#but it the gloves that makes it look like he is nomming his thumb like a baby

[sungrave]

I know he isn't but it looks like he is sucking his thumb in fear and i just CANT

[koostarcandy]

quiet love

summary: a night where jungkook's actions speak louder than his words.

pairing: jungkook x reader

genre: fluff <3!

a/n: i was going thru reels and struck inspo :] hope you like this :)) koo calls oc squishy here hope its okay ^^ this is sliiiiiightly(?) personal :] oktybyeeeee mwah ily and happy holidays (sorry im late)!!!

"eat more, baby, i saw you skip dessert at the buffet. the cheesecake is all for you, promise."

your heart is practically melting, despite the freezing weather outside. your chest clenches slightly when jungkook remembers the tiniest of details when it comes to you, for instance, the buffet. being the holiday season, you've been nomming away (how jungkook describes it) at any christmas-themed food you see. naturally, you were growing sick and tired of sweet stuff, choosing to try out savoury things you usually never try out at the buffet you both usually go together for christmas lunches. on the way back, jungkook noticed your mood sliding down like snow going down a steep roof. he abruptly stopped at a bakery, promising to be back in 5 minutes.

now, your eyes have that sparkle when you have your favourite sweet things, much to jungkook's relief. you can get pretty moody when you don't have your dessert, which he learnt the hard way.

you glance at jungkook's focused eyes on the road, hand on the steering wheel and tattooed one holding your gloved one, absentmindedly thumbing your hand. you carefully give him a bite of the cheesecake, which he took happily. you let boney m fill the quiet and comforting atmosphere, spotting the familiar buildings which lead up to your shared penthouse.

actions speak louder than words and you never thought you'd be able to live through the saying.

like right now, where you admitted to forgetting to stock up on milk and apologized profusely, knowing jungkook was looking forward to making the viral hot chocolate going around. he held your neck and pulled you in for a long kiss, pulling back to peck your forehead, saying he'd go and get the milk and marshmallows, telling you to pull up the grinch and the cookies he got from the bakery awhile back. you weakly protested, saying it was way too cold and dark out and that you could always try out the drink another day. he pulled on his puffy jacket and beanie, vehemently declaring he'd make christmas night better by going out now.

he was always the first to run out if an essential grocery item was out in your pantry, almost never letting you go with him because he preferred you staying within the warm and safe walls of your shared abode. he always lets you lean on him, even when doing the most mundane of tasks. jungkook's carefully stirring the hot pot of dark brown and warm chocolate, arm around your waist while you read the instructions. you lean back on him, sighing at the confusingly tedious task of making a cup of hot choco.

his arm slides up and goes around your shoulders, pulling you closer and leaving an array of kisses on the side of your neck, his silent way of telling you how much he loves this evening with you. he pours the warm liquid into your favourite mug, looking at you while you take the first sip.

"oh, it's so good, koo! not too sweet but not too bitter, it's amazing. here, have a sip, baby." you hold the mug between both your hands, positioning it right infront of his lips so he'd have easy access.

"thanks, squishy but i'd rather take it from here," he gently puts the mug away, cupping your face in his warm hands and kissing you sweetly. "tastes perfect to me," he mumbles, leaning his forehead against yours and wrapping his arms around you.

"squish, i swear, the movie is great, my eyelids are just abit heavy right now."

you chuckle amusedly at jungkook's attempt to stay awake through home alone 3, his tight hold around you getting looser when he nods off. "come on, off to bed," you decide, slipping out of the burrito you were wrapped in when you said it was abit chill. it's 1.35 am now and sleep's slow yet steady hold on you is visible on both of your faces, laughing when you yawn together. jungkook's the first to get up, pulling you up effortlessly and letting you lead the way to bed.

you're the first to fall face first into your pillow, wordlessly patting the pillow next to you. you can feel the mattress dip, the covers being pulled over you and the lights are off. you shift so you can see jungkook's face, doe eyes looking straight back at yours. you thumb his cheeks, poking the dimple which peeks through. a tender kiss is placed on your forehead, followed by hands making sure you're in the warm confines of the blanket and get no hint of the cold winds outside.

jungkook maybe a man of many words, cheesy and loving but his actions will always speak louder for him.

he complains of keeping track of important days but you'll find a random strawberry cheesecake on your desk, a handwritten note celebrating 25 months of the first time you both took a trip overseas.

he's proud of you being confident in yourself, always full of compliments when you show up in the latest outfit for your night out. he ends up zipping you up in his leather jacket when he picks you up at 2.30 from the club, softly telling you that he'd rather take you home quietly than make a scene with the weird creeps looking at you from down the street.

he holds you close when the weight on your shoulders become heavier, knowing soft words cannot calm the raging storm in your mind. instead, he listens. he has you lean back on the couch while he massages your legs, his doting attention always on you.

sometimes, he has you accompany him in his late night gaming sessions, hugging his arm and finishing off his abandoned snacks. he fake winces in pain when you impulsively bite his bicep, saying it's his fault for wearing sleeveless tees around the house. he apologizes insincerely, tossing away his controller so he could get his revenge back by tickling you. it always ends up with him snuggling upto you, your adoring hands leading him to sleep.

just like how it is right now.

you cuddle up to him, rubbing his back with your hand while he simply puts his head on your chest, looking up at you to make sure you're comfy. you boop his nose and smile, eyes closing in content with your tender and warm lover.

pt time: @armys-dna ; @junsai-tree ; @soobhyun ; @shatzkrinslinzki ; @jinsquishes ; @cherishoshi ; @fragmentof-indifference ; @indgio ; @jjkeverlast ; @parkdatjimin ; @yoogijk

[nommy-thoughts]

A Tale of Two Noms Chapter 1:

Tea Bath Interrupted

Summary: Patton was having a nice tea soak. Deceit was cold.

