#brb gotta claw my eyes out

[kelsiersshadow]

fifth level reality avoidance achieved im reading the crooked kingdom

we’re living for golden boys and their identity/sense of belonging crises ONLY (aesthetics may or may not match but in this case they do)

this is more about the first book but babe. sweetheart. darling. listen. “in the bad [dreams] he kissed her” are you liTeRaLLy KIDDING ME

no shut up i’m so so here for his whole world view being uprooted challenged and ultimately rejected and transformed

was i the monster this whole time? arcs babeeeeee

give. inej. character development. outside. of her ties. to kaz. thank u ✌️

really she got one damn moment of self realization i KNOW there’s a long road ahead i GET that she cares for him. where is the agency over her own development tho

the heavy, pervasive spook vibes im getting off jesper are unREAL

the heavy mistborn vibes in general??? it’s like the whole first book stretched out but the characters actually experience Horny

kaz = kel with more money. like...no i’m serious. i was just thinking i wanted to reread mistborn and then this duology was like no you don’t read the fic version

obviously...OBVIOUSLY i am thoroughly enjoying kaz anyone who knows anything could have called this. but im so so nervous she’s going down the route of redemption and HE DOES NOT NEED IT BABE LEAVE HIM WHERE HE IS 💕💕 (term paper to follow on his concept of morality tbh)

pretty bejeweled nina is...actually a nuclear bomb. the AESTHETICS. the PAIN. is she my favorite pov to read? bruh idk but im scared of (and for) her

someone needs to bake wylan a whole cake right the hell now APPRECIATE HIMMMMM

[janeelyakiri]

Boys reaction to walking in on their respective brother while there “with” their mate

under cut

No Minors!!

Macaw- Not even notice, he heard ONE sound and shortcut away. He doesn't mention it, no one knows he even walked in. But he can't look at Lupo for a while anymore.

Lupo- Oh dear oh stars UHM SORRY and he's backing away blushing. Poor Macaw's groove is ruined.

Falcon- You know, he's not surprised his sibling owns those. But also he's not happy to see them in action.

Jackal- Starts critiquing Falcon. Falcon dies inside.

Jay- OH FOX HE'S SO PROUD OF YOU!! Oh wait shit SORRY--

Fox- brb bleaching his sockets

Crow- Hound have you seen my claw caps? Yes yes you're busy whatever- oh there they are thanks bye.

Hound- Steps in. sees. turns around and shuts the door after leaving.

Vulture- Gives a thumbs up and leaves.

Hyena- Asks when cubs are gonna happen. Gets a bone attack thrown at him. Also slips snacks and water into the room.

Robin- Just tells Dingo to clean up his mess afterward.

Dingo- Has to be told to leave, but sits outside the door to guard. His brother's busy after all, gotta keep an eye out for him!

[maldito-arbol]

CMTO Ch.3 The Haunted Mansion (aka PMIT Ch.5 pt.2)

Annie is messing with my head already it’s been like 5 mins

‘because damn rich people!’ (Damn rich people!!)

Those plant powers seem rlly cool,,,,,,,

These. These implications that Annie *has* hit Polly before,,,,, hmnnnnn

Me: hey how fucked up would it be for Anne if it ever rained?

Mal: okay, hear me out, ✨Indoor Waterpark✨

The Annie-B nickname is pretty cut but also Hurts Me Greatly

‘There’s a control panel there on the platform, multicolored (and yet still dull) buttons and a joystick there like this is some kind of video game. Huh. Marcy sure would like this.  

 Don’t keep your eyes closed forever, Anna-banana. I…need you, Anne.

 There’s a voice in her head that makes her entire body from her chest to her stomach ache’ (YES YES! THE DREAM FALLING APART MY BELOVED <3)

Ahhh yes the good ol Wit temples needs u to solve puzzles while also protecting ur friends

Polly’s 9 in this?

“No!” She shrieks it now. “Are you gonna let me die, Annie-B? ‘Cause you’re too stubborn to be a good big sister?!” (Holy FUCK Polly.

“Flee, flee, little one. You’ll only delay the inevitable…”(HELLO????? WHY ARE YOU HERE?????)(the riddles???? Fuck was blue the basement?????)

If Polly is meant to represent Heart then that Scorpion and Frog thing fits *really well*. Also just that whole story was cool I rlly liked it as a fucked up little thing

THATS WHERE THAT LINE CAME FROM?????? well that context HURTS

Annie’s forgetting that she’s not human vs Martha’s over awareness about the fact that she’s not

Oh u know the usual, having a fridge with a lever that just fucking takes it off its hinges and unlocks a secret passageway

Hmmm a giant winding staircase and a tile puzzle, where have I seen that before I wonder? /j

Oh she DID smile,,,,,,,, brb gotta go cry for A min-

“Tell me you didn’t leave me!” (Geez! That’s. A Lot to unpack)

“Boo” (AGSHDJSJAGD BOO WHY IS THAT SO FUNNY FUCK OFF)

“So are you—now we match! Or does sharing your pain with your sister bother you? I’m hurt, Annie-B.” She pouts. “I thought you’d be happier.” (This. This stuff with Polly plays back I to Anne’s whole thing of not a king for help and wanting to take all the pain herself so nobody else has to doesnt it. Fuck)

‘And then the ceiling is ripped off the walls like a lid being snapped off tupperware by two orange claws. ‘ (agshdjsgahd a fucking Tupperware container fuck-)

“Yes. In fact, Wit created both systems.”(Oh. That makes so much sense but also caught me off guard… no that makes So much sense-)

“Someone I failed to kill a very long time ago.” (As long as I’m remembering those riddles properly . FUCK)

Oh I’m sure sitting in the back corner of a dark quiet classroom reading about Heart yelling at Witney about how they care about her is doing WONDERS for my mental state

“You’ve managed to take hold of Wit—which means I must collect you now. To be a part of us.”(HELLO????????)

“You never left my side, did you, Polly?” She speaks now not as Anne, but as Annie-B. “Even with everything I did and everyone who was after me, you stuck with me anyway. That, I can count on.” She extends her hand, claws and all, and Heart stares at it. “And maybe I’m a fool for believing in the scorpion, but at least if we drown, we’ll drown together.”

 Their eyes glitter, then soften. “Poetic, isn’t it?” They place their little hand in hers. “But surely a frog and a scorpion could make it across together. If they just tried.” (SCREAMING SOBBING CRYING RN FUCK. Torn between hating and feeling powerful about the fact I was right to continually be sympathetic to Heart the past few weeks)

‘She almost doesn’t know what to do at first, but she quickly gets the memo to release them hastily, an apology on her breath, but not before she gets to feel just how cracked they are. A gem that otherwise should not have any jagged texture, is covered with it. 

 Maybe those scars all over the body that was Polly’s were no exaggeration at all, but that sure isn’t a comfort.’ (I don’t even know how to verbalise this rn just. Anne finding out that they’re cracked. The comparison to the version of Polly. It’s making me Feel Shit rn Mal. Fuck)

They seem to tip sideways in amusement. “I had to pick someone close to you,” they tell her. “So the bond between us felt real.”

 “Hate that,” Anne comments. (Agreed Anne. Fucking agreed)

“The rest of it? That was all three of us.” She raises an eyebrow. “The tests were devised by Wit, but when the world and our characters were generated, they took aspects from the subconsciouses of all three parties—like mashing all our dreams together into one convoluted plot. The way you still view yourself as a monster after everything that’s happened, the way I long to return to the days in which I was Andrias Leviathan’s vessel, and,” they spin, an emotion Anne can’t read surfacing. “…I suppose, all the running Wit was forced to do in our past.” (Huh. Yeah all that tracks. That’s. Inch resting. Probably gonna go re read PMIT Ch.5 and try to Assign shit idk we’ll see)

“Then again, actually, that one may have been hatred. The two are simply so similar, are they not?”

“Sure, I guess.” She doesn’t want to unpack that. (AND NEITHER DO I MOVING ON)

This week this Bonus copy paste from a previous comment!

| “A final home for a gem of blue,

Don’t you know this place wasn’t for you?

Yet soon and soon it’ll be your turn,

For now take your prize where it melts and burns.” (I HATE that I called it why would u let me be right) | ONCE AGAIN I HAYE THAT I WAS RIGHT FUCK. WHY IS IT TALKING ABOUT THAT.

Put your seatbelts on im in a Rambling mood

I’m gonna be typing Anne and accidentally type Annie forever now and I DID THIS TO MYSELF. god what’s gonna happen if I change Sasha’s name for a temple chap?? What would I even change it to? *thinks of the most generic white girl name possible* Sarah.

Damn rich people!

I’ve always been a fan of plant powers but instead of being external I like when they come out of your body. If I had a nickel for every time I wrote a character that’s the sweet and sane one in their respective polycule with plant powers that grow from her own body and can easily get dangerously out of control but has an overbearing need to take care of everyone around her I’d have two nickels which isn’t a lot but it’s weird that it happened twice. *drops my OC Zinnia*

Love me some Terrible Implications oh poor Anne she has no idea.

I KNEW YOU WERE GONNA MAKE A COMMENT LIKE THAT ASHSJQKSKWLSOSKA yes. Yes I did that on purpose.

ITS SUCH A CUTE NICKNAME IN THE FANDOM I HAD TO STEAL IT!!!

Oh no the phantom Marcy is whispering in her ear.

YEAH THATS MY FAVORITE PART OF THE FIRST TEMPLE—THAT ITS A REQUIREMENT TO HAVE COMPANION(S). PERFECT FOR ANGST RELATED REASONS!!

Yeah cause I wanted her to still be very Smol but also old enough to be a full sized forg. This number was mostly random otherwise.

Polly is. Unstable.

Orange Jellybean is here because reasons :)

IM OBSESSED WITH THIS STORY *BANGS FISTS ON TABLE*

OH YEAH I forgot I sent you a line from this chapter. Yup :^)

Annie’s too focused on making sure Polly doesn’t Die to worry about her appearance.

A :) Fridge :) With :) A :) Secret :) Passageway :) Man :) I :) Wonder :) Where :) That :) Came :) From ;)

Hello folks and welcome to How To Be The First Temple Without Being The First Temple

I HAD TO MAKE HER SMILE SOMEHOW of course this is the worst part of the dream possible.

Now we don’t have time to unpack ALL of that!!

I KNEW IT WOULD BE FUNNY I WAS DYING can you just imagine being chased by a whole Demon and the first thing it says to you is just “Boo” I think I’d piss myself

Oh for sure. This was exactly the worst suffering to inflict on her so of course I chose it.

I don’t know WHY I wrote it like that I just fucking. Remembered that scene where Anne fucking. RIPPED THE CEILING OFF A BUILDING IN THE TINY FROG TOWN.

Ah yes. It Makes Sense. It’s gonna kill you to find out what prompted her to create these systems in the first place but we’re probably not gonna get into it proper until the Witney chapter uwu

THE RIDDLES ARE FUN! Heart’s has a double meaning to it as well so the hints are just gonna keep coming.

Heart yelling at Witney was a last minute addition but boy am I sure glad I added it—it provides so much insight into Heart as a person. I have this feeling that Heart never shows it, but they’re secretly afraid of Wit because they’re expecting her to retaliate in some form or another but she consistently DOESNT so they just keep getting more and more paranoid over it. Like a “JUST DO IT ALREADY SO I DONT HAVE TO KEEP THINKING ABOUT IT!!” And it’s extra sad bc you know Witney’s not going to.

To be a Wit vessel is to be hunted <3

I’m gonna make you guys feel SO BAD for Heart you cannot escape. I’ve BEEN feeling bad for them for months on end already and soon you shall join me.

Such a broken little Gem. How do they carry themself? How do they not fall apart? Does destroying other people make them feel better? Or does it only remind them over and over again what it means to be helpless?

Me too I Hate it but I had to do it.

Rereading PMIT chap 5 my beloved. Yeah actually what’s super Fun is that Strength and Wit BOTH have the Andrias Complex thing meanwhile Wit and Heart BOTH have the Orange Jellybean Complex so they lined up perfectly to mash dreams together. Oh god what the fuck do Strength and Heart have in common— fucking Love and Loss fuck. *thinks about what happens in CMTO’s future chapters* FUCKFUCKFUCK—

NOW WE DONT HAVE TIME TO UNPACK ALL OF THAT

Oh Heart’s riddle my beloved. As the backstory evolves with every new piece I write that riddle gets more devastating.

Why thank you for the ask I will now be going through the other ones like a running little rat

[subasekabang]

Long Dream –Live Remix– (A Side)

Title: Long Dream –Live Remix– (A Side)

Rating: T

Word Count: 7598 total, 3758 this chapter

Characters: Coco, Joshua, Neku, Beat, OMC, OFC

Warnings: Major character death

Summary: Her Magnum Opus nears completion, and as her audience approaches, she hurriedly arranges one final rehearsal.  Elaboration on a pet theory of mine, built out of Final Remix spoilers.

Every day streets are crowded with people

Every night streets are jammed with these noises

Things are so strange, are they real or a dream?

Where am I now, trapped in this city of illusion?

***

Neku surveyed his surroundings.  It didn’t take him long to recognize them.

“This is Cat Street…”

“Yo, finally!” Beat said, running a few steps ahead.  “We can get outta Shibuya from here!  I’m so ready to be done with this crappy Game!”

Neku looked up the street, murmuring, “Unless the way ahead has been rearranged too…”

He tensed a bit as Coco stepped up behind him, the tiny Reaper saying, “No worries fam!  See, the way ahead looks, like, totez clear!  That super tough wall you guys just made it past must’ve been the last challenge!”

Neku’s eyes caught on the café just ahead.  Even in this situation, it still sparked a very complicated emotion in his heart.

“Yo, whatchu waitin’ for,” Beat said, “an engaged invitation?  Le’s go, man!”

Beat took off.  Neku followed at a slower pace, saying, “Hold on!  While we’re here, shouldn’t we ask Mr. H what’s going on?”

The other boy skidded to a halt.  “Huh?  You think the H-Man’s gonna tell us anything?”

“He might.  We have time to spare—it can’t hurt to ask.”

Coco made a face as she walked up next to him.  “Uuuuh, source?  That guy, like, oozes bad vibes.  You should totez just finish the Game!  That’s all that matters, yeah?”

Neku shook his head.  “I still want to know what’s going on.  Out of the people who might actually know, Mr. H is the only one with an address.  We might not get another chance.”

The Reaper rolled her eyes and shrugged.  “I mean, I guess, but like, why risk it?  The finish line is literally right in front of y’all—just cross it and end the Game.  Then if you still wanna talk to Coffee Weirdo, just walk right back in and do it then!  It’ll totez be less stressful once we’re off the clock!”

Beat nodded.  “Yeah, man!  We gotta get this over with either way.  Plus we might get an explanation jus’ for winnin’!  We’ll keep the H-Man as a back-up plan, aight?”

Neku crossed his arms.  “I still feel like this would be less risky.”

“Aw c’mon!” Coco said, skipping down the sidewalk.  “You srsly need to chill, Neku!  Let’s just finish the Game already.  Besidez…while we stand here chatting, the other Players are still fighting Noise and stuff.  Like, uh, Shiki?  Do it for her!”

“Right: Shiki and Rhyme is still out there, Phones!” Beat said.  “We gotta end the Game now!”

With a sigh, Neku grumbled, “…Alright, I guess we shouldn’t keep them waiting.  But soon as we’re done, I’m coming back to get answers.”

The three of them ran down Cat Street, with Coco trailing farther and farther behind.  Eventually she came to a stop, and just watched the boys continue with a wide grin on her face.

“Ugh, finally,” she said to herself.  “This pair was WAY more stubborn than the last, 7.8/10 too much effort.”

