NoodlesAtNight: ((a thousand misinterpretations* Chillsins: (( It happens every time Windchill is present. )) Xx_Killstreak_xX: //Oh my lord X'D// Chillsins: (( Nobody gets used to it. )) Xx_Killstreak_xX: //Should I be slightly concern? XD// Chillsins: (( Only if you take Windchill's chronic self depreciation personally.)) Chillsins: (( They died! )) NoodlesAtNight: ((messily)) Chillsins: (( TRagic. )) NoodlesAtNight: *Busies himself inspecting the last bit of the patch and carefully looking for any other spots that might have been from past surgeries* Prowl: *bit of weld work around his left optic, some chipped paint around his audials from where he was opened up.* Chillsins: I'm leaving for real this time. Gotta go suck...somewhere else. NoodlesAtNight: [[Goodnight.]] Chillsins: Goodnight, suckers. NoodlesAtNight: *Hmm. All right. He's got pictures of these too now. Must keep in case something goes wrong later.* NoodlesAtNight: Yesterday Chillsins: *He go.* Xx_Killstreak_xX: *The seeker suddenly jolted online, letting out a soft croon of annoyance at having fallen into recharge.* Xx_Killstreak_xX: -recharge.* NoodlesAtNight: [[Greetings. Perhaps you should seek a more familiar place to rest.]] NoodlesAtNight: [[You are likely to get stepped on down there.]] NoodlesAtNight: (txt): Acceptable work. Prowl's current feeling? Not ill? Sleepiness level? Xx_Killstreak_xX: *The seeker politely declined the spymaster with a shake of his helm, not planning to fall back into recharge after the memory flux he just had.* Xx_Killstreak_xX: -flux he just had.* Prowl: I'm tired. NoodlesAtNight: (txt): Sedation status? Prowl: I don't know. Xx_Killstreak_xX: *He glanced at Prowl with slight concern in his EM field.* Prowl: Hook: Shouldn't be completely worn off yet. But I'd better get him back to his room. NoodlesAtNight: *Nods.* NoodlesAtNight: *One quick squeeze from the coil and then it unwinds. Here you go, Hook. One free Prowl.* Prowl: Bye. NoodlesAtNight: (txt): Rest well. Prowl: I can't. Hook won't let me. NoodlesAtNight: (txt): When allowed, meaning. Prowl: Hook: In another couple hours. *pat pat. gets up and takes the hover-wheelchair* NoodlesAtNight: *Nods to Hook, gets up, and will spend a little while longer putting the room back in order before vacating it.* Prowl: *takes Prowl home* Prowl: *... i.e. three halls away.* Xx_Killstreak_xX: *Looks over at Soundwave, before sending the other a short message over comm. link asking if the mech wanted any help.* NoodlesAtNight: [[He has it this time. Perhaps next time.]] NoodlesAtNight: ((and i'm gonna head back to tumblr. night you two)) NoodlesAtNight: ((good to meet you killstreak)) Xx_Killstreak_xX: //It was a pleasure to meet you as well! Good night! X3//

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