Wordcount: 1.1K

This story was inspired by a chat I had with the delightful @that-prey-lounge.

[My Vore Writing Masterpost]

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One mug. Two tea bags, one green and the other black. Hot water for steeping. Ice cubes to cool it down again. A drizzle of honey. And, perhaps most importantly, the shrinking device.

Patton sank lower, smiling to himself. This had been a really good idea. He already felt way less stressed. He'd have to make a point of thanking Logan for the idea later. Patton closed his eyes, letting his worries wash away.

~~~

The house was too cold and Deceit very decidedly did not like it. He had to wear a cloak and gloves to keep from freezing even on the best of days, and with the drop in temperature, he was shivering. So, when he found a steaming mug on the dinner table, seemingly unattended, Deceit didn't hesitate to wrap his hands around it. Delightful warmth seeped through his gloves. After he had some feeling back in his fingers, Deceit looked into the mug and was surprised by its contents. Nestled comfortably between two teabags was a shrunken Side, eyes closed and possibly asleep.

Deceit sat with his hands wrapped around the mug for several moments before he decided that it wasn't warming him up enough. For a brief second, his eyes rested on the shrinking device, sitting innocently on the table beside the mug and neatly folded pile of clothes, a single light blue band of light ringing its border. But no. That would be… undignified. Deceit instead lifted the mug to his lips, taking a sip. The tea was delightfully warming as it flowed down his throat into his stomach. It tasted nice, as well. He could detect a hint of honey along with the strong brew.

He heard a splash in the mug below him, and then some surprised giggles. If he hadn't already been sure who it was, he would be now. Deceit took another sip, longer this time, and felt a tiny hand press against his upper lip, accompanied by another mess of giggles. He carefully kept his composure, acting as though he hadn't heard. 

Deceit lowered the mug, allowing his gaze to flick down briefly— just long enough to see the grin on Patton's face, and to make a split-second of eye contact before he looked away again as though there was nothing of note inside the mug.

Deceit sat for a few moments with the mug on the table, his hands wrapped snugly around it. Then he lifted it again, taking another long sip. This time, he parted his lips more than was strictly necessary, and felt a small arm slip inside. He gave it a lick, but pulled away without taking the rest of the miniature Side into his mouth. Patton made a vaguely disappointed sound, which Deceit took as permission. When he next brought the mug to his lips, he opened them wide enough for Patton to swim inside and took a big gulp.

The tea was far too hot to take such a big swig comfortably, but Deceit resisted the urge to choke or spit it back out. He swallowed both the tea and the wriggling Side that accompanied it, finally allowing a small smile to break through his facade.

Deceit drank the rest of the tea in small sips, enjoying its warmth. When he had drained it, he washed the mug and placed it in the dishdrainer to dry. Then, taking the pile of Patton's clothes and the shrinking device, Deceit tucked both into his pocket and sank out to go to his room. In his stomach, he could feel Patton shifting around again. Now that he was in the privacy of his own room, Deceit allowed himself a full grin. Getting into bed, he bundled himself up in all his blankets, curling up happily around the tiny friend in his stomach.

Patton splashed around a bit, swimming casually in Deceit's tea-warmed stomach. It contracted around him, and he could imagine Deceit pressing a hand against it. It seemed that the snake Side had settled down, though, and after swimming another lap or two, Patton did the same, nuzzling comfortably into the soft flesh of Deceit's stomach wall.

~~~

Logan pushed his chair back, stretching his arms above his head so that his back popped a few times. He'd been doing some more reading for Thomas's next video, but the words on the screen, though fascinating, had begun to blur together. It was time for a break. Perhaps a snack break. With that thought, Logan got up, heading for the kitchen. Toast and jelly, perhaps? Yes.

Logan put two slices of bread in the toaster, turning it on. As it heated, he got out the butter, a knife, and a jar of Crofter's. Then he had to continue to wait. Logan leaned against the counter, twiddling his thumbs. His gaze roamed the kitchen, finally falling on the dishdrainer. It was nearly empty, containing only a single dish: Patton's favorite mug, the sky blue one with clouds that looked kinda like cats. Logan smiled. It would appear that Patton had followed through with the tea bath idea Logan had researched for him. He'd have to ask how it went next time he saw Patton. From what Logan had read, soaking in tea was supposed to be good for the skin.

The toaster dinged. Logan applied his toppings. As he was evening the jelly on the second slice of toast, Roman wandered into the kitchen.

"Hey, nerd," he greeted in a tired but friendly tone on his way to the refrigerator. Roman opened it, rummaging around.

"Hi, Princey," Logan answered. "Snack break?"

"Snack break," Roman confirmed, still staring undecidedly into the fridge. He sighed, closing the door, and started looking in cabinets instead. Logan watched him, eating toast.

After Roman had poked through two cabinets with no success, and started on a third, Logan said, "Want some toast?" Roman turned, and Logan held up his second slice, offering it to him. Roman lit up.

"Is that Crofter's?"

"Obviously. It is, after all, the only jelly I'll put in my belly."