Neku noticed they had lost her just as he and Beat ran over the city limits.  The next thing he noticed was pain.  Intense, searing pain, like his entire body was on fire.  Judging by the way Beat had toppled over on the ground, the same thing was happening to him.  Neku fell to his knees as the agony worsened.

“What’s…happening…?!”

Coco slowly approached them, taking care to not actually cross the limits.  “This is fine!  All according to keikaku.  Congratz on winning the Reaper’s Game: Expert Mode!  Oh btw, keikaku means plan.”

Beat cried out suddenly.  Black and red flames consumed him, burning brightly for a few seconds before vanishing, leaving not even ashes in their wake.  Neku’s eyes widened in horror.

“What did you do to him?!” Neku demanded.

“Erased him, duh,” Coco said.  “Though technically wasn’t me, actually my baby that did it.”

“What?!”

“He needs loads of food to grow up big and strong.  I’ve tried, like, a gazillion different things, and the Soul of super tough Players like you two is what works the best by far!  ty so much!”

The pain only grew.  Neku screamed, doing all he could to endure it despite knowing he was failing.

Coco put a hand to her ear.  “Mmmm whatcha say?  Couldn’t make that out.”

It wasn’t long before the flames consumed Neku as well, and then he too was gone.  Coco put her hands on her hips and smiled.  The world around her shifted, wavering like a mirage until it all melted into one swirling void of bluish clouds.  Before her spawned a massive creature: a tapir with purple skin and six tusks, yellow tattoo-like protrusions in the shape of flames erupting all across its form.  Its red eyes focused squarely on Coco.

“Yay!  Look at you, you absolute unit!  You’re, like, so strong now you could body anyone!”

Coco threw herself onto the tapir’s trunk, hugging it tightly—the creature gave a guttural rumble in response.  She could sense its power increasing, and giggled happily as she took a step back.  The tapir lowered its head and nudged her gently.

“Okay, okay.”

Reaching up, she scratched the tapir’s trunk.  It tilted its head and squeaked.

“Aw, who’s a good boy?”

Coco hopped up to the top of its head, lying down so she could reach far enough to scratch behind its ear.  The tapir lifted its trunk and trumpeted happily, then floated up and down in place, jostling Coco only the smallest amount.

“Haha, very good, such cute, wow!”

Soon it settled down.  Coco propped up her head with one hand, continuing to slowly pet the tapir with the other, and let out a long sigh.

“Tapez my dude, I’m, like, so glad I have you.  ngl you’re kinda my bff.”

The tapir grunted, swinging its trunk slightly.  Coco swayed along.

“I dunno when it’s going down…but I’mma make sure you get through it.  You’re one of my peeps too now!  So it’s a legit promise!”

Coco extended her pinky.  The tapir inclined its head a little and flexed its claws.

“Oooooh right.  Well, still totez binding lol.”

She pressed her face against the tapir’s skin, letting her eyes close.

“Aaaaaah, we’re almost there, Tapez.  Should just need, like, another few rounds and you’ll be a prime example of the ideal Noise body!  Though tbh if the next pair is as annoying as this one, totez just gonna yeet them straight into your stomach.”

Her phone chimed.  She opened one eye to look at the screen, and then rolled onto her back and groaned loudly, kicking her legs about in frustration.

“Uuuugh for real?  Fine, whatevs.”  She paused to pet the tapir one more time.  “Sorry Tapez, I gotta bounce.  brb and then we’ll go find you some more treats!”

The tapir squeaked a farewell, and then Coco stood up and shut her eyes again.  Focusing her power, she elevated her Vibe and reached out with her mind to feel for the world she wanted to travel to; after so many times, it was easy for her, and in mere seconds she had concrete beneath her feet.  Opening her eyes, Coco looked up at the skyline of Shinjuku and smiled brightly.

I love my city tbh.

***

Feel the people, hear the voices

They are reaching out to catch you

Feel the rhythms, hear the noises

You are beating all the visions

***

Coco moved through the city at a slow pace.  Shinjuku was a travel hub, a place that was purely transient for most: each moment was fleeting, but each brought something new, something different, and that everlasting tumultuous tide of life fascinated Coco in a way nothing ever had before.  Each second was something wholly unique, and she never wanted to miss even one of them.  She spun around on a corner, taking it all in, and just laughed to herself.

“Having fun, Atarashi?”

Her good mood was spoiled instantly.  She grimaced over her shoulder to see Joshua standing there, looking every bit as smug as she remembered him.

“fml what are you even doing here Kiryu?” she asked, turning around and crossing her arms in a huff.  “Can’t you, like, take a hint?”

“Nice to see you too.”  He raised a hand to his chin.  “Hm.  I’m curious: why is it you hold onto your wings even in the RG?”

Gesturing to them, Coco said, “Aesthetic.”

“…And what aesthetic would that be, exactly?”

“fyi I’m headed to a super important meeting rn so unless you’re finally ready to fite me irl then I, like, don’t even want to hear it.”

Joshua chuckled and brushed aside a lock of hair, which only made him seem even more smug and made Coco even angrier.  “Stimulating as that has the potential to be, we’d both be in quite a bit of trouble with the folks upstairs if we were to have a skirmish.”

“Oooooh good point,” she said as she turned away.  “And I bet you’re, like, already in hot water after the way you went off.”

“Nothing to worry about on that front.  I’ve spoken with my Producer and he assures me the matter has been put to bed.  Things in Shibuya will be staying the way they are.”

Coco spun around.  “WTF?!  You two are out of trouble just like that?  I literally have no words!”

“Hm?  Why, I would assume your Producer has been apprised of the details as well.  Has he not passed them along to you yet?”

There was a short delay, and then Coco glanced aside and grumbled, “That must be why he sent me that txt…”

“I take it you’ve been too busy with your side project to stay on top of the paperwork.”

Coco locked eyes with Joshua.  He was still smug, that would never change, but now there was a deadly undercurrent to his words that demanded Coco’s attention.

“tf are you even talking about?” Coco asked.  “You really need to stay in your lane, Kiryu.”

“That’s rich, coming from you.”

“Explain.”

“Well for starters, I know you’ve been poking around my city.”

“omg!  Tourism is a crime now?”

“Considering our circumstances I believe it falls more under ‘corporate espionage’.”

“It’s totez hilair to me that you consider the UG a corporation.”

“Setting that aside for the moment, there’s also the fact that you’ve been shirking your duties as Composer to jaunt off to an alarming number of parallel worlds as of late.”

Coco smirked.  “Aw, u just jelly I can travel between worlds without needing to call an Uber to get back.”

Joshua shrugged.  “I admit, it’s a skill I’ve yet to master—even my alternate selves seem to have difficulty with it.  One came to call on me recently, you know.  Said something about a bizarre Noise erasing two former Players in his world.”

Yawning loudly, Coco said, “Kiryu can I, like, get a tl;dr?”

Joshua’s face began to darken, the undercurrent gradually rising towards the surface.  “Well Atarashi, it certainly sounds like you’ve been attacking alternate Shibuyas.  If so, that’s something I believe qualifies as ‘in my lane’.  Wouldn’t you agree?”

Coco cackled.  “Pffft omg are u srs?  I am DECEASED y’all, the guy who just tried to wipe his whole city is acting protective up in this bitch!  lmaoooooo!”

Joshua stared hard at her.  “Coco, do think for a moment: how do you suppose the Higher Plane would react to this news?”

“What, are you, like, planning to tell them?  If you’ve got some proof then hmu.”

Joshua didn’t answer.

“lol that’s what I thought, smdh you better sit down Kiryu.  Even if I were, like, messing with parallel worlds or whatevs, why would the Higher Plane even care?  Angels from this world have no jurisdiction there.  It’s free real estate.”

Slowly, Joshua nodded.  “…Alright.  Perhaps you have a point.  Let’s leave the Higher Plane out of this hypothetical.  The only one you need to be concerned with…is me.”

The air suddenly felt very heavy.  Coco actually needed to remind herself to breathe, but she made sure her reaction wasn’t obvious.

“So, Atarashi.  Explain to me why you’ve been killing Neku in so many parallel worlds.  And, do try your best to make it a very good explanation.”

Coco brought her hands up to her face, twisting slightly away.  “lololol I’m confused.  Mad cuz I beat your record?  Or want to make sure I don’t off this world’s copy of Edge Head before you can tell him he’s worthy of your grace?  Honestly?  I ship it.”

Joshua paused.  “Neku himself isn’t the issue here.  But if you’re making a move into my territory—“

“Yeah yeah yeah, cuz you care, like, SO much about your territory!  I am SHOOK seeing you come in here acting like the authority on protecting your peeps!  I could learn so much about my job from watching you!”

“I’m feeling a bit of déjà vu.  I could have sworn I’ve already told you that a Composer’s job is simply to judge their people, and that it is only the existence and boundaries of their respective UG that require protection.”

Coco covered her mouth.  “omg!  Why would you say something so controversial yet so brave?”  She dropped her hands and stuck out her tongue.  “jk obv you’re full of it.”

“I don’t see why I should need to divulge my motivations to you of all people,” Joshua mumbled, “but if you must know…I was under the impression that Shibuya was not worth keeping around.  Now that I’ve seen it still holds potential, I of course have every intention of preserving the seeds that I’ve sown.”

Coco scowled at him, but didn’t speak at first.  Nearly a minute passed before she said, “Then tbh?   I’m not your enemy.”

Joshua’s eyebrows went up.

“It’s, like, only a matter of time before a new kind of Game starts up Kiryu.  Their Game.  And I’m gonna be mad prepared when it does.  If you had literally a single brain cell you’d totez be doing the same thing.”

By the time she was done, Joshua’s eyes had narrowed down to a suspicious glare.  “Surely you’re not referring to the party I’m assuming?”

“Like, who else?”

Joshua stared down his nose at Coco as he considered his next move.  Coco grunted, drew out her phone, and checked her messages.

“My, you truly are impossible to figure out,” Joshua sighed.

Coco gave her best Clearly Fake Smile and replied, “Because you’re an expert at that lol.  I’m nothing compared to your galaxy brain.”

“I think I could do it if not for that absurd…shall we call it a dialect?”

“Uh, this is how people talk now?  Hello?  If you knew anything about people, then like, you’d already know that, but as always you have 0 friends so buh-bye.”

“…Hm.  And, exactly how many friends do you have, Atarashi?”

Coco frowned.

Joshua turned.  “But, alright.  If this is some plan to deal with the Inferno, then I’ll drop the matter for now.  But, one thing I’d like to make clear before I go.”  He took one last glance back at her, eyes full of ice.  “I will not tolerate any interference in this world’s Shibuya.”

He was off without another word.  Coco suppressed the urge to shudder, turning back to her phone and mumbling half-formed syllables as she made herself look busy.  She looked back up to be sure that he was gone, and then sighed and tucked her phone away, gazing over Shinjuku once more as she waited for the tension to leave her body.  It was immediately replaced by joy.

“omg whoops.  Rōjin is totez still waiting orz.”

***

Is it angels?  Is it devils?

Whispering in my ears

Is it emotions?  Is it illusions?

I need to be with you

***

Coco poked her head through the shrine’s gate.  Looking up the path, she could see a bald, tan-skinned man with a stoic face sitting at the building’s entrance, his eyes already locked onto her.  She flinched.

“Uuuuh what’s up gamers?” she blurted as she stumbled forward.  “I know I’m, like, totez late, but I have a tru legit reason for it, get a load of this!”

The man was Seiji Rōjin, owner of the shrine and also Shinjuku’s Producer.  He offered not a single word as Coco hurriedly explained her encounter with Joshua to him.  When she was done, he nodded and closed his eyes; Coco looked around awkwardly for a few seconds, and then took a seat next to him.

“You must leave your Opus be,” he ultimately said.

Coco started.  “Uh, excuse me?  Abandon all my hard work just because that nerd doesn’t want me near his bf?  I think the heck not!”

Rōjin opened his eyes to look at her.

“…Um?  Something else?”

“The Higher Plane demands a Game.”

Coco blinked.  Then she rolled back, digging her fingers into her scalp and shouting, “AAAAAAARGH, srsly?!  I know I haven’t held a Game in, like, forev, but can’t they just let me handle thingz down here?  Please say sike!”

Rōjin said nothing.  As she accepted the reality of the situation, Coco’s heart sank.

“But…Tapez…”  She groaned.  “…Is, like, a teeny bit of faith in me too much to ask?  They know I’ve got mad skillz!  When you taught me how to make Tapez, you said I was one of only, like, three Composers whomst’ve ever been able to control Magnum Opus Noise—they should be totez impressed with me already!”

“The Higher Plane demands more of your position than mere talent,” Rōjin said.  “It demands discipline.”

Coco pulled herself back into a sitting position.  “I am, like, sooo disciplined!  I legit wanted to tear Kiryu’s face off, but I didn’t!”  She got back on her feet as she went on, “Like, sure, this is about Shinjuku, but the whole reason I’m working on Tapez is so he can protect my peeps!  Making sure he’s bad enough to dunk on anyone is literally The Best Thing I can be doing rn!  The Inferno is out there, you know, somewhere, and we dunno when they’re gonna throw hands!  And now I have to take time out of my counterattack schedule to run some basic-ass Game?”

She whirled back to face Rōjin.  He didn’t say anything.  Coco stared at him for a few moments, realizing she was getting a headache.

“…heck.  We don’t really have much of a choice, do we?  If the Higher Plane wants a Game so bad, then like, we gotta pull together a Game.  Tapez will just have to chill for a week I guess.”

Coco put a hand to her head as she trudged past Rōjin for the door.

“Ugh, lemme see, the Conductor obvs needs to show, and we should probably @ all the Officers too.  idk who’s gonna be the GM this week but they—“

The pain in her head suddenly turned sharp.  She paused mid-step.

“…they…”

Her vision blurred, then went dark.  And then she saw Shinjuku again, but it was…different, somehow.  As if viewed through some sort of filter.  She saw the streets, the people, and then a glowing red symbol up in the sky—and then the streets were empty.  Not a single soul was left in Shinjuku.  No, not quite, next she saw one person: a girl who slowly walked forward with a blank look in her eyes.  The girl stared straight ahead, but couldn’t see Coco.  Still, she opened her mouth to speak.

“All that’s left in the world is me.”

Coco gasped as the shrine came back into focus.  At first she was too surprised to make any sense of the event.  But as she breathed, she processed it, and her eyes shot wide as pure dread came over her.

“Uh…a-ah…I…”

Rōjin stood, watching her with furrowed brow.  Coco’s entire body shook as she turned to face him.

“I…I saw it again…!”

She jumped forward and grabbed Rōjin’s shirt.

“It was the same vision!  You remember, right?  From, like, WAY back when I first asked you about Magnum Opus Noise?  I saw it again!  Shinjuku was erased—it was an Inversion!  I-I…”  She looked down as tears started to form in her eyes.  “I haven’t seen anything since that day…why now?  Is…is the Inferno about to attack Shinjuku?  Is that what this means?!  Are we out of time?!”

She felt a hand on her head.  Looking up, she saw Rōjin staring back at her, his face as calm and stoic as ever.  Coco swallowed hard, and then exhaled slowly.

“R-Right…right.”  She managed a chuckle.  “Like, look at me, crying in the club like a little bitch!  Thanks bunchez, Rōjin.”

She stepped away and wiped her eyes on her sleeve.  Coco found herself looking up at the sky, as if to verify what she had seen hadn’t actually come true…at least, not yet.  The same skyline greeted her.  But this time, she just couldn’t feel happy about it.  This time, it made her feel resolute.  She turned back to Rōjin.

“Sorry fam.  But I, like, can’t just sit on my ass and play a Game rn.  The Higher Plane might not be convinced, but I just know the Inferno’s on their way to end my whole career, and I’m not about to take that.”

Rōjin paused.  Then, with a single nod, he said, “Mood.”

Coco giggled.  “omg, you’re, like, literally the worst!”

She left the shrine and made her way back up the street, thinking, Dunno how much more time I have to beef up Tapez.  My boi’s totez strong, but I can’t be too careful, and probs don’t have much time for last minute boosts.  I need to, like, think of how else I can improve his chances…

Her feet slowed, and she looked back at the shrine.

…Hm.  I wonder what she would think?

Coco crossed her arms.

I mean, she’s gonna be totez disappointed there’s no Game.  But like, she’s still my Conductor, yeah?  If I can’t trust her to back me up, then who can I trust?

She turned and got moving again.

At the v least I gotta ask.  Whatever it takes…my Shinjuku is going to survive.

***

Every day noises are killing these people

Every night noises are waiting for me but

Don’t run away, we’ve got no time left to fear

Where are you now, still it’s showing me illusions

[arcadiaoaksusedbooks]

Two magical sisters texting, Part 1

Under readmore for length (sorry mobile users)

Nadia: Hey, Elisi! Just got your card! Thank you so much, it’s really funny and touching. Always thinking of you, your sister, Nadia.

Elisi: Hi, sis! Good to hear from you. Glad you got the card okay. How’s the store doing these days?

Nadia: Oh, can’t complain. Getting the usual crowds in now that school is winding down for the summer. Are you still a warden for the national parks? How has that been lately?

Elisi: Just for Noatak. It’s been fine, yet another decline in wildlife. The snow’s all melted, so we should be seeing birds and elk and all the usual suspects, but it’s been really quiet in the basin. Nothing that hasn’t happened before.

Nadia: Maybe noone’s come out of hibernation yet?

Elisi: We don’t have much that hibernates. Some rabbits, foxes, and weasels. Saw plenty of those at the first snow melt. And there’s tons of fish, plants and berries, so the ecosystem isn’t hurting any. So I know the herds didn’t move from lack of food.

Nadia: Hmm. Well, you’re the expert. If it’s happened before, then there shouldn’t be anything to worry about.

Elisi: Yep yep

Elisi: Did you get birthday wishes from anyone else?

Nadia: It’s still two weeks away, so no.

Nadia: How is the family doing?

Elisi: Great! Grandbaby hatched a month ago!

Nadia: Congradulations!

Elisi: ((picture of a newborn Krampus troll, fuzzy, black, yellow eyes open like a cat that just saw the red dot))

Nadia: So this is great x16 grandbaby?

Elisi: Eh, I don’t bother with that stuff anymore. It’s just a grandbaby from now on.

Nadia: Grannie!

Elisi: Shush

Nadia: Grannie, grannie, sixteen generations removed! 

Elisi: Hey, it wasn’t that long! Stop making me feel old!

Nadia: Great

Nadia: Great

Nadia: Great

Nadia: Great

Elisi: Stop

Nadia: Great

Nadia: Great

Elisi: I’ll block your number

Nadia: Hee hee

Elisi: Anyway, pic was of Orsan. You really should come by and visit everyone before they forget you again.

Nadia: It’s been so long, I don’t think I know anyone at your house anymore.

Elisi: Fol is still here. He still remembers you.

Nadia: I remember Fol. Give him hugs and kisses for me.

Elisi: Will do

Elisi: Brb, gotta make dinner.

Nadia: Ah, so do I. Let’s chat later.

Elisi: Yep yep. Talk to you later.

(A day later)

Nadia: Hi, Elisi! You free?

Elisi: Sure. What’s up?

Nadia: One of my customers gave me a birthday present!

Elisi: Really? That’s cool. What’s the title?

Nadia: Actually, it’s a figurine they painted. It’s really well done; I didn’t think anyone in town painted sculptures at all.

Elisi: Oh, cool! So, is it going in your shop?

Nadia: Yep! Lemme take a picture.

Elisi: (laughing emoji face) Need me to tell you how?

Nadia: No, I got it. One sec.

Nadia: ((picture of a small statue, lined up next to three dictionaries for reference. It’s a four legged, furry animal with a fox-like face, bulging eyes, and two tiny antlers sticking from behind it’s mouse like ears. It has four clawed feet and a furry tail with a large bushel of fur at the very end. It’s colored in pinks and greens, and given a glossy sheen.))

Nadia: The eyes weird me out a little, but it looks like a fey creature. It’s very creative! What do you think?

(There’s no response from Elisi for five minutes.)

Nadia: Elisi? Are you there?

Elisi: That looks just like the small statues I’m finding around the park, and around town. Most of them are broken, but I recognize that head. Where did the kid say they found it?

Nadia: I didn’t ask. I just assumed they made it or bought it from a store.

Elisi: I found three broken ones around the park by the river. And when I came into town, I saw some kids playing with some intact ones. I ask where they got them, and they insisted they made them. Their grandpa had more.

Nadia: Maybe it’s a popular thing on the Internet? Alora knows about that kind of stuff.

Elisi: Maybe?

Elisi: If it is, someone’s littering, and I don’t tolerate that in my park.

Nadia: How were the ones you found painted as?

Elisi: They weren’t painted yet. They’re just rock. Still. Not appreciating this.

Nadia: Well, if my customer comes back, I’ll ask about it. I’m sure it’s a silly internet thing. I’ll ask Alora.

Elisi: Sure. 

Elisi: And again, happy early birthday!

Nadia: Thank you!

(Same day)

Nadia: Hey, Alora, are you busy?

Alora: Not for my favorite sister. How’s you?

Nadia: Good. A customer gave me an early birthday present!

Alora: Wait. Birthday?

Alora: Shit. I forgot you changed it again. I’ll get you something.

Nadia: Aw, that’s okay.

Nadia: ((sends the picture of her statue))

Alora: (laughing while crying emoji) OMG WTF even IS that?

Nadia: You don’t know?

Alora: Nope. Why, what is it?

Nadia: One of the kids said they painted it for me. I showed it to Elisi and she said she’s finding these statues everywhere at work and in town.

Alora: Huh. Haven’t seen or heard of anything like that.

Alora: The colors are awful. Those buggy eyes are killing it for me.

Alora: Like someone tried to make a jackalope having never seen one before.

Alora: Or made the unholy baby of a jackalope and the word’s smallest furry Godzilla.

Alora: ...

Alora: This would probably meme up a storm in the right place.

Nadia: Okay, okay, I get it.

Alora: It’s like

Alora: Steward Little had sex with the Geiko gecko.

Nadia: STOP!

Alora: (laughing emoji) Okay, okay.

Nadia: It was a gift, so it’s still going in my shop.

Alora: Is it ceramic? The colors are too dull to be ceramic.

Nadia: No, it was heavy. I think it’s solid rock.

Alora: Huh. Actually, that’s a little weird. I’ve painted ceramics and sculptures in my day, and I can tell you that either one is time consuming. Sculptures, well, you gotta chip away the rock carefully to get the right shape. That level of detail probably took months! I mean, look at the fur! Is that all carved or a painting technique?

Nadia: Oh, it was all solid, not painted that way. So, that must have been carved too.

Alora: You said it was one of the kids? The school kids that’s in your store all the time?

Nadia: Yeah.

Alora: High school?

Nadia: Yes. Why?

Alora: That’s a lot of dedication and skill for a high schooler. Wouldn’t it be easier to make a ceramic figure? Than carve solid rock?

Nadia: Arcadia is a weird town. I wouldn’t put it past someone to make this a hobby. The kids here aren’t on such tight schedules as you might think.

Alora: Alright. But the thing is just ugly. 

Alora: I’m gonna take a picture of it when I visit and put it on the internet. And make you internet famous.

Nadia: Ugly statue woman?

Alora: I can do better. 

Alora: Frograt.

Nadia: It doesn’t look like a frog.

Alora: Dose eyes.

Alora: Frograt.

Nadia: It doesn’t look like a rat either.

Alora: Frograt.

Nadia: Oh, do whatever you like.

Alora: I’ll split the earnings with you.

Nadia: How much do memes make?

Alora: If you plan everything out carefully with copywrites, it’s a wealthy $0

Nadia: Oh you!

Alora: Seriously, I’ll come visit after summer, if you don’t come visit first.

Nadia: Sounds like a plan to me.

Alora: Which one?

Nadia: You coming to visit. I’m not really a beach person.

Alora: Fine, fine. I’ll swing by in Sept.

Nadia: Yes!

Alora: Gotta go, lots of beach stuff to do.

Nadia: Alright, I’ll talk to you later.

Alora: When you talk to Elisi again, let her know that I still wanna punch her in the face.

Nadia: What?! Why?!

Alora: It’s a running gag. Don’t worry. (laughing emoji)

Nadia: Oh, okay.

Nadia: Have a good one, Alora.

Alora: TTYL

(Two days later)

Alora: (sends a picture of a similar creature statue, curling in fear of something, uncolored)

Alora: Nadia

Nadia: What is that?

Alora: Found this and three others like it on the beach. We need to talk.

Nadia: Why? What’s wrong?

Alora: This is K-Spar. 

Alora: This is a troll.

Nadia: That

Nadia: Doesn’t look like any troll I’ve seen before

Alora: You said Elisi saw a bunch like these at her park?

Nadia: Yes

Alora: Have you found any?

Nadia: No, just the one given to me.

Nadia: Is something going on?

Alora: I don’t have Elisi’s number. Can you give it to me so I can talk to her about this? 

Nadia: Why?

Alora: Hunch.

Nadia: Okay. I’ll try to find any info I can on this.

Nadia: So these statues are tiny, dead trolls?

Alora: There’s no mistaking the texture. This one looks like it got a face full of sunlight.

Alora: Are you telling Mother War that she doesn’t know what a dead troll looks like?

Nadia: No, I just want to be certain.

Alora: Me too.

Alora: Calling Elisi now, thanks Nadia.

Nadia: I wish you well. I’ll try to research what I can. Talk to you soon.

[irish-urn]

I love obviously concerned Derek at Casey working too much, oh my GOD.

Derek threatening to bleach her clothes and Casey SO indignant oh my GOD I love them.

Imagine: a love night with Derek after not seeing him for a while, then 4 days later he brakes into your house and threatens to bleach your clothes omg.

(It's funny, if she's so mad, why doesn't she take away his key?? 😏)

I am. SCREAMING AT THE WRESTLING MATCH OH MY GOD.

"And that had been worse than a cold shower because… because… because how could someone say that when she was obviously trying to claw his eyes out?!" 👀 👀 👀 👀

The retirement home talk.... I'm actually crying brb

"And she’s locked in his gaze, unable to move. There must be at least four different colours in his eyes, and his lashes are long and full, and he’s staring at her with the focus she remembers him showing on the ice rink. She can’t move: it’s not that she’s afraid, but more that she doesn’t even consider it. It’s strangely safe, even as something between them grows and swells and becomes almost… anticipatory…" SCREAMING. SCREAMING. SCREAMING. I have this whole HC about Casey having his undivided attention and ugh. So good.

“Do you remember those appletinis from our last year?”

“Yeah, I remember.” There’s a twist to his voice that she doesn’t quite recognize: humour? Resignation?

Alright, spill. What did Casey do while drunk on appletinis??

The death of me, huh?”

He nods. “And vice versa.”

SCREAMING

Casey on appletinis? I have a headcanon that Casey gets handsy under the influence. She likes grabbing and touching, and she gets giggly and, the drunker she is, the clumsier she is, and then at some point, she always wants to dance — and I'm not talking about a shimmy, I'm talking about a table dance.

So, Casey on appletinis grabs Derek by the arm and asks him to dance with her; she giggles into his shoulder when she trips up and he catches her; she pets at his bicep and blinks up at him when he scolds her; she sings under her breath and twirls in a circle as soon as he lets her go; she stumbles again, and he's gotta wrap an arm around her waist, and she falls into his side... It's a long night for Derek, but she's so happy and so cute and so free, he finds it hard to say no to her.

[something-called-sno]

Eragon (And why this series is a gem)

Uhg, you guys. Ive been re-reading the_ Inheritance Series_ and browsing though the wiki, and can I just say, Eragon. I love him so much. Despite the series being.... Okay you know what, we where kids, like teenagers. Of course we loved the books despite the cheesy writing.   Okay, so this is like more of a rant/ adore post. So bear with me, its kinda messy. <3

Dumb as rocks Eragon, has some fantastic descriptions from the other characters of the book and his power. Yeah, he can kick anyones ass. Lets list them: Appearance:

He started out as a simple farm boy. Skinny, gaunt, almost starving.

Average height

Intense brown eyes

brown hair

An average nobody, honestly

He then starts to train and become more powerful and he has a magic spell cast on him to change his appearance:

Face more angular and smooth

Skin emitting a faint glow of magic

Slanted eyes and tapered ears

Hotter then a sexy dude, and more rugged than a elf.

Like, lets just pause there for a minute. Im swooning. thats like a perfect combination. No wonder everyone was falling over him. BUT HE WAS SO GOD DANG OBLIVIOUS to it.. Like bruh. 

And then how others describe him:

(In Battle) “Garbed like a prince”

“powerful and implacable”

“fearsome warrior”

More noble and feline

Dude. Eragon is so oblivious to all of that. Like amen, he was more concerned about NOT DYING, and running off to go do stupid things that actually turned out to be helpful, than what others thought about him. Hes like the most down to earth guy ever. How could anyone hate him. Hes only trying to survive while going through puberty. Literally. 

His Titles.. Like Aelin Ashryver Galathynius, you gotta step up your game. 

Shadeslayer 

Firesword 

Argetlam 

Shur'tugal

The Last Free Rider (Formerly) 

Bromsson

Son of None (Formerly) 

Bane of the Ra'zac

Morzansson (Formerly)

Elf Friend

Kingkiller

Grand Master of the Dragon Rider order

Leader of the Varden 

Vanquisher of Snails

Little One 

God dammit, if this isnt awesome enough. 

Love interests:

ONLY ONE. Like goddamn, he was oblivious to everyone else. Cough Cough Trianna you are weak. Go away. 

Arya. Arya was his one true love. AND GUESS WHAT? They. Did. Not. End. up. Together. By. the. End. Of. THE. SERIES.

Not even a kiss. (Im sure alot of us where disappointing, because finally Arya had warmed up to Eragon.) Urgm still salty about that. BUT, There was something better.

Arya is starting to reciprocate Eragon's feelings but her sense of duty and fear of Eragon losing interest in her and so betraying her keeps her from fully acknowledging her feelings. BRB, Going to go cry in a corner, because they are perfect for each other and never ended up together. (Im looking at the next book, CP, There better be a reunion with lots of drinking involved)

LIKE I know this shouldnt be about Arya, but Damn, if Im not squealing at thier growing relationship. And while everyone moans how Arya is a cold, rude person, SHE HAS SECRET FEARS AND FEELINGS OKAY?!

BUT THE BEST PART?! Eragon gives her his True name, and she gives him hers. SHE DIDNT EVEN GIVE THAT TO HER FIRST LOVE. If that is not relationship goals, then I need to reevaluate everything, becuase that is far more precious than any kiss ever. (but still, I wanted one kiss)

Ruling.

Eragon never really wanted to rule. Even when Nasuada was kidnapped and he was made successor, (Like what?) he stepped up to the role, but when things went back to normal he stepped back.  Like, his this super powerful magician/Dragon rider, who could probably pulverize everyone and anyone who as much blinked wrong in his direction and establish himself like a God. but no, Little precious Eragon was like:

“Bitch, I did not sign up to lead a rebel group, I only wanna be part of the rebel group and kick butt, while freaking out, because everyone is waiting for me to smash Galby the Evil King to pieces, but im not sure Im strong enough, and I dont want to fail.”  Like, awww. Lil Eragon, as powerful as he is, is a little unsure and insecure, even though he is like the most powerful person in the army. I love him for it. 