Roman accepted the toast with a grin, taking a big bite off the corner. Logan put two more slices of bread into the toaster, turning it on again.

Roman hopped up on the counter across from Logan, and as they ate toast and jelly together, they chatted. Roman told Logan about the creative project he'd been working on, and Logan told Roman about the research he'd been doing and the fascinating studies he'd been reading.

When the toaster dinged again, Logan took the toast out and buttered and jellied them without a pause in the conversation, handing one slice to Roman. The creative Side grinned gratefully back at him, and the snack break continued.

~~~~~

Chapter 2: Jelly As Far as the Eye Can See

[verdigrisprowl]

Nov 27 Dancitron Movie Night - The Jungle Book

Prowl was pretty much out of it all night. His deep suspicion of singing dogs and his inability to tell dogs from other mammals made the movie more unpleasant than it otherwise would have been.

Prowl is baffled at how long it takes people to be considered fully mature in Soundwave’s universe. Then again, he was sent off to become a police officer at like five days old.

Today ItsyBitsySpyers 7:50 pm *Soundwave's itching to move again, but there's no way he's doing that right now - so he's just sitting on his usual couch with a feeler lightly tapping in time* *Drinks and snacks where they usually are, minis where they usually are, all that.* Swoop 7:51 pm *is comparatively clean, put together, and stapler gun free tonight* Swoop 7:53 pm *scoops up a huge stack of snacks and toddles on over to Bird* ItsyBitsySpyers 7:55 pm *Soundwave is thankful for that. His mind is six places tonight and none of them are handling Crazed Dinobot Toddler Shenanigans.* *Bird is jamming out to the music right now, but she'll somehow fit popping the occasional treat into her mouth into it all, along with a whistled greeting* Swoop 7:56 pm *is all giggles and heart-eyes while he bobs along with Bird* Specs 7:56 pm *what's this? a whole cartful of treats! who wants mercury drops, energon truffles with soft silver centers, and cookies with delicate mercury and silver additions?* Bevel 7:58 pm *trundles in* ItsyBitsySpyers 7:58 pm *ZORI DOES! Brave scorpion leap from the nearest couch back onto the cart 😄 * *Frenzy waves yo to Bevel* Bevel 7:59 pm *waves* Specs 7:59 pm Help yourself, friend! 😄 *it's always nice to see people snacking happily* Bevel 8:00 pm Thanks! *will take something with mercury and join the twins at the usual table* ItsyBitsySpyers 8:01 pm #thank you #:D

*He will try to pick up a cookie that's like 1/4th his size and hold it overhead with his pincers. It won't quite work. Bonk to the head and startled beep.* Specs 8:02 pm *the dragon will try not to grin at how adorable Zori is* You okay there? ItsyBitsySpyers 8:02 pm #oh yes #I am fine #can you break this? #please? *Holds the cookie out* Bevel 8:03 pm *dances a little in her seat to the music* ItsyBitsySpyers 8:03 pm *Frenzy and Rumble join in a little. They're tired, but if their seatmate is dancing, why not?* Swoop 8:04 pm You Bird good dancer <3 Bevel 8:04 pm *grins* Specs 8:04 pm I can! *the dragon delicately snaps the cookie in half* Again, or is this good? *she probably should have worn gloves for this. oops.* ItsyBitsySpyers 8:04 pm {{Best dancer!}} Preen preen. Swoop 8:04 pm Best EVERYTHING! Magnum Ace 8:05 pm -pings Soundwave for permission- ItsyBitsySpyers 8:05 pm *Zori holds the cookie up one more time to compare it to himself and whistles happily.* #it is good! #thank you~ *Soundwave casually pops a bridge open for the Leaguers, about fifty feet from the door just to be safe.* ItsyBitsySpyers 8:06 pm *Little arachnid mouthparts nom nom nomming that cookie while still on the tray. It's a good viewing point. He'll watch from here.* Specs 8:07 pm Always happy to help out a friend! *the dragon delicately brushes residue off her paws while trying to be subtle about it. she licks those sometimes, better not have energon on them when she does!* *she'll sit near the tray. Swoop probably won't crush her here, and she gets to hang out with her favorite scorpion! win/win* FakeProwl 8:08 pm *shows up, sits down, props his elbows on his knees and his chin in his hands, zones out.* ItsyBitsySpyers 8:08 pm ((10 minute warning, grab your snacks and stuff)) Magnum Ace 8:08 pm -and he's going to trot through the bridge- Bull 8:08 pm *Follows in after Magnum* ItsyBitsySpyers 8:09 pm *Soundwave pings Prowl hello before resuming the tiny timing taps.* Magnum Ace 8:11 pm -time to find a seat- ItsyBitsySpyers 8:11 pm [[Greetings, you two.]] Magnum Ace 8:11 pm Hello, Soundwave Bull 8:12 pm Hello. *he waves up to the bigger mech* ItsyBitsySpyers 8:12 pm [[How are your sports events going?]] Swoop 8:12 pm ((do i want Cheetos or ice cream)) ItsyBitsySpyers 8:13 pm ((both)) Swoop 8:13 pm ((sick)) Magnum Ace 8:13 pm ((BOTH Swoop 8:13 pm ((LOL)) Bevel 8:13 pm *likes this songs greatly* Swoop 8:13 pm ((well the audience has voted and it is a clear tie. I suppose I must.)) ((mint ice cream and white cheddar cheedos)) ((pregnant food)) Magnum Ace 8:13 pm ((haha! ItsyBitsySpyers 8:13 pm ((just needs a pickle)) Swoop 8:14 pm ((I have olives)) Magnum Ace 8:14 pm ((that works Specs 8:14 pm ((I didn't know this song was real)) FakeProwl 8:14 pm ((... did you think it was a fake song...?)) Specs 8:15 pm ((to be entirely honest, I put it in the category of "shit I made up in my sleep")) FakeProwl 8:15 pm ((oh lmao)) Magnum Ace 8:15 pm Our games are mostly practice ones right now Specs 8:16 pm ((some songs just show up when I'm sleeping and get stuck in my head, there's one that's like "I need an SOS you'll be my SOS" and I don't think that song exists, and there's others too)) ItsyBitsySpyers 8:16 pm [[Ah. You are not battling actual teams right now?]] *Listen to him. Battling. Like it's an arena match. Clearly not a sports mech.* FakeProwl 8:17 pm *mumbles* Playing. Magnum Ace 8:17 pm ...they're games, not warfare ItsyBitsySpyers 8:17 pm ((i know three songs about SOS's)) Swoop 8:18 pm *shoves an entire handful of goodies in his face like the mannerless child he is* Bull 8:18 pm *Bull Armor knew that some they had been through could be considered 'battles' but says nother* Bevel 8:18 pm ((there's also a band called the S.O.S. Band)) ItsyBitsySpyers 8:18 pm *Soundwave looks over to Prowl, briefly confused before he realizes it's about how he worded things.*

[[Oh. Yes. Playing.]] ItsyBitsySpyers 8:19 pm ((OKAY warnings... tbh i don't remember, i watched this months and months ago. fire and violence and tigers threatening to eat kids and bees and falls from heights and things like that.)) Swoop 8:20 pm ((sounds like swoop's day to day life)) ItsyBitsySpyers 8:20 pm ((i am pretty sure y'all have at least seen the old one, not terribly different)) Magnum Ace 8:20 pm But, yes, mostly practice right now ((m'kay! Swoop 8:20 pm ((Not only have I seen the old one. I've seen the video my parents took of me as a toddler ROCKING OUT to the Bear Necessities. I'll never be able to escape that dance.)) Bevel 8:21 pm ((lol ItsyBitsySpyers 8:21 pm ((i have learned something new and powerful today)) [[May your practices be promising for the coming matches.]] He's pretty sure matches is still the right word. FakeProwl 8:22 pm *mumbles* Games. Specs 8:22 pm *the dragon's eyes widen* It's so green. ItsyBitsySpyers 8:22 pm *Ravage pops his head over the bar, then runs over to Soundwave to park himself on the empty side of the couch. He knows this. There's a him in it.* Bull 8:23 pm Thanks, it'll be awhile til we play another game. Swoop 8:23 pm Him on Dinobot Island? ItsyBitsySpyers 8:24 pm *Damn. Still wrong.*

[[Games.]] Magnum Ace 8:24 pm Thank you, but as Bull said, our season is over for now. ItsyBitsySpyers 8:24 pm {{Nooo, no Dinobots.}} Swoop 8:24 pm No Dinobots on Dinobot Island NOW. Decepticons broke island. Us leave. FakeProwl 8:25 pm *absent-mindedly pats Soundwave's knee, then props his chin up again.* Specs 8:25 pm They're fuzzy, there must be snow SOMEWHERE... Swoop 8:26 pm ((thank goodness there's no steeljaw here, they would have got a howl going)) Specs 8:27 pm *the dragon hums contemplatively. how could anything be so dry?* Swoop 8:27 pm Oh, him a .... porky pine. Kehehhh. It like Him Snarl. Poke! ItsyBitsySpyers 8:27 pm *Amused huff at the knee pat. At least Prowl was polite about correcting him.*

{{This long ago time story, no Dinobots.}} //Looks like you, Frenzy.//