Defeating the Evil King:

LOOK AT THIS. Eragon defeated the most Tyrannical ruler by giving him a sense of EMPATHY.

Like, what is this?!** Instead of stabbing him with a sword, he broke into the Kings mind, and made he relive all the sorrow and pain that Galby caused the people, and that broke the King so much, he killed himself!** Like, bro. Game on. Good job, Eragon. I was really hoping for some burning and like a slap, but emotions. Emotions killed the evil king. 

His relationship with Saphira. We gotta look at this backwards.

Saphira is like his mom. Lets be real here. She is the mom like figure he never had.

He cuts his hand on a branch? Momma Saphira is right there to smash the tree to pieces and make sure hes okay

He cuts his chin while shaving. Saphira claws down the bathroom door and gets stuck while trying to rescue Eragon from his clumsiness

Eragon is insulted (By Vanir), Saphira was ready to rip the insulters heart out with her claw.

Like Mom of the Year and LIFE award goes to Saphira his dragon. 

** **

God, I could go on and on about Eragon, and how imperfect he is, and insecure, and failing at picking up chicks, even though he is respected and admired by everyone, and would have no problem with it. 

But then hes like, Dude. I gotta man up and destroy this evil. And hes like, time to kick some ass, and along the way make friends with everyone and unite the whole land, live life. Get this shit done with and just chill out.

Eragon is like.. The best character ever, and his arch and development is so great, everyone needs to read the Inheritance Series. 

Okay, thats it. I think Im done. I could probably go on for like ever, but I ran out of wine and I would be here till like the end of the year.  ** THIS WAS MY CHILDHOOD SERIES. I GREW UP WITH THESE BOOKS. Im freaking 24, and I still kinda obsess over it. **

[inloveamateursatbest]

brb gotta go claw my eyes out

[avengeultrons]

Title: True Colors (Reader x  Matthew Murdock)

Summary: The reader goes out on a coffee run for the team at Nelson and Murdock, only to be approached by someone looking for the Devil of Hell’s Kitchen.

Word Count: 1860

Warnings: Cursing, Violence

A/N: This was a lot of fun I love Matt Murdock!!! I don’t believe anyone requested this lol, but I had some insp so I was like “BRB GOTTA WRITE THAT DOWN!” I hope you enjoy!

--

Boredom struck while you were spinning circles in Matthew Murdock’s office chair, humming a nameless tune and staring up at the ceiling. It was getting late and you were still at the law firm with no signs of going home anytime soon.

You only stopped spinning when you had to; when it felt like your eyes were rolling at the back of your head or that you would throw up. You decided that you had to do something besides sitting around.

“Does anyone want anything while I'm out?” you clambered to your feet, wobbling slightly from the dizziness.

“Where are you headed?” Matt stood in the doorway of Foggy’s office while him and Foggy talked in low voices, case files strewn all over the place.

Matt was always worried about you; no matter the circumstances. He couldn't stop thinking about you, really. He was totally head over heels in love with you. Foggy found this quite amusing and tried his best to tease him about it whenever he could.

“I'm just going to grab a coffee. No one wants any donuts? I really want one and I really need someone else to really want one so I can buy them,” you shrugged your coat on and buttoned it up to your chin; New York was in the midst of a cold snap that you wouldn't want to be caught outside in without at least a hat and gloves on.

Matt laughed lightly, “Donuts sound good,” his cheeks flushed pink while he stared at you, your stomach swarming with butterflies while you waited for Foggy to write down his coffee order on a brightly colored sticky note. He rolled his eyes and passed it to you, looking between you and Matt with a bored expression.  

“Get a room,” he interjected, causing your cheeks to burn with a blush. Of course, he had to tease you about your crush on Matt every chance he got.

“Great,” you smiled while Matt cleared his throat nervously, “I’ll be back in less than an hour, then!” you waved your fingers and draped a scarf around your neck, not leaving until you shot Foggy a death glare.

Sure; it was almost ten o’clock at night and donuts and coffee weren't needed. The three of you had buckled down on a tough case though; you couldn't go back empty handed. In a way; the excess sugar and caffeine was highly necessary.

You had definitely delivered in the donut department with a baker’s dozen; half of them glazed and half of them frosted with chocolate icing that was crazy sweet yet crazy delicious. They were even still warm, miraculously. You balanced the coffees on top of the box as you walked down the sidewalk back to Nelson and Murdock, the heels of your boots clicking loudly against the cold pavement as you trudged on, your gaze focused on the two drinks balancing atop the box of donuts.

“Hey, watch it!” you suddenly came to a halt as you bumped into someone in front of you, the hot coffees for you and Foggy falling down your front. Piping hot, to be exact, they drenched your coat and threatened to burn your skin, “Damn it.”

You tried your best to balance the box of delicious donuts on one hand as you pulled your coat away from your body in an attempt to prevent any burns that might occur. Seriously? You were less than a block away from the law firm!

Before you had a chance to look up at the person who caused you to stumble; you were yanked back by the collar of coat into the alley behind you. The scarf you wore around your neck flew off and dropped on the pavement and your donuts were sent flying across the sidewalk,“What. The. Hell!” you shouted the question more as a protest as you were practically slammed against the brick wall of a building, your head smashing and eyes almost rolling in the back of your head as the wind was knocked out of you.

“Was that necessary?” you sputtered, both frightened and pissed off. You'd lived in New York all your life and had managed to stay away from being jumped or mugged. Well, until this particular evening.

“Where is he?” Though you couldn't see the person’s face; their evil, gravelly voice was enough to scare you. They asked the question like you were supposed to know the “he” they were referring to.

“You must have the wrong person,” you gave a half laugh, which aggravated your assaulter. The grip on your shoulder tightened and you were somehow pushed harder into the brick, a loud yelp escaping your lips.

“The Devil of Hell's Kitchen. Where is he?” if you weren't restrained so tightly; you would've thrown a punch and ran. You felt helpless standing there shivering from both fear and the bitter cold.

“That superhero? I wish I knew who he was. Now, if you could let me go… I'll be on my way and we can pretend this never happened!” you tried to remove yourself from the restraints when one of their hands clasped around your neck.

“I know you're not lying to me,” they snarled, so close to your face that spit was landing on your cheeks. You gasped for air, clawing at your neck with your free hand. You could feel the hot blood bubbling up inside you and flushing your face until it turned a deep red, on the break of turning purple.

“Let her go,” Could it be? The one person this criminal was after yanking the criminal off of you?

Daredevil in all his red, superhero suit glory shoved the assaulter hard until he fell to the ground while you stared in awe, simultaneously massaging your neck and trying to control your shallow and wheezy breathing. You could practically feel your throat swelling by the second as you stood there hunched over your knees, watching the two of them fight.

Now; you didn't want to be one to tell another human being what to do. Especially not a superhero who was obviously more capable at saving the world; but this guy just wasn't letting up on the criminal; the Daredevil was beating him to a pulp. Blood splatters flecked his suit like a Pollock painting as he punched him, his jaw clenched tightly as he did so.

“Hey, hey. I think he's had enough,” you choked out from your safe spot next to the wall. When no one turned to acknowledge you; you lunged forward and grabbed ahold of the hero’s forearm.

He sputtered and threw his arm back from your sudden touch, “It’s okay. It’s okay!” you shouted, slinking back against the wall, “I'm not a bad guy,” you spoke gently, trying not to startle him. You could see that his face was already started to bruise, blood was drying under one of his nostrils over his top lip. He reached up to wipe it away swiftly, wincing as he did so.

“Are you hurt?” he reached a hand out to you, his finger grazing over your neck as he traced the pattern of the criminal’s hands already beginning to swell. His jaw clenched as he did so, the hand had left a very obvious mark on your neck. You were going to have to wear a turtleneck for a couple of weeks to hide it from Foggy and Matt.

“Nothing I can't manage,” you shrugged, dusting the front of your coat off. Your coat was now cold where the cups of coffee had been dumped, sending a chill down your spine, “My friends are going to be asking lots of questions.”  

His hand travelled up to your face and lingered over your cheek, sending a kaleidoscope of butterflies loose in your stomach to flutter around wildly. A feeling of déjà vu washed over you and you tried to shake the sudden feeling of familiarity off, “I-I’d better get going,” you stammered, chewing on your bottom lip nervously.

He dropped his hand and nodded curtly, his cheeks burning with a deep red blush, “Please, let me walk with you.” It almost felt like you and a superhero were having a... moment? That couldn’t be.

“It's fine, really. I've gotta think up an excuse as to why I don't have a box of donuts and my friend’s coffee,” you and the Devil of Hell’s Kitchen walked out of the alley side by side. In all honesty; you definitely wanted him to walk with you. You weren't even a block away but you were freaked out.

This caused him to chuckle lightly, “I'm sure it'll be fine. They'll just be worried about you. Please, be safe,” he sounded genuinely concerned about the rest of your trek back. You sighed and scooped your scarf up from the ground and threw all of the trash away in the nearest garbage can, wringing the knit scarf in your hands nervously.

Before you began the short walk back to Nelson and Murdock, you kissed him on the cheek. You don't know exactly what made you do it; maybe it was the odd feeling that you knew this person, “You, too,” you said quietly, your cheeks turning pink as you turned on your heel to walk back, a smile spreading across your face. You'd just kissed the Daredevil’s cheek!

“Oh, thank God. There you are, Y/N!” Foggy exhaled loudly and threw his arms around you in a tight hug as soon as you threw open the door. You winced as he practically crushed you in his hug, “No offense, but you kind of look like shit. What happened to your neck, and where the hell is Matt?” he asked you, still gripping tightly onto your shoulders.

“It’s fine, Foggy,” you decided to spare him on the details, “Sorry, kinda lost our coffees and donuts,” you sighed, a hand reaching up to your neck. There had to be some painkillers in your desk somewhere, “I thought Matthew was here?”

“No, he left to look for you. After exactly sixty minutes, he started to get worried. Such a lovesick puppy,” Foggy busied himself with looking for pain medication for you, not aware of what he had just said. You, of course, were. Your cheeks turned bright red; surely he didn't mean it.

While rummaging through your desk, you heard someone stumble in behind you, crawling in through your open window and almost crashing to the floor. You definitely didn't have that open earlier; it was too cold.

Because of the night's recent events; you whipped around with a stapler raised over your head as if a couple staples would stop them from hurting you or Foggy.

“Matt? Oh, right. She doesn't know,” Foggy stepped in next to you and the Devil of Hell’s Kitchen. Well, apparently Matt, “Oh, shit.”

You dropped the stapler back onto our desk, a sudden feeling of betrayal and anger washing over you. Matt took off his Daredevil mask sheepishly, tucking it under one of his arms as you spoke, arms crossed and lips pursed, “Looks like you've got some explaining to do, Daredevil.”

[dayone2012]

A lot of people ask me, they say " hey lay- are you a black magic wizard and if so how did it happen?" To which I always say- "lol, no no no- wait, who told you, I mean what did they say? People making shut up bout ol Lay? Brb, gotta get my cauldron and sort some shit out" then I'm all "JK" about it. Or am I? I am...aren't I? The fact is I learned my "craft" from Martha Stewart who is as we all know a dark and powerful witch- BUT I only learned how to bake the perfect cupcake which was the first thing in this latest of "just deserts" series. See that lil blue icing cutie? She came from MS which craft first. As a byproduct of these difficult lessons I had to learn how to write out the recipe in a long and tedious esoteric and symbolic warlock-style recipe to infuse the ancient cotton paper with the intention of making the worlds most seductive sugary snack with perfect measurements of each of the fundamental ingredients. If you look close at the central black magic drawing~ if you have the time and patience and have the eyes of a warlock and master chef you too will be able to bake the perfect cupcake in the safety of your own home without fear of ancient succubi clawing at your door. The breath of life however is a different spell and you'll have to do a lot more work and go on like six quests, discovering the mysteries of 9 different truths and conquer the 9 demons which guard each secret. It's hard as fuck, takes 7 years at least and I got a bad scratch on my hand from doing it so if you just want a tasty cupcake then just read the goddamn witch parchment and preheat the oven you animals! Or also just go to Martha Stewart's website and I'm pretty sure it's there too. Nothing matters anyway so who cares! Just Let them eat cake for Crissakes! X L

[rurounidrift]

Jan 11 Blurr’s Horror Stream - I Am Not a Serial Killer

Drift helped zip-tie people together.

Also, he finally gave Blurr the coordinates to his alternate and Ratchet, so Blurr can pass them on to Tarn to kill.