\\I LIKE IT.\\ Specs 8:28 pm *the dragon gasps delightedly at the crocodile* It's a cousin! ...Well, kind of. No wings on it. Swoop 8:28 pm No Dinobot > : Them thirsty Swoop 8:30 pm You Bird not a good wolf. You tricky! Keheheh! Specs 8:30 pm *giggles* Hatchlings are all the same, aren't they. ItsyBitsySpyers 8:30 pm {{Peh, wolf.}} Swoop 8:30 pm Wolf lame. No flying. Specs 8:33 pm What a good docent. Swoop 8:33 pm Why tiger mad? Magnum Ace 8:33 pm ..... ItsyBitsySpyers 8:33 pm @Prowl: (txt): Tired today? Specs 8:34 pm *gasps again at the crocodile* Weird wingless cousin! I hope it lives. ItsyBitsySpyers 8:34 pm [[Humans do not belong in their spaces.]] Swoop 8:34 pm Why? ItsyBitsySpyers 8:34 pm #what is cousin? FakeProwl 8:34 pm @Soundwave «Yes.» Bevel 8:35 pm He said a human hurt him. ItsyBitsySpyers 8:35 pm *Small acknowledgment nod. He'll try not to be too taxing today.* Swoop 8:35 pm So? Specs 8:35 pm Most, well, dragons, aren't furry like me. Still the same shape, mostly. Four legs, thumbs, wings, tail, head. And most of our kinds can't make viable eggs together. So we call each other cousins. Specs 8:37 pm *gets a little emotional about the docent. that's the best of what a docent is supposed to be, poor wolf* ItsyBitsySpyers 8:37 pm #the Bagheera is a cousin? #to Ravage? Swoop 8:37 pm *rolls over so he can sprawl out properly with the goodies set out in front of him and his chin in his hands* Specs 8:37 pm *looks over at Ravage* *looks back at Bagheera* I think you should ask him. Magnum Ace 8:38 pm -coughing laugh at the cousin question- ItsyBitsySpyers 8:38 pm =...Passable.= Swoop 8:39 pm *flicks his wings* There birds in movie? ItsyBitsySpyers 8:39 pm {{Maybe. We see.}} Specs 8:39 pm *the dragon smiles a little* That's our answer, Zori. Magnum Ace 8:40 pm !!! Swoop 8:40 pm *perks up* ItsyBitsySpyers 8:41 pm =Memories.= Swoop 8:41 pm Him going die kehehh Way too slow FakeProwl 8:41 pm *Prowl's rooting for the dog that looks like Ravage.* Specs 8:41 pm *the dragon, too, is supremely confident that Bagheera will win that fight* Magnum Ace 8:41 pm -it's like him attempting to outrun Mach Windy, insane- Swoop 8:41 pm ((long live the king)) Magnum Ace 8:41 pm ((SWOOP NO Bull 8:42 pm Kid; please stay away from the horns. *knows how dangerous they can be* Specs 8:42 pm He did not stay away from the horns. Swoop 8:42 pm KEHEH! That fun. Me Swoop jump on other Dinobot that way before. GRAB! Magnum Ace 8:42 pm He apparently decided to do just that Bull 8:43 pm At least their horns don't move. ItsyBitsySpyers 8:43 pm *Ravage paws the couch in thought.*

=Hm. Stripes. Should find him. Speak.= Magnum Ace 8:43 pm True. That would have been bad ItsyBitsySpyers 8:44 pm *Soundwave gently strokes Ravage's back. They will look for him later, when this is over.* Swoop 8:45 pm ((jesus christ)) Bull 8:45 pm ! ItsyBitsySpyers 8:45 pm #D: #no! #why? Magnum Ace 8:45 pm -startled upright- Swoop 8:45 pm *cackles* DEAD Specs 8:45 pm *the dragon barely blinks* Because that's how people with more teeth in their skulls than brains solve problems. ItsyBitsySpyers 8:45 pm *Zori tries to burrow into the cookies.* Swoop 8:46 pm *rooolls over onto his back, giggling, then spreads his wings out as far as they will go for maximum floor coverage* *tosses a treat up for Bird* Specs 8:46 pm *she carefully covers Zori with cookies. he is safe. she will fight anyone who bothers him* Whirl 8:46 pm *trots on in, heading for the usual table. Are Shovel and the Gang seated there tonight?* ItsyBitsySpyers 8:46 pm *Nom nom treat!* Bevel 8:46 pm *they are* Swoop 8:46 pm *makes grabby hands at Bird* Magnum Ace 8:46 pm -reaches over to pat at Bull- Bevel 8:46 pm *waves to Whirl* Whirl 8:46 pm *excellent; he will bob his head at his table buddies as he sits* Magnum Ace 8:47 pm -best to not look- Specs 8:47 pm *the dragon hides her head under her tail at all the drowning* ItsyBitsySpyers 8:48 pm *The twins will punch Whirl hello. Zori will whistle and wave* Swoop 8:48 pm You Soundwave always pick movies with no flying! Kehheh. Them have wings, them have nooo problem! Whirl 8:48 pm *he accepts and welcomes the punches; Zori will get the greeting-beep in response* ((o boy. the most hilarious miscast of the film)) Specs 8:48 pm Waterlogged wings are a bit of a- *gasp* A skin! ItsyBitsySpyers 8:48 pm //Ew. What the frag.// Swoop 8:48 pm Lidard Whirl 8:48 pm ((i like scarjo but her voice was a bad fit for thissun)) Swoop 8:48 pm *Lizard Bevel 8:49 pm Skin? Specs 8:49 pm Usually you are supposed to eat those, really. There's too much you lose by leaving them out in the open. Well, so the cousins say. I don't shed my skin. Whirl 8:49 pm *peers at the dragon* Is that what you do? Just. Shuck it all off sometimes? Oh, well, nevermind. Question answered. Bevel 8:49 pm I thought skin kept organic organs inside? Specs 8:50 pm I think it helps with healing their scales? I'm not very clear on that. I know my skin is more elastic than theirs would be. ItsyBitsySpyers 8:50 pm \\MAYBE SOMEBODY KILLED IT.\\ Specs 8:50 pm It would have color if it was killed! That's just the top layer, I think? I'm not sure how that works. ItsyBitsySpyers 8:50 pm //Heh! I like whatever these fraggers are.// Swoop 8:50 pm Keheh them STEAL Bevel 8:50 pm *laughs* Whirl 8:51 pm Sneaky little glitches. Heh. Specs 8:51 pm *the dragon has to laugh too. what a trick!* Whirl 8:51 pm I guess that's how you weaponize cuteness. ItsyBitsySpyers 8:51 pm //Wouldn't know nothin' bout that, would we?//

{{No~}} Specs 8:51 pm *the dragon fluffs her fur out and looks at Whirl with them big ol eyes* Weaponized cuteness? What's that? ItsyBitsySpyers 8:52 pm @Prowl: (txt): Why tired? Rest disturbed? Swoop 8:52 pm Oh It snake ItsyBitsySpyers 8:52 pm *Chimera flaps down from above, intrigued by the appearance of a snake, and has a minor explosion to reform itself appropriately. Mimic them, and all that.* Magnum Ace 8:52 pm .... Whirl 8:52 pm *regards her, deadpan* Something that doesn't work on me. Bull 8:52 pm That's a big snake. Whirl 8:52 pm *a lie, it does. Zori defeated Whirl with his cuteness alone* Specs 8:53 pm Damn. *the dragon looks back at the snake* Do those live in trees, on earth? They look like things that live in the oceans where I live... Swoop 8:53 pm Eyes Magnum Ace 8:53 pm Glad we didn't run into any on the island Specs 8:53 pm ...They don't do that, though. Swoop 8:53 pm Fire Bird Bird Look, them live in cave too Magnum Ace 8:54 pm There's the explanation FakeProwl 8:54 pm *It takes him a moment to register the question.* @Soundwave «... More or less.» Whirl 8:55 pm Oh, hey. Didn't know Ravage was in this movie. Bevel 8:55 pm Ha Swoop 8:55 pm Kehehh Him touch teeth Specs 8:55 pm *blinks, and looks at Ravage* ItsyBitsySpyers 8:55 pm @Prowl: (txt): Source? =What.= FakeProwl 8:56 pm @Soundwave «Insomnia.» Whirl 8:56 pm ((speaking of hungry pythons it's Jerry's dinnertime)) Swoop 8:56 pm Nose Specs 8:56 pm ...Actually, nevermind. *the dragon looks back at the screen* FakeProwl 8:56 pm ((that's definitely a bear, it sounds the same as in skyrim)) Specs 8:56 pm ((jerry! jerry! jerry!)) Swoop 8:56 pm Him live in cave tooooooooo Specs 8:56 pm That's what those scaly noodles do. They coil. ItsyBitsySpyers 8:57 pm @Prowl: (txt): Unpleasant. Assistance required-wanted? Swoop 8:57 pm HIm kid ask lots, lots of question ItsyBitsySpyers 8:57 pm <<The Kaa is a serpent. The Kaa is not food.>> Whirl 8:57 pm *was that Chimera speaking? How rare; Whirl looks over* Magnum Ace 8:57 pm Oh He's sending him after a beehive That's a bad idea Specs 8:58 pm Sorry, Chimera. I meant that as shape, not as edibility. *the dragon blinks* Winter is not coming. There is no snow. ItsyBitsySpyers 8:58 pm *Chimera's first third is swaying in the air while they process the existence of the Kaa.* Specs 8:59 pm *the dragon offers Chimera a pat* Bevel 8:59 pm *trying to figure out if Kaa is bigger than Chimera* FakeProwl 8:59 pm @Soundwave «... None available.» Magnum Ace 8:59 pm -pokes Bull- -cover your eyes- Swoop 9:00 pm bumblebees ItsyBitsySpyers 9:00 pm *That was a much... MUCH bigger snake than they are. But they may be able to learn how to protect themselves by squeezing. As soon as they finish thinking about the idea.* Specs 9:00 pm *the dragon stares at the beehives in fascination* Are those edible? ((I love that line)) Bull 9:00 pm ugh... heights Specs 9:01 pm Well, clearly THAT'S edible. Whirl 9:01 pm Just about anything is edible if you're determined enough. Swoop 9:01 pm ((gross lol)) Bevel 9:02 pm *will put a hand out for Chimera if they're interested* Magnum Ace 9:03 pm -nudges Bull again- It's safe ItsyBitsySpyers 9:04 pm *Soundwave tilts his helm - he could interfere with the schedule if Prowl needed a few days to try to find recharge - but if Prowl says none is available, he will not push the matter. Prowl knows himself.*

*Chimera slithers around Bevel's arm and enters energy conservation mode.* Swoop 9:04 pm propaganda Specs 9:04 pm *the dragon cackles. she likes this movie* Bevel 9:04 pm *best kind of jewelry* Whirl 9:04 pm Welcome to the best table in the house, Chimera. *gestures expansively* ItsyBitsySpyers 9:05 pm *Optic flicker.*

<<Thank you, the Whirl. Why is it best?>> Bevel 9:05 pm Because we are all here! Whirl 9:05 pm All the coolest people are here. Hell yeah, Shovel gets it! Bevel 9:06 pm *grins* Swoop 9:06 pm tricky Specs 9:07 pm Winter is a long time away. I can't believe there's no snow. *winces. the poor docent.* Swoop 9:07 pm Him Tiger eat puppies ItsyBitsySpyers 9:07 pm <<The shapeshifter is warm.>>