Welcome to the 'speedxstealer' room. The chat room has been cleared by the moderator. Drift: *drift has arrived Early As Hell tonight* ItsyBitsySpyers: *Soundwave and the group nod to Drift from his couch.* B l u r r: / here he comes, stumbling in and hopping on a mangled leg / Whirl: *trotting right behind him, keeping a close eye on Blurr in case he topples* Drift: ... Good mission? Whirl: *also, he looks next to nothing like himself. Also there is just a straight up hole punched in his side. Just right through him* Drift: *so, REALLY good mission* ItsyBitsySpyers: *Soundwave leans back slightly at the sight of you two.* ItsyBitsySpyers: [[Why are you not both in the medbay?]] B l u r r: / hops a little and tries to step on his pede / It wasn't even a mission Drift: Heroic rescue trip. Whirl: Hell yeah it went well! B l u r r: Not a hero /hisses and yanks some wiring out of his leg / Drift: *starts rummaging around in his pockets. He's got a hole punch and zip ties somewhere.* Whirl: And we're fine, we're fine. We're on the ship, that's good enough. Drift: Don't, don't—leave that in there. It's supposed to be on the inside. B l u r r: *it's B l u r r: It's hurting. So, t's coming out. Whirl: Oh, no, don't let him fool you. He's a hero. He's a COMPLETE hero. One undred percent. B l u r r: .. /hisses at Whirl / Drift: It'll hurt more if you tug on it. B l u r r: ... /sulks / ItsyBitsySpyers: \\HEY! YOU LISTEN TO 'IM. DON'T BE PULLIN' THAT SCRAP OUT.\\ Whirl: *rattles his long new rotors in reply. He isn't even slighlty admonished* B l u r r: / rolls optic and moves to sit down. Flops. / ItsyBitsySpyers: \\THEY AIN'T HURT YA BAD ENOUGH FOR RIPPIN' IT OUT THEIR OWN SELVES, THEY DON'T GET YA DOIN' IT FOR 'EM.\\ Whirl: Listen to Frenzy, Teach. Besides, the less you rip up now, the more HE gets to step on. Whirl: *sly look* If you know what I mean. Drift: Frenzy, you wanna come help patch him up? I can close the holes up. *holds up zip ties* B l u r r: ... /gets an odd expression/ Pits I just want him to crush my throat with his servo... Drift: *looks at Whirl* You're not getting out of getting patched up too. Whirl: *SNICKERS and pats Blurr's shoulder with one huge claw* I know, Teach. I know. B l u r r: / grumbles / We have yet to find him... ItsyBitsySpyers: *Frenzy "mutters" something about crushing something else if these two get filled with rust and goes to help Drift* Airachnid: [sneaks in] Whirl: *waves Drift off, turning to approach his hammock dubiously. He's still not 100% adjusted to all this new armor and doesn't trust his balance* I'll be fine. Just get me a sock or something. Shockbox: /he arrives at last. anyone who knew him well enough could tell from the way he moved that he was exhausted, but damn if he wasn't going to get his weekly dose of human media enrichment. Whirl: *bobs his head to Airachnid--though she might not present recognize Whirl, as he looks Extremely Different* B l u r r: / waves a claw at Airachnid / Drift: Oh no. I'm patching you up. You've got a gaping hole. B l u r r: /snickers at Whirl / Drift: ((it's still spinning for me. why..... ItsyBitsySpyers: *Soundwave bobs his helm at the small Shockwave.* B l u r r: [[ it might be LS. Apparently LS is, as always, experiencing problems ]] Airachnid: [waves in return and takes her normal position in the back] Drift: ((is it for anyone else?)) ItsyBitsySpyers: ((how many tabs you got open? it's workin fine here...)) Airachnid: yeah same)) Drift: ((less than usual)) Airachnid: yeah same)) Drift: ((then I'm the lucky duck. SIGH)) Shockbox: /he registers the nod after a few seconds, and nods back. on his way to his usual seat, he grabs a small bowl of energon goods. ItsyBitsySpyers: [[Long project?]] Whirl: *sloowly testing the hammock, pushing on it, leaning on it, etc* It's not GAPING. And it's not bleeding any more, it's fine. ItsyBitsySpyers: ((try incognito???)) Drift: ((there it goes)) Whirl: ((brb, i must clean up a spill, assume Wghirl is like. Hilariously slowly getting into this hammock* Drift: ((i refreshed)) ItsyBitsySpyers: ((aaaaaay)) B l u r r: [[ yaaay ]] B l u r r: [[ lemme know when yall are back / ready ]] ItsyBitsySpyers: ((ready when y'all are)) Shockbox: (( my body may be exhausted, but it is still ready. )) Airachnid: my head's stuffed up but I'll be fine. Eventually)) Shockbox: So, I presume the protagonist of this series is, in fact, not a serial killer? B l u r r: / anyway. Will watch Drift and Frenzy work on Whirl with an amused expression / B l u r r: I'm not sure. I've never seen this one. Being on Earth again has updated my horror library. Shockbox: ((*film, not series )) Shockbox: I suppose we shall find out for ourselves, then. Whirl: ((OK BACK)) B l u r r: Mm yes, I think so. /twisting wiring around his digits from his leg / I'm thrilled. Drift: You never know, he might be lying. Whirl: *HE IS IN THE HAMMOCK, success. He can't lounge though because his new rotor array is on his back, so he just sits up* B l u r r: [[ OKAY is everyone here / ready?? ]] Whirl: ((ye!)) Shockbox: (( like 9000 ready. )) B l u r r: [[ Puff, is it working for you okay now? ]] Whirl: *looks to Airachnid* Didn't see you at the movie night on Monday. Drift: ((ye)) Airachnid: I just hope there's a decent amount of human blood. Airachnid: I was otherwise engaged. Airachnid: aka MY F*CKING INTERNET WENT OUT)) B l u r r: [[ rUDE ]] Shockbox: (( awh....you missed shockwave night...)) Whirl: Ohh, if you wanna see some human blood, you should get some footage from Teach later! *pulls out a half cube of The Good Stuff and toasts the memory of carnage* Shockbox: (( a tragedy. )) B l u r r: [[ okay i shall start now ]] Whirl: Nobody does bloodshed quite like Blurr. Drift: Okay. Whirl. Look. You've got a hole in your side. *holds up a hole punch and zip ties* You're gonna at least let me close it up. Airachnid: for the whole damn night. no reason either)) B l u r r: / snort / No one knows how to murder like I do. Airachnid: I just want to see human blood and not get in trouble for it. B l u r r: / eyeing Whirl. Vents. The Good Stuff better not be anything not allowed on the ship / FakeProwl: *appears! and just in time* Whirl: *watches Drift with a deadpal expression and just takes a long pull* Shh. Movie's starting. Whirl: @Drift: It's not as bad as it looks, I promise. Take care of Teach first. ItsyBitsySpyers: *Makes room next to himself and the minis. Prowl is welcome to it.* Whirl: *HE FORGOT AGAIN, TELL HIM AND HE'LL STOP* ItsyBitsySpyers: \\AIN'T WE OR AIN'T WE NOT ZIPPIN' SOMEONE?\\ Whirl: *HE JUST WANTED TO TASTE A THING* B l u r r: / HOW DO YOU FORGET THE ONLY ' NO ' RULE HE HAS / Drift: @Whirl «I can't help with that kind of damage. I can close holes and that's about it. Frenzy's gotta look at him first.» Whirl: *BECAUSE I DID TOO* B l u r r: / he doesn't have to tell Whirl. Someone else will / Airachnid: [she's not even going to question what happened to Whirl] Whirl: ((omfg chistopher lloyd.....)) Drift: We're zipping someone. Can you look at Blurr while I close Whirl up? Piston: [ leans over the couch. Taps the cube ] This is an illegal substance, Whirl. FakeProwl: *sits with* Whirl: (9BEST *** INTO HAHA)) Piston: [ as a silent, terrifying mortician, he has snuck in without a word or sound ] ItsyBitsySpyers: \\YEAH, GUESS SO. C'MERE, SPEEDY ONE.\\ B l u r r: / grumbles/ My medic will fix it. ItsyBitsySpyers: \\YEAH? 'N WHOZAT?\\ Whirl: A zip tie isn't gonna fix this, mech, it'll be fine. *AND THEN IMMEDIATELY JUMPS AND LOOKS OVER HIS SHOULDER* Where the frag did YOU come from!? Whirl: ...But. oh. Damn. Sorry, Teach. *subspaces it, and then pulls out a cube of regular old midgrade* Whirl: I got excited. Wanted to delebrate. Piston: I live here. [ dull stare ] Drift: ... Then I'm zip tying you after Frenzy's done with you. Shockbox: /he sprawls out on his lonely couch. though he would usually have no problem resisting the urge to nod off, getting the chance to sit still after bustling about all day might just entice him into -* Shockbox: *-rechage.* B l u r r: / vents and leans back. / Whirl: *turns and takes a long drink of his canister while returning Piston's dull stare* Rght. B l u r r: I say help patch up Whirl. ItsyBitsySpyers: \\Y'AIN'T MY BOSS.\\ Piston: [ props an elbow on the couch. Looks at Drift and Frenzy ] Hello again, Drift. Drift: ... Frenzy, who needs to be patched first? Whirl: Again--sorry. Forgot. Hey, Frenzy, d9o you know if they make a non-high-grade verison of... *pauses* ItsyBitsySpyers: *He's gonna start peeking at that mangled leg* Drift: *nods at Piston* Hey. Whirl: *something feels weird. Whirl shifts and looks down. His hammock is getting wet. Because the ful he just tried to drink is leaking out of his side-hole* Whirl: ... ItsyBitsySpyers: *Laserbeak, sensing semi-unattended treats, joins SHockwave on his lonely couch and starts sneaking treats from the bowl* B l u r r: / grumbles and shifts leg away / It's just missing plating. All the mechanisms work. ItsyBitsySpyers: @Prowl: (txt): Company missed before. Prowl safe since last meeting? New news? Whirl: Okay. So. ...okay, fine. *side-eyes Piston* Drift can patch me up. DRIFT. Piston: [ moves from the couch and wanders around the hammock. Stares at Whirl] Frame can be modified, then? ItsyBitsySpyers: \\UH-HUH. I'MMA BELIEVE THAT CAUSE WHY?\\ Piston: This is not what I catalogued. No, no. Something much more complex. Blending into Tyran... [ monotone ] How fascinating. Whirl: *slowly swivels his helm to keep Piston in his sights* Yep. This is a pretty minor one: changed my alt-mode. Shockbox: *he jumps a bit at a sudden shifting sensation, attempting to identify the source of movement.* B l u r r: / glances at Frenzy and scowls/ My legs are complex... Airachnid: Ah, brings back memories. Drift: I'm waiting for Frenzy's call. Whirl: *antenna slowly pins back* ... I spent most of my life looking like this. ItsyBitsySpyers: *Oh yeah. He was, wasn't he? Frenzy looks over and - is Whirl leaking.* FakeProwl: *ugh. serial killer fanboy.* Shockbox: *ah, it's lazerbeak. he gives a slight nod, pushing the bowl a little in her direction and returns his dazed attention back to the screen.* Piston: Yes. [ leans forward just a little more ] I like it. Whirl: *now looks to Frenzy. Don't u dare stick himwith Piston* ItsyBitsySpyers: \\BOTHA BUNCHA... I OUGHTA POP ANOTHER HOLE INTO YA.\\ Whirl: Well. *leans back a LITTLE. Just a little* Well. ...good? Piston: ... Yes. [moves to walk away and settles in his own seat ] ItsyBitsySpyers: \\IN MY LEARNIN' OPINION, THE DUMBAFT LEAKIN' HIS FUEL PROBABLY GOTTA GO GET SURGERIED FIRST.\\ ItsyBitsySpyers: \\I AIN'T LEARNED TANKS YET.\\ Whirl: ((THERE HE BEEEE)) FakeProwl: @Soundwave «Yes, safe. Tarantulas has been bugging me. Nothing else has changed.» B l u r r: [[ there he iiiiisss ]] Whirl: *relaxes a bit, watching Piston walk away, puzzled* Airachnid: Would you like me to use some webbing to temporarily patch the wound? Whirl: ...*tilts his head* Would that work? ItsyBitsySpyers: \\...IT CLEAN?\\ Airachnid: Yes. FakeProwl: @Soundwave «And Chromedome called me, but had nothing of worth to say.» Airachnid: To both questions. Whirl: Well. Sure, mech. Give it a shot. Come on over. *he's gonna sit up a bit straighter to give her a better view and shot* ItsyBitsySpyers: *Frenzy chews on a thumb claw.* \\GUESS SO. BETTER'N PASSIN' OUT.\\ Drift: I was gonna suggest duct tape, but it gets greasy and falls off. So yeah, web sounds good. Airachnid: [she's going to get up and walk over to where Whirl is] Whirl: *bobs his head cordially; he seems quite pleased with this solution* Just gob it right up in there. ItsyBitsySpyers: @Prowl: (txt): Tarantulas attention wanted? Iacon progress? Soundwave can of-- ItsyBitsySpyers: *HOLD ON NOW* B l u r r: ... /twitches finials. Ignoring all this medical talk. Watching this movie / Airachnid: [she gives a nod and webs up the wound for now] Of course it'll need to be changed eventually. B l u r r: [[ guys lemme know if it starts tanking stream wise ]] Drift: ((fine so far)) Whirl: Yeah, I'll need to get everything, y'know, FIXED fixed before we go into a battle again. ItsyBitsySpyers: @Prowl: (txt): What wanted, this Chromedome. Prowl all right? Which alternate? Whirl: *gonna lean a  little and scoot to the side. Airachnid is welcome to share the hammock, if she deigns to* ItsyBitsySpyers: \\DUCT TAPE AIN'T SO BAD IF YA STICK IT ON MOUTHS. ANYWAY.\\ Grabs for Blurr's leg again. \\GIMME, NERD.\\ Airachnid: ... [eh. might as well. She gets into the hammock as well] Airachnid: [copter hammock] FakeProwl: @Soundwave «Fine, I'm fine. He tried to tell me lies about what memory he took from me in an attempt to manipulate me into agreeing to a verbal conversation.» Whirl: *SCORE* B l u r r: / tries to pull his leg away / Whirl: Hey now, Teach. I took my medicine, time fo you to take yours. B l u r r: / waves claw. / Whirl: I'll hold him down if you want, Frenzy. *TOTAL TRAITOR* ItsyBitsySpyers: \\GOOD. HURRY UP. HE'S FAST.\\ B l u r r: Don't touch me... Whirl: You gonna make me do it, Teach? Or you gonna behave? B l u r r: / scoffs and sticks his leg out / Do not touch anything inside. ItsyBitsySpyers: \\FINALLY.\\ Gonna get peeping inside. ItsyBitsySpyers: @Prowl: (txt): What lies told? Expected conversation purpose? B l u r r: Just shove the wiring inside and wrap my leg up. Don't go poking around. ItsyBitsySpyers: *Squint.* \\Y'BETTER SEE THAT MEDIC AFTER.\\ B l u r r: ... /smirks wider / Whirl: Yeah, Piston. Why don't you make yourself useful? Go see to your captain? B l u r r: K-Kyeheheheh... /props chin on claw/ ItsyBitsySpyers: *Gets shoving. He's gonna start charging for all this doctorin' stuff, he swears.* Airachnid: [so many memories of academy. Fun] Piston: I will. Right now, we are constructing an outer armor casing for his leg back in medical. B l u r r: I knew someone like her... /vents / FakeProwl: @Soundwave «He tried to tell me that he deleted my memory because I blackmailed him. Last time, he told me he deleted my memory because I was in love with him and embarrassed him.» Whirl: *he is not gonna even comment or think about this too much. He doesn't need anyone to know about is corpse-cave* B l u r r: Now I know someone like that, but he's much more cheery! Ain't yah, Piston? K-Kyeheheheh. Piston: ... Ha. Ha. [ dull laugh. Literally as it is read. ha. ha. ] FakeProwl: @Soundwave «The story changes every time. He's trying out stories until he finds one that sticks. None are logically plausible.» ItsyBitsySpyers: *Frenzy whistles to Drift. Got more zip ties?* ItsyBitsySpyers: *Not gonna leave room for Blurr to be picking wires back out* Drift: *got 'em.* Want me to put them in? I'm a pro. Whirl: Taking bets now--it's the therapist. Airachnid: Now that would be a plot twist. Drift: That'd make sense. He's trying to frame the kid by telling people he's a sociopath. B l u r r: / tilts helm/ What if the kid doesn't need framing? Whirl: *points at Drift* Yep. Whirl: Like that movie with the monsters--Nightbreed. Drift: Therapists aren't supposed to share stuff like that. Whirl: You groom your patient and put ideas in their head. Airachnid: This reminds me of my younger years, only I didn't have a therapist. Whirl: But, I could be wrong. *looks to Airachnid* Yeah? Count yourself lucky. B l u r r: They tried to give me one once... ItsyBitsySpyers: \\YA MIND?\\ He scoots out of the way. \\HE PROBABLY AIN'T GONNA PUNCH -YOU- IF IT HURTS.\\ Whirl: ...*pauses, and then relents* Well. Okkay. To be fair, Rung's... noit a bad sort. He's all right. B l u r r: He didn't taste very good. B l u r r: A little bland with awful ideas. B l u r r: Stale. That's how he tasted. Stale. Whirl: Heh. Was his name Froid? FakeProwl: *did have a therapist. a diagnosis of sociopathy was batted around. absolutely not contributing that to the conversation.* Airachnid: Never really wanted one. And when everyone is dying to psychoanalyze you, it gets annoying. B l u r r: ... No, I don't remember his name. Whirl: That guy's a real... He's. I mean, what a jerk. ItsyBitsySpyers: *None of Soundwave's group have been to a therapist. Primus only knows what one would do with them.* B l u r r: Eugh, I hate when mechs do that. They act like they know everything based on one tiny interaction. Airachnid: Medical school was quite irritating. B l u r r: ... !!! FakeProwl: *ugh now they're talking about froid. quick. what was soundwave's other question.* Airachnid: Well then. Shockbox: (( isn't that how the terminator kills people? )) Whirl: *pauses; momentary blank look* ... Yeah. But, anyway, unfortunately, mine's mandated. Shockbox: (( /has not watched terminator. )) ItsyBitsySpyers: @Prowl: (txt): More information needed. Chromedome not familiar mech yet. What not plausible about presented stories? Whirl: O-HO. Count me wrong, then. ItsyBitsySpyers: ((it's how the one in the sequel does)) Whirl: ((i have not seen term 2)) B l u r r: ... wow. He's like us! B l u r r: / points/ That's what we do !!! B l u r r: / excited leg kick / Whirl: *now looks to Airachnid* You went to medic school? Shockbox: (( interesting. i remember seeing that sort of thing in a review once. )) ItsyBitsySpyers: \\YOU WAS IN MEDICAL SCHOOL, AIRACHNID?\\ Whirl: ((PFFT, HIVEMIND, FRENZY)) Airachnid: Arachnicons, like myself, are often medics as we can produce webbing and that functions as bandages. FakeProwl: @Soundwave «I lost interest in him very shortly after we broke up, long before he became an expert in mnemosurgeon.» B l u r r: ... /makes a slight face/ A lot of people in this... remind me of people I knew once. Airachnid: [gestures to Whirl's now bandaged wound] Whirl: Hmm. I see. *examines his own* Whirl: So far no leaks, so, not bad, mech. Airachnid: But, unfortunately, I was not CREATED to be a medic, so it did not work out. ItsyBitsySpyers: \\HUH. Y'EVER MEET... FRAG. WHATSERFACE. COG SOMETHIN'. REMEDY TALKS 'BOUT 'ER SOMETIMES.\\ FakeProwl: @Soundwave «And I wouldn't have blackmailed him because I've never needed to, he's always been eager to get more work.» Whirl: ...yeah. Sucks when you have different ideas as to what you wanna be. ItsyBitsySpyers: *He has no idea how old Airachnid is or isn't, so he's just throwing darts here* Whirl: *he feels ya* Airachnid: I mean, if I had just passed one more class, I could have been a medic, but my teacher failed me because I wasn't made to be one. Airachnid: So I killed him. Whirl: *LAUGHS* ItsyBitsySpyers: *Ravage snorts.* Airachnid: Not all arachnicons know each other. B l u r r: / makes a face/ He should have failed you for more logical reasons. B l u r r: Failing someone just because they don't seem to be part of the function means that the teacher was lazy. Whirl: On behalf of all teachers everywhere--and I'm sure Blurr can agree with me--I say, good job. Airachnid: No, he was a functionalist. FakeProwl: @Soundwave «Of course—if he modified my memories extensively and thoroughly enough, EITHER of those stories could be true. I have no way to know.» B l u r r: Why would I agree with you? FakeProwl: @Soundwave «But neither lines up with what I DO know.» Whirl: Because a lazy teacher deserves to be murdered by his students. Especially a FUNCITONIST one. B l u r r: / he spaced out / Killing him? Yes, he sounded lazy. A terrible teacher. By all means. Is that what I'm agreeing on? Whirl: Yes. ...you ste you're all right? Airachnid: He was insufferable too. So he deserved it. B l u r r: Hm? B l u r r: [[ his handwriting is so weird wtf ]] ItsyBitsySpyers: *Soundwave glances up at the ceiling, thinking.* Airachnid: After that, of course, I couldn't get my medical degree so I became a bounty hunter in Kaon. Amazing how things can change. Whirl: Like, you're still with us, right, Teach? Not lsot too much fuel? Whirl: *looks to Airachnid; he seems genuinely interested* Bounty hunting before the war, eh? How well did THAT go? ItsyBitsySpyers: \\IF HE'S DYIN', I DIDN'T DO IT.\\ B l u r r: ... / twitches finials/ Ah. Yes. / settles. He's not all there but he's okay / FakeProwl: @Soundwave «He's been talking about trying to make amends and talk to me again. I suspects he wants to persuade me to meet in person. He probably wants to go after my memories again. Don't know why.» Airachnid: It paid well and there were plenty of mecha hiring. Whirl: *dryly* I hereby absolve you of all guilt, Frenzy. Whirl: ...THIS time. Whirl: For THIS specific instance. Whirl: ((pfft, emmett. I see what u did there)) ItsyBitsySpyers: *Prowl doesn't have -no- way to know. Soundwave could dig into Chromedome and find out himself. He's been wanting to do it since he found out about Chromedome in the first place. But he also said he-- ItsyBitsySpyers: wouldn't become a pet mnemosurgeon. And Prowl hated the idea so much with Tarantulas...* B l u r r: ... Is he going to take his spine? That would just make my day.../muttering/ ItsyBitsySpyers: *Stops staring at the ceiling and looks back to Prowl.* Whirl: It's absolutely NOT ethical. Whirl: *antenna pins back* FakeProwl: That's extremely unethical. Whirl: ...*shakes his head and returns his attention to more pleasant things* Did you mostly run jobs for the Functionists, or for the 'Cons? Or what? Airachnid: Well, yes. Airachnid: The Decepticons were not formed at the time B l u r r: ... /slouches a little / Drift: ... *nudges blurr* Airachnid: Mostly criminals trying to get other criminals. B l u r r: /shifts a bit / Hm? Whirl: Ever take a hit on the establishment? Drift: Sup? *blurr's slouchin* B l u r r: ... /thinking/ Nothing, it's just that this reminds me of a lt. B l u r r: *lot Airachnid: I went after anyone. Some happened to be under that kind of label as well. Whirl: ...*looks over* Hey, Teach. Don't let he memories get to ya. Becaus we're HERE, now. Whirl: Kicking aft, taking names, getting shot--all the good things in life! Whirl: *adds, with another sly, sidelong look* Getting stepped on. Maybe. B l u r r: ... oh stop /snort / Whirl: *shrugs* Fair enough. If I'd been out and about around that time, I might've done the same. ItsyBitsySpyers: @Prowl: (txt): Prowl under Soundwave, deployer protection if Chromedome visit helps uncover truth. Avatar also possible.-- Whirl: I'm telling you, mech. It's gonna happen. I'm not gonna let you down. B l u r r: Hnnn.. ItsyBitsySpyers: Would put Chromedome down, provide recorded evidence if second attack attempted. Shockbox: (( this reminds me of an old story written by lovecraft. )) ItsyBitsySpyers: *He says 'attempted' because there's no way he'd let it actually happen.* FakeProwl: @Soundwave «... I can't.» B l u r r: /vents and sets his leg out straight in front of him/ It reminds me of things I'm fond of. Harvesting for parts. Drift: ((which story? i don't remember one like this)) B l u r r: It's the people around him that strike familiar . Whirl: ((this is based on a book actually!)) ItsyBitsySpyers: @Prowl: (txt): ...Arrest restriction? Personal comfort? Whirl: *nods to Blurr* Gotcha, Teach. ...*now swivels his helm about to regard Frenzy. Is he done with medic duty? Does he need  aseat?* FakeProwl: @Soundwave «I can't be near him.» *absent-mindedly rubs the back of his neck* B l u r r: [[ good news: whatever I ate today that messed me up is done messing me up. Bad news: I'm hungry but afeared to eat ]] ItsyBitsySpyers: *Small ping. You're doing the thing.* ItsyBitsySpyers: *Frenzy's good on the floor, he's watching all this weird killers who are and aren't.* Whirl: ((LMAO I WENT TO THE imdb to look up brooke's actress cos the girl seems familiar and C/ LLoyd's character name is Crowley)) FakeProwl: *quickly laces hands in lap* Whirl: *then that is quite fine* FakeProwl: Don't taunt the monster, you idiot. Now he has an opportunity to get his guard up. B l u r r: Not if he needs constant harvesting B l u r r: if you scare him to stay inside, his parts rot and he can't get to a new source. B l u r r: In a way, he's actually quite smart. ItsyBitsySpyers: @Prowl: (txt): Understood. ItsyBitsySpyers: *Believe him, he gets it.* Drift: *... comm ping to blurr* B l u r r: / twitches finial. Pings back/ @Drift: :: Hm? :: Whirl: ((WILLIAM BLAKE)) Whirl: ((AND WHAT HAND, AND WHAT ART, COULD TWIST THE SINEWS OF THY HERAT)) Whirl: ((william blake man. lovim. me and him have the sam bday y'all)) B l u r r: [[[ nice ]] Drift: @Blurr «This is where my alternate is landed right now.» *a set of coordinates.* ItsyBitsySpyers: @Prowl: (txt): ... Could assign Soundwave intercept duty. Make Soundwave Prowl's 'voice'. Chromedome, Trepan appearing; multiple contact attempts... disliked, distrusted. Should hunt truth. B l u r r: @Drift: :: Hnn? I thought you changed your mind? :: Whirl: Hmm. Drift: @Blurr «I had to think about it. But, I want to go through with it.» B l u r r: @Drift: ::Well, if you're sure. Once I give them, I can't stop it. :: Drift: @Blurr «I know. I'm sure.» B l u r r: / vents and slides over to lean on. Comfy / Whirl: *has been very twitchy since he arrived. Small little movements, rotor shuffles, etc. Constant fidgeting. Sorry Airachnid* Shockbox: (( hahahahahahah i saw that coming )) FakeProwl: @Soundwave «Right now, the Constructicons are intercepting. Chromedome knows I want nothing to do with him so long as he has my memory and I don't.» Airachnid: [she's fine, she hardly notices] B l u r r: @Drift: :: Well, if you're sure. :: ItsyBitsySpyers: (AHA i was sitting here wondering why i knew the lead)) ItsyBitsySpyers: ((they were in that wild things movie a while back)) B l u r r: @Drift: :: I'll have to tell you when it's done, if you want to know? :: Drift: @Blurr «Yeah. Wait until I'm over for movie night to tell me. I don't want any long-range comms that might be tracked.» B l u r r: @Drift: :: Naturally. I'll be here every time, you know. :: Whirl: ((christopher lloyd is so *** good in this)) B l u r r: [[ yeeessss ]] Drift: @Blurr «I know. ... Thanks.» B l u r r: @Drift: :: Oh, you know me. Hero to all, apparently. :: /rolls optic / Whirl: So is she still dating the therapist? ItsyBitsySpyers: *Wants nothing more than to offer to rip it out and put it back.* FakeProwl: *can't ask that* Whirl: Tiger. That comes back again. Hmmm. Whirl: *clicks claws clowly, contemplatively* Whirl: Wonder if that's significant. B l u r r: [[ the beanie ]] Airachnid: the pandie)) Whirl: ((The Beanie)) Shockbox: (( such a serious moment )) B l u r r: [[ the music. the pandiie ]] Shockbox: (( you can see the pain in his eyes as he slips on the adorable panda mask )) B l u r r: ... / sinks down more / Whirl: *tilts his head to an even further degree* Shockbox: (( this is some very LoZ: TP music. )) B l u r r: / going to stick his apparently zip tied leg out / B l u r r: / hurts at the moment / Drift: *wraps arm around blurr* Airachnid: [she's very focused on this. she's even starting to blep] Whirl: ((oh my ufccing god)) Whirl: ((the mental image of an airachnid blep has killed me. goodbye curle worl)) Airachnid: glad I could help)) Shockbox: (( goodbye curle whirl )) Shockbox: (( but yeah that's hella cute )) B l u r r: / leans on Drift / Whirl: ((is similarly engrossed so has not noticed the blep* Whirl: Oh, COME ON, you big baby. At least he told you the truth! Airachnid: Indeed. He has no right to complain. FakeProwl: *... mildly empathizes with main character.* FakeProwl: *isn't a sociopath. doesn't fantasize about killing people. but.* Shockbox: If the human had simply communicated the amount of danger he was really in, his friend might have considered him mad enough to let his words slide. FakeProwl: *the rules, to try to appear normal? the fear of being abnormal?* B l u r r: If the world didn't make it so hard to be abnormal, maybe people wouldn't have to worry about being normal. B l u r r: / holds out claws like duh / Whirl: ((i have that same cup...)) B l u r r: [[ same ]] Airachnid: we used to)) B l u r r: / sinks down more / Whirl: Well, the world's not gonna change. It's kind of amusing how similar it is across multiversal boundaries. Whirl: The thing is, you just gotta be ready to FIGHT the world. B l u r r: ...How endearing. /mumbling/ B l u r r: He dropped the knife. B l u r r: /muttering to self. full slouch on couch / ItsyBitsySpyers: *To the Pit with it.* Drift: *slowly slouches down with blurr* B l u r r: / glances at Drift . pokes his arm / Drift: *pokes back* Yeah? B l u r r: /flicks finials/ What're you slouched for? Drift: Cuz you are. B l u r r: / smirks/ Oh, yeah? Dodge is, too. Whirl: *glances to Drift and Blurr, watching; for once he's not sort of low-key jealous. He's just curiously watching them* Shockbox: *at this point it's seriously hard to tell whether or not he's awake.* Whirl: ((here lies shockwave)) B l u r r: ... /making a face / Shockbox: (( bested by exhaustion, for once. )) Whirl: *once again engrossed* ItsyBitsySpyers: @Prowl: (txt): If Chromedome: feared, Prowl: controlled. If goal: escape, what tools needed? ... Give legal options. FakeProwl: @Soundwave «... Legal options?» *he'd reported it to Ultra Magnus, who had done nothing. what was left? Who else would do anything?* ItsyBitsySpyers: *Folds his servos in his lap. Takes a moment to notice the half-asleep Shockwave. He'll send them home later if they pass out.* Whirl: That's the therapist, right? Pfft. Good. Shockbox: (( how many funerals has this been at this point? )) Airachnid: a lot)) B l u r r: ... What a good person. /dims optic/ B l u r r: She's the only person that's nice to him. FakeProwl: @Soundwave «... If you're willing, you could—monitor him. See what you can find out.» ItsyBitsySpyers: @Prowl: (txt): Legal options. Solutions not outside Starscream's laws. ItsyBitsySpyers: *...Nod.* ItsyBitsySpyers: *He's not going to ask Prowl for the illegal ones. Must leave his ally some room to deny knowledge of anything he might do.* ItsyBitsySpyers: anything terrible* Whirl: *snickers* Shockbox: (( how did this man even manage to /get/ a wife. )) Whirl: *snickers again* ItsyBitsySpyers: @Prowl: (txt): Conversations? Monitoring only? FakeProwl: @Soundwave «... Be cautious if you have conversations. You know what he is. Don't let him know you have ties to me. I disappear when he arrives, he probably doesn't know yet.» Whirl: *click click click in anticipation* FakeProwl: @Soundwave «I will not ask you to converse with him. Don't endanger yourself and don't endanger me.» ItsyBitsySpyers: @Prowl: (txt): Acknowledged. Whirl: nICE! Airachnid: Ah, nothing like bonding over an autopsy. Drift: ... If his hand hadn't been out like that, his mom might not have believed him. He's lucky. Whirl: *snorts* Shockbox: (( some top notch vivisection going on right here. )) Whirl: Or, a living dissection. Shockbox: (( yes, that is what a vivisection is. a living dissection. )) Airachnid: Or vivisection. Drift: They're pumping out his blood. Whirl: Yep! *tips his canister in mock-toast and drinks* Whirl: I think they're pumping out his HIM. Drift: ... What if it pollutes the water? Airachnid: That is nor normal organic blood. Whirl: The black stuff---whatever he's made of. Drift: If he's made of the black stuff, then it could travel to someone else if it's pumped out, right? Whirl: Maybe... ItsyBitsySpyers: *Sudden small plating flare* ItsyBitsySpyers: *Quickly puts it back down* FakeProwl: *that's a new one* B l u r r: / monster!!! / B l u r r: / excited leg kick / Whirl: *leans forward* Whirl: Is he gonna like... take true fo--ohhhh. FakeProwl: *not sure what plating flare means. brushes hand?* ItsyBitsySpyers: \\GROSS, HAHA.\\ Whirl: Neat! Shockbox: *goddamnit he would be so intrigued by this right now if he weren't ASLEEP.* B l u r r: ... /oh no. Oh god it's gonna end sad isn't it / Whirl: *i mean he won't admit it but it's kind of compelling that this murderous vicious monster's primary motivation is its love for someon* Whirl: *a good story* ItsyBitsySpyers: *Hand twitches slightly; he hadn't expected the contact. But he'll take it.* Drift: *AW. WHY THIS. 8(* Airachnid: [it is sickingly sweet] B l u r r: / this is hitting his fEELINGS that he thought he bURIED / Whirl: *tips his canister again& B l u r r: / ow. ow. ow ow pain. Picking at zip ties / Whirl: *well fucc that's. Compelling* Drift: *oh nooo. clings to blurr* Whirl: *but he's got a VERY good poker face* ItsyBitsySpyers: *Frenzy absently swats Blurr's hand.* Shockbox: (( ***, mang. )) Whirl: *it's the specific line: "i've never got it before" that got him. You've got company, Blurr* B l u r r: / swats at Frenzy. / Shockbox: ((didn't expect this to get feelsy. )) B l u r r: / is clinged to. Still picking at his zipties / Whirl: Ha. The therapist died. Good. ItsyBitsySpyers: *Turns.* \\CUT IT OUT.\\ B l u r r: / wheeze. He's having an emotional moment let him have it / B l u r r: / actually wait don't, hell rip the ties / Whirl: ((I REALLY LIKED THIS MOVIE. The pacing could;ve been better but it was good)) B l u r r: [[ IT WAS NICE? ?? I liked it ]] Drift: ... His therapist died because he was trying to help him. I think he was an okay one. Airachnid: and explained what the f*ck the old guy was)) Whirl: I don't like him. B l u r r: / rubbing his optic. / Drift: Questionable ethics, dated his mom, yeah... but died trying to help him. B l u r r: WELL At least humans died. That was great /rub rub / Whirl: Eh. Still don't like him. His motives were tainted. How can you trust someone knowing they're playing you for their own benefit? You CAN'T. Shockbox: *he is motionless. one could mistake him for dead in his recharge.* ItsyBitsySpyers: @Prowl: (txt): Apologies. Soundwave: fine. Unexpected recollection. Airachnid: I think Shockwave died. Whirl: Well. Ravage. ItsyBitsySpyers: \\I DIDN'T DO THAT NEITHER.\\ Whirl: You know what to do. ItsyBitsySpyers: [[No, Ravage.]] ItsyBitsySpyers: *Frenzy gets up to poke Shockwave.* Shockbox: *he shifts a little at the prodding.* Piston: [ pops up right behind Whirl ] What an endearing movie. I rather like that method. I use a system similar... on bodies I deem... worthy. [ stare ] FakeProwl: *small nod* Shockbox: *might need a little more to get him up and out.* Whirl: *swivels his helm around, DAMN YOU PISTON YOU STARTLED HIM AGAIN* is that so. Piston: [ stare back ] Yes. Piston: I look forward to the Tyran bodies you will bring me. ItsyBitsySpyers: \\\I GOT THIS. YER ALL GONNA WANNA CUT AUDIOS.\\ Shockbox: *oh no. * ItsyBitsySpyers: *So, Shockwave. You know how loud Frenzy is normally. Do you know how loud he can ACTUALLY be?* Drift: *covers audials* Airachnid: [covers audials] Whirl: Well, I'm not bringing you any. FakeProwl: ... Don't do that. FakeProwl: He's sensitive to noises. Whirl: You'll hafta ask Blurr for that. I usually don't leave ENOUGH of a body for any kind of preservation, mech. FakeProwl: *look who managed to notice a thing* Shockbox: * something tells me this is going to be the last time he attempts to fall asleep in a social gathering if this goes on.* Whirl: ...*pointedly does not, he wants to hear Frenzy scream* ItsyBitsySpyers: *Frenzy opens his mouth - then stops and looks at Prowl. Since when does he care?* Piston: What a shame. [ looks Whirl over ] I was told that you would be helpful to avoid your own ... ritual. Whirl: Ritual? Shockbox: *prowl, have we...bonded over a mutual sensitivity to sound?* ItsyBitsySpyers: \\...I GUESS.\\ He gets up and dusts his knees off, walking to the other corner of the room. ItsyBitsySpyers: *THEN TAKES A RUNNING LEAP AND BELLY FLOPS ON SHOCKWAVE'S MIDDLE* Piston: ... [just stares at Whirl ] I really do wish to know how a spark works... FakeProwl: *...... he's mildly protective of people with hypersensitivity, don't read into it* Airachnid: [uncovers audials. Or that could work too] Whirl: Well. That's a damn shame, isn;'t it? not having one to experiment. *pokes him roughly in the chest& Whirl: *...okay well he was gonna call you a wimp for not screeching but a belly flop is acceptable* Piston: [ reaches out and pokes Whirl's shoulder ] Good luck out there. What I do to bodies would make the humans feel shame. ItsyBitsySpyers: *Congrats, Prowl. In case you were wondering about how far ally privilege goes, you've just discovered a small (but not always reliable) perk.* Whirl: *swats at Piston's hand* Oh, I'm SURE. FakeProwl: *the occasional power to stop Frenzy from screaming?* ItsyBitsySpyers: *Something like that.* FakeProwl: *he'll use it wisely* Whirl: *The Poer to Instintill Discretion in Frenzy?* Piston: [ chuckles. It sounds like a doll tbh ] Shockbox: *WHEEZES and suddenly has his blaster raised in the air. he had attempted to trigger the alarms to his base, not realizing that he was, in fact, not home.* Whirl: Or I get thrown into the trash, or an incinerator. Whirl: Anyway, hate to disappoint you, but I've promised my corpse to Buzzsaw, Laserbeak, and Ravage. They're probably gonna devour me. Piston: Accidents happen. Whirl: Or, if anyone else is nearby and wants to eat me, that's fine. B l u r r: / moves a leg out. Going to try and stand / Right. I have... an announcement to make! Whirl: I'm sure they do, Piston. It'd be a damn shame if one of them happened to YOU. ItsyBitsySpyers: \\HEH HEH HEH.\\ Rolls off Shockwave. \\DROP THE GUN, MECH. JUS' ME.\\ Whirl: *swivels his helm to regard Blurr* ItsyBitsySpyers: [[Announcement?]] Airachnid: [that got her attention] Airachnid: [she never tries to miss out on the opprotunity for free food] Piston: [ quiet for things ] Piston: It would be. But my Captain has a strong belief in our driving spirit. Whirl: *well Airachnid. You are welcome to devour his corpse if you ask* Shockbox: *His helm flicks every which way as he slowly sets his arm down. He looks to Frenzy.* ....What did I miss? Airachnid: Most of the movie. B l u r r: I, that is me. /presses claw to his chassis / Have decided that my Skeleton Crew will... will be liberating... /trailing off./ ItsyBitsySpyers: \\SOME KINDA MONSTER THING CRAWLED OUTTA THE KILLER GUY 'N HIS BLOOD 'N STUFF. REAL MUSHY STUFF 'BOUT HIS WIFE.