[[The less snow, the better.]] Swoop 9:07 pm Oh there birds Bull 9:07 pm I have a bad feeling... Magnum Ace 9:07 pm . . . Bevel 9:08 pm Not nice. Whirl 9:08 pm Figure of speech. It means, basically, awesome. Specs 9:09 pm *winces again* I hope the docent doesn't die. Swoop 9:09 pm *chirps back at the screen* ItsyBitsySpyers 9:09 pm //So that's what kinda Earth bird the 'Beak is. Huh.// Swoop 9:10 pm kehehehhh Him bear lazy Whirl 9:10 pm *snickers* Swoop 9:10 pm like Snarl ItsyBitsySpyers 9:10 pm *Raspberry* Specs 9:10 pm *the dragon wiggles and taps her front paws* FakeProwl 9:11 pm *There's music. Why's there music.* *IT'S A SINGING DOG.* Bevel 9:11 pm ((omg ItsyBitsySpyers 9:11 pm ((i'm dying)) FakeProwl 9:11 pm *Prowl can't escape them.* Swoop 9:11 pm *giggles* Specs 9:11 pm *the dragon tries to sing along, but she is a bad singer and has never heard this song before. please bear with her* Swoop 9:11 pm *tosses a treat in the air for himself* Swoop 9:12 pm ((fucking brutal XD)) Specs 9:13 pm ((destroyed)) *snickers* *bagheera's like a docent version of ravage* ItsyBitsySpyers 9:13 pm *Just about as cranky too.* Swoop 9:14 pm Why cat mad? Bevel 9:14 pm Tricks? Specs 9:15 pm *hums the bare necessities song- badly* ItsyBitsySpyers 9:15 pm [[The bear is ruining his plan to move the human to the human land.]] Magnum Ace 9:15 pm Because the one he was protecting was played as a fool Swoop 9:15 pm Cats can tricky. Ravage tricky. ItsyBitsySpyers 9:15 pm *Ravage flicks his tail and sticks his nose in the air, optics closing briefly. Yes. Yes, he is.* Specs 9:16 pm ((elephants don't growl)) Whirl 9:16 pm Those things're cool. Specs 9:16 pm They look a little bit like one of the cousins, too. But not very. They don't have long tails, or wings. ItsyBitsySpyers 9:18 pm [[Why they do not kill the tiger and allow the human to stay and assist is beyond him.]] Swoop 9:18 pm It baby elephant Specs 9:18 pm ((bear dad and panther dad)) I can't imagine that Bagheera would lose to the tiger. Whirl 9:18 pm Honestly, yeah. The tiger's big, but there are a LOT of them. Maybe even trick him into that snake's pit. Bevel 9:19 pm Even if Bagheera could not beat him, I bet everyone together could. Whirl 9:19 pm Yeah. Especially now that Mowgli's done those big guys a favor. ItsyBitsySpyers 9:19 pm [[The... elephants? Are enormous beasts. Surely a stampede would destroy the tiger.]] Whirl 9:19 pm They could definitely take the tiger in a fight. Bevel 9:19 pm They could do it as thanks for saving the baby! Specs 9:20 pm Mmm. They're big, but size isn't everything. Magnum Ace 9:21 pm They're all scared of the tiger Whirl 9:21 pm It's not, but it doesn't hurt to be huge. *he would know, he is huge* Magnum Ace 9:22 pm His large reputation keeps them at bay Specs 9:22 pm It doesn't hurt to have teeth, and claws, either. Whirl 9:22 pm ...huh. Swoop 9:22 pm Kehehhehhhhh Them grab Specs 9:22 pm And, clearly, thumbs help too. Magnum Ace 9:22 pm That too, but I bet the reputation is what keeps the larger animals at bay ItsyBitsySpyers 9:22 pm =Thumbs are overrated.= Whirl 9:22 pm Agreed. Swoop 9:23 pm Him Ratchet say thumbs in medbay *flops his wings around* ' Specs 9:23 pm Not everything in the universe can be as awesome as you two, however. Us lesser beings need thumbs. Whirl 9:23 pm That's fair, that's fair. ItsyBitsySpyers 9:23 pm {{Him Ratchet smart medic, you listen.}} Swoop 9:23 pm Kehehhheheh Me know Bevel 9:23 pm *wiggles her thumbs absently* Swoop 9:23 pm Him best medic ever Specs 9:25 pm After all, a universe full of Ravage and Whirl? That would be... *wracks her brains for the word she's looking for* indescribable. Whirl 9:25 pm It would be loud. Swoop 9:25 pm Kehehhh Specs 9:25 pm Ravage isn't loud? ItsyBitsySpyers 9:25 pm //Naw. That's a universe fulla Frenzy.// Whirl 9:25 pm I'm loud enough for me AND Rava-PFFT. Swoop 9:25 pm Flying way way better than climb Whirl 9:25 pm Frenzy is loud enough for all the rest of us put together. He's a damn professional. Swoop 9:26 pm ((i am excite)) Specs 9:26 pm Some dragons climb glaciers without using their wings, Swoop. *the dragon huffs a little, though. she thinks it's stupid too.* Magnum Ace 9:26 pm ? ItsyBitsySpyers 9:26 pm =Me. Loud.= Scorn snort. =Never.=