\\ B l u r r: / flicking finials. Turns to his left and mumbles. / ItsyBitsySpyers: [[He's never heard of]] [][][]mumble[][][]. [[Where is that?]] Whirl: Yeah. Believe it or not, an ACTUALLY compelling romance, as compred to last week's movie's Garbage Romance. B l u r r: / vents and points to Whirl and hisses in another dialect / Drift: Are you rescuing the Autobots? 8) Whirl: *tilts his head as he is pointed at, his long rotors rattling questioningly* B l u r r: Oh, fine. After much conference, we've decided that ...we will, indeed. Help the Autobots. Shockbox: Hm. The last thing I recall was that the human adolescent attempted to murder the old woman. B l u r r: Only because it will have Optimus Prime of Tyran in my debt. Drift: *hugs Blurr's waist. ... since he's still sitting and all.* Whirl: And so he'll step on you. Whirl: But sexy-like. Shockbox: Was....the monster, interesting? B l u r r: / pats Drift's helm/ AND. Whirl: And also because... *sly look* Blurr's got a hero's streak in him. Airachnid: Made up of mostly blood that came from the old human. B l u r r: I will.../ gritting denta/ I. Will. Release. The. Wreckers. To their rightful... home. ItsyBitsySpyers: \\YO, BOSS. MONSTER IMAGE?\\ And now Shockwave can see it. Airachnid: So, I would say so. B l u r r: / that was hard to say / Whirl: You're damn right you will. Whirl: If you decided not to then we'd have us a PROBLEM, Teach. ItsyBitsySpyers: [[...Will they not be endangered by the humans?]] Shockbox: *He considers the monster.* Whirl: But, I had faith you'd come around. Real..........................................heroic of ya. B l u r r: ... Shut up, Whirl. B l u r r: I'm doing this because I get to slaughter humans for free. Free buffet. Whirl: I will not shut up. Whirl: Nobody has ever figured out how to do that yet. Whirl: And neither will you. *beams cheerfully* B l u r r: / crosses arms / Optimus Prime of Tyran will owe me. ItsyBitsySpyers: ((omg is this the rock)) Whirl: ((IT IIIS)) Whirl: ((HIS VOICE IS SO GREAT)) B l u r r: [[ it is ]] Airachnid: I do not know Whirl very well, but I don't think "shut up" and "Whirl" really go together. ItsyBitsySpyers: ((adoration <3)) B l u r r: Absolutely. Anything. B l u r r: And Optimus Prime of Tyran in my debt means that I can request anything... Whirl: *nudges her* You got me! B l u r r: So if I die, know that he tore me in half and it was glorious... Shockbox: (( such a  good song...)) Whirl: And also, Optimus Prime of Tyran will step on you. Sexily. Whirl: Hey, if you gotta die, I'll make sure, Teach, as your friend, to make sure it';s at his hands. At his FURIOUS hands. Whirl: *salutes; whirl is 100% your wingman Blurr* ItsyBitsySpyers: [[...A debt from Optimus Prime should be used on something more... useful.]] ItsyBitsySpyers: [[Than your libido.]] B l u r r: ... Look, you just don't understand. Whirl: Uhh, you're understimating the amount of enjoyment Blurr will get out of that. Don't judge. Whirl: People like us need to tke whateve joy from life we can. ItsyBitsySpyers: *Looks at the both of them.* B l u r r: You have no idea what it is like to see an angry Optimus charging at you like he broke through the flames of hell. /claws to chassis / Whirl: I mean, obviously, you got no problem serving YOUR libido, *ndos at Soundwave and Prwl* Whirl: Let the rest of us do what we need to. B l u r r: With that gun charging and that angry snarl. The HATE in those optics. ItsyBitsySpyers: *And then Soundwave transformed into an iceberg.* B l u r r: The way it feels to have limbs torn from attachments... Whirl: ((i am very sorry fo my sh it typing lmao)) FakeProwl: I wouldn't trade in a highly useful debt for a fifteen-second session with an unwilling dom. Whirl: Yeah, well, you're not Blurr. B l u r r: Besides... he has a soft spot. Whirl: Like I said--don;t judge. Shockbox: *he is confused by the implication of soundwave and prowl having...a relationship?* FakeProwl: *is judging. is judging hard.* B l u r r: And. /deep vent / Roadbuster and I are. Whirl: *no regrets; Whirl got u Blurr. U fam* B l u r r: Figuring out. B l u r r: Friends. Whirl: *LOOKS TO BLURR* ItsyBitsySpyers: *Well, that's going to speed up certain conversations with the alternate Shockwave, isn't it.* B l u r r: I think we've figured that out. Whirl: Mech! That's great! Shockbox: *observing this conversation, even if he didn't hear the very beginning of it.* Whirl: You did it! FakeProwl: *whirl didn't say "serving your libido WITH EACH OTHER" so prowl missed the implication* B l u r r: Basically... do you guys want anything from Earth while I'm there? Shockbox: *thanks whirl you're helping us talk to eachother. * B l u r r: Oh, and Whirl is helping me. I'll make sure he comes home. Whirl: They might pay you NOT to, teach. *laughs* Whirl: Pfft. Whirl: But heck yeah, you guys want souvenirs? FakeProwl: *considers asking for a red crayon.* FakeProwl: *no—they'd kill somebody to get it.* B l u r r: [[ blurr has those omfg ]] Whirl: *i mean you're not wrong* Airachnid: [goes to Earth all the time so she's fine] ItsyBitsySpyers: *Prowl, you are approximately six feet away from an artist.* B l u r r: [[ blurr and whirl break into Crayola ]] ItsyBitsySpyers: //Ooh! Ooh! I want - uh. They been doin' this whole - this whole thing 'bout some Ham human.// Shockbox: *unsure about what level of quality specimens they would return with if their goal for the trip doesn't involve preserving them.* Whirl: ((whirl gets a cybertronian-sized crayon, somehow)) Whirl: ((Prowl. Don't ask. But look how awesome this is.) B l u r r: ... Ham human? Whirl: ...ham. Whirl: *You're not included in Whirl's offer, Shockwave; you're an active con* FakeProwl: *why would buzzsaw use Earth wax sticks designed for children* ItsyBitsySpyers: //Yeah. Some Hamtown guy. The Boss got the music but they got a... the frag do humans call datapads.// B l u r r: / blurr will bring u gifts, shockwave / Whirl: *but Soundwave, his team, Drift, prowl, and Airachnid are all being offered souvenirs* Shockbox: *to be fair he nor i were paying attention to the beginning of this exchange.* Whirl: Music. Hamtown. FakeProwl: *he's approximately six feet away from an artist IRL too, but he wouldn't ask Bonecrusher for crayons either.* Whirl: Ham... burg? Drift: *shrugs* Surprise me. Whirl: I need a little more to go on, mech. Whirl: ...*gl;ances to Drift* Got it. Shockbox: *shockwave would appreciate gifts.* Drift: Human datapads? Books. B l u r r: Oh, I already know what I'm getting you, Drift. ItsyBitsySpyers: *He likes the way the blue ones can be melted and reshaped into energon.* Airachnid: How about some crystals? ItsyBitsySpyers: *Good spattering, too.* Whirl: *he might not have had a lot of time to talk to Drift but Drift has wormed his way into Wgirl's Relatively Good Graces* Whirl: Crystals? What kind? ItsyBitsySpyers: //Books! Yeah.// Wait. He just. Admitted to wanting a book out loud. Any minute now-- ItsyBitsySpyers: \\HAHA. NERRRRRD.\\ Drift: And get repaired before you come home! I don't want Rodimus asking questions about your "vacation." Whirl: *throws his canister at Frenzy's head* Whirl: PIPE DOWN I'm trying to hear your brother. Airachnid: Quartz is always fine. B l u r r: ... you didn't tell him you were coming ? ItsyBitsySpyers: //Frag off, I jus' want the pictures.// Whirl: ...weee-ell. ItsyBitsySpyers: *Frenzy yelps and ducks.* Whirl: I might have neglected to mention... certain aspects of my vacation. But yeah. Got it. *Dift is gonna cover for him? he's getting TWO souvenirs* Whirl: So. Rumble. ...what are youeven asking me. Whirl: Ham City? Whirl: *he is lost* Drift: Honestly? I think you would have gotten a free pass from him if you said you were gonna go rescue Autobots in that universe where they got chewed up. ItsyBitsySpyers: *Rumble grits his dentae together. Incoming file, Whirl.* Shockbox: (( as much as i would enjoy staying up until around two in the morning....)) ItsyBitsySpyers: ((get some rest!!)) Whirl: *but he got your message Airahnid, he is deffo bringing some quartz for YOU. You are Interesting and Whirl is not gonna forget YOU* Whirl: ((IS IT HAMILTON xd)) Shockbox: (( i need to shower. and sleep. )) ItsyBitsySpyers: ((Yes. Yes it is.)) Whirl: ((REST WELL SHOCKBOX)) Shockbox: ((slendy should i link the fic to this group before i jet out. )) Whirl: ((exclelent)) Airachnid: [thank you Whirl] Drift: But if you're calling it a "vacation," fine. Just... don't come home beaten up. Then one of us is gonna HAVE to explain what happened. ItsyBitsySpyers: ((up to you!)) Whirl: *tilts his head, and then nods; as one mech with bioth kick-*** and nerdy tendencies, he got u, Rumble* Got it. Shockbox: (( hmmmmm. welp. yolo. )) B l u r r: In any case. B l u r r: Do you guys wanna see how much humans wanna pay for us? Shockbox: (( http://shocktrooper-redstreaker.tumblr.com/post/155750914201/intentionally-bad-fic-stuck-tiddy )) Shockbox: (( my friend wrote this, it's great, g'night. )) B l u r r: well, me. I'm on their list. ItsyBitsySpyers: ((night!)) Airachnid: goodnight!)) ItsyBitsySpyers: [[He would like to know what the humans ask for our kind, yes.]] Drift: ((gnight~)) ItsyBitsySpyers: [[If only to know how far to stay away from them.]] Whirl: ((i see te phrase "massive uniboob" and i am pleased)) Whirl: You mean, the sorts of things they wat from us? From our bodies? B l u r r: It depends on the mech. B l u r r: See, me? They want my legs, apparently. /motions to his leg / B l u r r: They think the speed is in the legs. Morons. Drift: Don't correct them. Whirl: A s far as I've been able to determine, they mostly want me dead, or me to stop killing all of them. *this is spoken matter-of-factly; he's not bragging. He's telling the truth* ItsyBitsySpyers: //Pffft. They ain't seen Velocitronians, huh.// Whirl: But, you got it. *nods cordially to Soundwave* B l u r r: / vents/ Regardless, Cemetery Wind knows there are more of us. This might ruin Lockdown's plans. B l u r r: / rubs claws together / B l u r r: Imagine me getting on that big ship... Whirl: Ohh, yeah. Snuffing LOCKDOWN. Whirl: That sounds like FUN. B l u r r: So, I just want you all to know... Airachnid: [that designation sounds familiar] B l u r r: / points to everyone./ I am not a hero. I am doing this for my own benefit. /sits down/ Airachnid: Suuure you are. ItsyBitsySpyers: //Sure. 'N I ain't really Ultra Magnus.// Whirl: *gently disengages fro the hammock so it doesn't dump his Distinguished Company, which is Airachnid* Whirl: And I would like the room to know... Whirl: *hand over his cockpit* That Blurr one hundred percent IS a hero. I seen it. I was HERE. Whirl: *There Airachnid: [she might as well leave it as well. She gently leaves the hammock] B l u r r: I am not-! Whirl: He's a good deal more good than he wants all of you to believe. *regards Blurr with an expression that seems to mingle cheekiness with something like affectiion* Whirl: Despite everything, he is... a Autobot. Whirl: *an B l u r r: / rolls optic/ B l u r r: / buries face in claws / Whirl: And you know what? I only knew his former commande from one... really. Uh. WEIRD conversation. But I will say this, in case we both die i a fiery inferno tomorrow: I bet he'd be pretty proud. B l u r r: ... /peeks through his claws/ Whirl: Sluahgteing uppity humans for the greater good? He'd be chuffed. I guarantee it. ItsyBitsySpyers: *Soundwave can hear Laserbeak about to ask what's good about Autobots. He quiets her.* B l u r r: ... /oh no that makes him feel things / Whirl: *he means it, you big turd* B l u r r: / and he's doing a sort of good thing for bestie / B l u r r: / emoTIONS / Whirl: *continues to regard Blurr with that cheeky/maybe, if u squint, affectionate expression* Drift: *that was a nice speech, Whirl. nice words for Blurr. pats Blurr's back.* Whirl: *And Whirl will tell u, Laserbeak, if u ask: what's good about us? The way we DECIMATE THE OPPOSITION* B l u r r: / clamps digits together and just face in claws / ItsyBitsySpyers: *She IS the opposition. Was. Something. CLOSE ENOUGH.* B l u r r: / vents and finally lowers claws. Trying to look fINE / B l u r r: ... People will still be scared of me, right? / looks at Drift / Whirl: *nah, you're almost in the same boat Drift is. Anyone who comes against yo u IS the oppostion* Drift: Of course they will. Whirl: *he got u Laserbeak; you're a spot of all right* Whirl: Pfft. How could they not be, teach. Whirl: I mean, LOOK at you. Whirl: You're a monster. *this is said as a compliment* B l u r r: ... /looks at self and smirks / I'm gonna give that Prime something to fear, aren't I? Whirl: You gonna give him something to fear, but most importantly...... a place to rest his feet. *sly look* B l u r r: ... /vents/ Oh stop. ItsyBitsySpyers: *Soundwave shakes his helm a little. Can't believe they're still on that.* FakeProwl: *these past couple weeks Prowl has been learning far too much about other people's kinks, and 100% of it has come from Whirl* Whirl: *what ca he say? he's a fount of knowledge. who shows he cares for his pals by embarrassing them* B l u r r: Maybe I should keep the favor... ItsyBitsySpyers: *Haha. A couple of weeks. Boy, that must be nice.* Whirl: *snickers and shrugs* You gotta stop making it so easy for me, then, mech. Airachnid: [going to sneak off now] B l u r r: Regardless... Airachnid: akak mun needs sleep because of classes in the morning)) ItsyBitsySpyers: *Ravage huffs a tired goodbye to Airachnid on her way out* Whirl: ((night!)) ItsyBitsySpyers: ((NO HOW DARE)) B l u r r: The point is. I think we can get things done with a week or so. Whirl: But know you've got yourself a ready and willing windmech. ...despite the fact U don;t have wings. Airachnid: goodnight!)) B l u r r: [[ ni ni ]] Whirl: *will swuvel and bob his helm to her; Whirl is pleased with the night's arrangements* ItsyBitsySpyers: *Soundwave sits up slightly and tilts his helm just so to catch this song.* Whirl: ((oh my god my typing iso bad. it's the rum. es tut mir leid)) Whirl: ((i am sorry)) Whirl: ((and that was fuccin german)) FakeProwl: ((see I just assumed it was a row of extreme typos)) B l u r r: / vents and smirks at Drift / @D: :: And I'll get your thing taken care of. :: Whirl: (( would say i'm cutting myself off now but the bottle is empty)) Drift: @Blurr «Thanks. I appreciate it.» B l u r r: ... and I get to be the fastest mech in their ugly group! /stands up and immediately falls down / ItsyBitsySpyers: *A good piece to end the post-movie music on.* B l u r r: ... Well. When I get my leg fixed. Whirl: And I get to be the ugliest in their fast group! *snickers* Drift: You're getting fixed before you go, right? Whirl: Yes. He is. Whirl: Don;t worry. ItsyBitsySpyers: \\THEY BETTER. I AIN'T MISSIN' MOVIE STUFF FOR NOTHIN'.\\ B l u r r: ... Yes, I am. Drift: Good. Drift: That goes for you too, Whirl. B l u r r: Both of us. Drift: We all just put you back together, you're not allowed to fall apart. Whirl: I'm tough! B l u r r: I've stitched myself together through worse. Whirl: I can take a lot of damage. As if I'd let some HUMANS do me in! Drift: You've also got a hole in your side. Whirl: Yeah, it's no big. I've had a lot worse than this hole. Recently. I've been injured worse during a THERAPY SESSION than this. Whirl: *it's 100% true; Fort Max ripped one of is arms off AND impaled him* Drift: It stopped counting as a therapy session when it turned into a hostage situation. Whirl: Really? I didn't. B l u r r: / he's on his datapad, sending a message/ Oh, Drift!! /yanks him over and holds the datapad up/ Smile!! ItsyBitsySpyers: *That's a new story to ask about later.* Drift: *smiles on cue* Drift: *why's he smiling, he doesn't know* B l u r r: / snaps pictures!! Selfies / Whirl: *we'll see how much you get told* Whirl: *will return to his hammock and settle in; he's staying here, so he doesn't hafta leave* B l u r r: See? /shows Drift / Drift: *looks at* Who's the picture for? B l u r r: I just got in contact with an old... acuaintance. B l u r r: *acquaintance B l u r r: I don't know if we're friends because I can't really remembering us establishing that. Drift: Roadbuster? B l u r r: ... no no. He's a Tyran mech, though. Drift: Who? B l u r r: Ratchet. Whirl: *settles in, after another extended "can i balance this" session; he's ebginning to finally look a little tred* Drift: Oh. B l u r r: ... And Roadbuster. B l u r r: And Topspin. ItsyBitsySpyers: *Ratchet???* Drift: ... And you're gonna save them all. *sly grin* You hero. ItsyBitsySpyers: *No. Wait. He said Tyran. It's okay.* Whirl: *perks his helm up* Yep! Hero! B l u r r: ... /vents and pushes his claw in Drift's face/ B l u r r: Sshhhh... not a hero. Whirl: *before carefully lying himself back, settling in and getting comfortable* Absolutely one. B l u r r: Doing one good thing in a sea of bad won't make me a hero. Whirl: You've not lived long enough to do enough abd to make yourself irredeemable. Whirl: Take it from someone who HAS. *wiggles in; ahh, yes. Nice and comfy. He is sleeping here tonight* Drift: *pushes claw back* Totally a hero. B l u r r: Perhaps, for the moment. B l u r r: It will pass, like many have before. Whirl: So you saaaay. Whirl: Let's see. Get back with me in five milion years. *snorts as he nuzzles his helm into the fabric* B l u r r: Oh go to sleep. /vents and rubs his optic/ I've got to sort out where we're going tomorrow. B l u r r: Keep track of the Autobots. Find where Prime is... Yeager human.. /yawn/ B l u r r: / sharp tooth yawn / Drift: *stands* I'll let you get to your preparations, then. I've gotta get back home. Whirl: *rattles his rotors* Seeya, Drift. B l u r r: / smirks and wiggles claws at Drift. His turn to hug ur waist / Whirl: ..and hanks. For covering for me. ItsyBitsySpyers: *Well, if they're all settling in and going home. Looks at Prowl.* ItsyBitsySpyers: @Prowl: (txt): Also returning? Whirl: *shoots Blurr another cheeky look before relaxing; there's hope for you YET, Blurr. he ain't about to let u forget it* Drift: Sure. I didn't really do anything, I just didn't tell Rodimus what your vacation is for. Drift: Don't get in too much trouble, okay? I can only cover so much. B l u r r: I'll keep him safe. FakeProwl: @Soundwave «Yes.» Whirl: *snorts, but refrains from making a self-depreciatig comment about how everyone would be happier if he WASN'T safe. For once. progress??? progress* FakeProwl: *flickers out* ItsyBitsySpyers: *That was unusually quick. All right. He gets up and gathers his minicons, then makes his way out* Whirl: *raises his helm to bob it good-night at Soundwave & Co* B l u r r: / waves claw at everyone. Wiggles for Drift. Will lay on the couch and work on his datapad / Drift: *wiggles fingers at Blurr. and he's out.* Whirl: *will now sleep; it's been Quite a Day and he is tired* B l u r r: / will probably also sleep in here /

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Wynonna Earp Season 4 Episode 4 Review: Afraid

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This Wynonna Earp review contains spoilers.

Wynonna Earp Season 4, Episode 4

With all of the genres Wynonna Earp regularly dives into, it can easy to forget that this show has some straight-up horror tendencies. Every once in a while, it will drop an episode that is terrifying and remind us all that, while this may be a queer found family drama that believes in the power of love above all else, it can also scare the shit out of us. “Afraid” was one such episode.

Last season, the trees ate people. This season, the rocks are coming for the Earps. Well, more accurately, the rocks are homing beacons for a “balls-deep scary” demon known as a Reaper that is coming for the Earps. The Reapers were once members of the Clanton family, the Earp family’s oldest enemies (like, in real life too). Just like the Earp family has an heir, so too does the Clanton family. Her name is Margot, known as “Ma’am” to the rest of her family, and she is not fucking around. When she finds out that her son, Billy, has used his power to protect Rachel, who he totally thinks doesn’t suck, she leaves him to the mercy of a Reaper. Wynonna always used her power as an heir to protect her family. Margot does no such thing. She wants to protect the “old ways” above all else, and the old ways are driven by hate not love—hate of the Earp family.

Margot wants to protect her power too, and that means maintaining a strict hierarchy within her family. Margot and Billy aren’t the only Clantons in town. We met two last week: Sheriff Holt and Mayor Cleo. From the get-go, it was clear that they weren’t the people who truly held power in this new town order. Now, we know who does: Ma’am. When she finds out that Cleo used the power of her Clanton blood to sic the Reaper on Wynonna (presumably as revenge), she reminds Cleo that who is in charge, through the language of pain. With Eve still out there and BBD’s “upper management” always looming, there are plenty of contenders for Season 4 Big Bad, but Margot may just be the scariest Season 4 villain yet.

The Earps may have a new nemesis, but the team is also back together again. While Wynonna may initially follow Jeremy’s lead in downplaying her supernatural status in front of the Ghost River Black Badge crew, she can only stay quiet for so long. After looking into the face of a Reaper, Wynonna doesn’t have any time for games. She needs her nerd back, and she goes to get him. One of the narrative elements that sets this show apart from a lot of the lackluster fare out there is it doesn’t just invest time and development into the straight-forward relationships, the ones that fit into easy boxes, like “love story” or “biological family.” It also cares about a relationship like Wynonna and Jeremey’s. These two love one another and they express that love. There isn’t an easy label to be affixed to their relationship, but there doesn’t has to be. They’re family, and that word means the same thing to both of them.

More than last week’s episode, “Afraid” did a good job of setting a sense of stakes for Purgatory moving forward, giving us some important answers while dangling some very concerning mysteries in front of us at the same time. The episode ends with Nicole going to visit Margot, after having previously kept from Waverly that she knew the woman. From their only semi-illuminating conversation, it seems that a desperate Nicole had asked Margot for help in getting Waverly, Doc, and Wynonna back from The Garden.

Nicole tries to bring back what Margot gave her (a jar in which appears to be Nicole’s hair, along with some other things). But apparently, there is a no return policy. Margot opens the jar and a swarm of locusts comes out. Margot blows them in Nicole’s direction and they swarm into her open mouth. Yeah, what of it? Wynonna Earp nails straight-up horror.

Additional thoughts.

In other news, Doc is officially working for the Glory Hole in exchange for blood, I guess? He got distracted from robbing BBD’s shipment of booze, etc. by Wynonna’s peril. Will his failure to deliver get him into trouble?

I would like access to Waverly’s PowerPoint presentation, please.

Wynonna hasn’t watched Fleabag??? I hope she does.

“Wynonna is no one’s but her own.” Note that Doc doesn’t so much as bristle when referred to as “Wynonna Earp’s man.”

“You’re safe here, Doc… to be who you are.”

Gotta love the deer cameo in this episode. I grew up in northern New Hampshire and this show’s landscape reminds me of home.

“Do I need to make a PowerPoint presentation about how amazing Nicole Haught is?” Honestly, it might not hurt.

Jeremy named a gun after Queer Eye’s Antony. <3 Also, he’s really got a “Q” vibe in this episode.

Where’s Robin???

“Classic teen. She doesn’t want to be seen at the junkyard with her sexy, gay aunts.”

“Halloween costume. I’m going as She-Ra.” “OMG, I would die.”

“I ain’t dying for this dirt town and its dirt people.” Not so coded classism. This show doesn’t really dive into class, which is a missed opportunity more than an issue, but I am always intrigued when it brushes up against the theme and wonder what it could do with it.

Who funds BBD? This seems like an important question.

“You saw Jeremy and you didn’t tell me?” Doc loves Jeremy so much.

“You brought claws to a guac fight.”

Bless Dominique Provost-Chalkley for killing her cozy-yet-urgent research scene in which her acting partner is a bunch of books and she must deliver some exposition aloud.

“I am here, my love. I’ve got you.” Brb, I’ll just be sobbing over here.

Um, crazy theory or whatever, but… could Nicole be a Clanton?

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