\\EVERYBODY GOTTA HAVE A LIFE CALLIN'.\\ *Frenzy puffs his chest out.* //Needs more cowbell, I guess.// Whirl 9:26 pm ((omg)) Swoop 9:26 pm ((NEEDS MORE COWBELL)) ((o m f g )) Specs 9:27 pm ((moar cowbell)) Whirl 9:27 pm Holy--he's even BIGGER. That Tiger wouldn't stand a chance. Magnum Ace 9:27 pm ....they're not supposed to get that big Specs 9:27 pm I don't think he can leave that building... He's too big. Bevel 9:28 pm That is a really big monkey. Swoop 9:28 pm ((YES)) Specs 9:28 pm ((he's the mobster orangutan)) Swoop 9:28 pm Him King? Magnum Ace 9:28 pm They're not supposed to get that /big/ Specs 9:29 pm *giggles* Ears in his ears! Swoop 9:30 pm (( OH MY GOD)) ((this is actually the best)) Whirl 9:30 pm Well. Specs 9:30 pm *wiggles and taps again* you--o-o-o Whirl 9:30 pm His singing could definitely kill the tiger. Swoop 9:31 pm Him want fire a lot... It not hard. *blows just one little puff of a flame that goes right out* Magnum Ace 9:32 pm ... Bevel 9:32 pm *laughs* Swoop 9:32 pm ((that squint is so walken)) Specs 9:32 pm *the dragon giggles too* ItsyBitsySpyers 9:33 pm *Rumble dims his visor and affects a hoarser voice.*

//But, now ya come to me, and ya say, "King Louie, give me papayas." But ya don't ask wit' respect. Ya don't offer red flowers. Ya don't even think to call me Gigantopithecus. Instead, ya come into my ruins on the day you're s'posed to go to the village, and ya ask me to give fruits for nothin'.// Bevel 9:33 pm *giggles* Specs 9:33 pm *cackles* Whirl 9:33 pm *BURSTS OUT LAUGHING* FakeProwl 9:33 pm ((PFFF)) Swoop 9:34 pm *doesn't know why we are laughing but laughs anyway* Whirl 9:34 pm Nice, Rumble. A classic. Bevel 9:34 pm Monkey army. Specs 9:34 pm It's like a sport. Whack-a-monkey. ItsyBitsySpyers 9:34 pm //We gotta do that one some t-- aw yeah, monkey fight.// Magnum Ace 9:34 pm !!! Whirl 9:34 pm Not a bad Brando either. Specs 9:34 pm If he's big enough to break rocks, he's big enough to kill a tiger. Whirl 9:35 pm And yeah, we should. Maybe we can swing another Culture Club sometime. Yeah, he'd pulverize that tiger. Swoop 9:35 pm Why them say human has fire? Him not dinobot. There no human fire. *pats his throat* ItsyBitsySpyers 9:35 pm {{Humans make fire.}} Specs 9:36 pm *the dragon attempts to imitate the monkey squeaking* Swoop 9:36 pm Not MAKE. Not ... *lacks words so he just pats his mouth* ItsyBitsySpyers 9:36 pm {{Noooo, them use sticks. Little wood.}} Swoop 9:36 pm Monkey can't wood? Specs 9:36 pm Oh. Swoop 9:36 pm KAHA! Dead. Magnum Ace 9:37 pm ..... Specs 9:37 pm This is why you don't live in buildings too big for you. Swoop 9:38 pm Him not so fast. Cat catch. Magnum Ace 9:38 pm He's got a long head start though ItsyBitsySpyers 9:38 pm {{Them monkey not knowing how make wood-fire.}} Swoop 9:39 pm Why not? ItsyBitsySpyers 9:39 pm {{Nobody teach.}} Swoop 9:39 pm Ohh Okay Windchill 9:39 pm *Is LATE to a movie with FIRE?! Wow what a tragedy.* Whirl 9:40 pm See, this is how you get revenge. ItsyBitsySpyers 9:40 pm [[This will not end well.]] Bevel 9:40 pm If he runs too fast that fire will go out. Swoop 9:40 pm FIRE! kehehh Whirl 9:40 pm Burn absolutely everything to the ground and annihilate your enemy. Windchill 9:40 pm *Time to sit his booty down.* Specs 9:40 pm Get revenge by consuming your foe and everything they created. Whirl 9:40 pm *bobs his head at Windchill* Swoop 9:40 pm Him burn cat. Tiger. Whirl 9:40 pm Yep. ...maybe literally, depending on who you are. ItsyBitsySpyers 9:40 pm [[There it is.]] Magnum Ace 9:41 pm .... Bevel 9:41 pm Oh no. Whirl 9:41 pm pretty sure my pal Blurr takes "consume your foe" to a whole new level. Windchill 9:41 pm *Does the Pocahontas wave and takes a seat.* Magnum Ace 9:41 pm -doesn't like Blurr much, thanks- Windchill 9:41 pm Look at all of those pretend animals. *snorts* Magnum Ace 9:42 pm ....... Swoop 9:42 pm ((OH MY FUCKING GOD CHILD)) Whirl 9:42 pm Damn right. Magnum Ace 9:42 pm ((damnit kid Specs 9:42 pm Why doesn't he just attack Shere Khan? Windchill 9:42 pm He's wearing a diaper? Wow what a baby. Whirl 9:42 pm Nothing wrong with being the scariest thing in the jungle. Windchill 9:42 pm I'm impressed. Swoop 9:43 pm Him burn everything Magnum Ace 9:43 pm ((gdi kid Whirl 9:43 pm I mean, I'd do exactly what the tiger asked. Windchill 9:43 pm *chinhands.* *Wolves are overrated but okay.* Specs 9:44 pm I agree. The tiger wants to be destroyed? Fine by me. Whirl 9:44 pm Should've burned him when he gave you the chance. Swoop 9:44 pm Him bear lazy. Not lots of fighting. Tiger better. ItsyBitsySpyers 9:44 pm *Ravage snorts. Being a wolf and having a pack didn't save the lupine Steeljaw from him and the others.* Windchill 9:45 pm Pathetic. Bevel 9:45 pm Ha, distraction. Magnum Ace 9:45 pm -shouldn't they be trying to put out the fire?- Specs 9:45 pm *the dragon giggles a little. get him, earth ravage!* ItsyBitsySpyers 9:45 pm *Hiss.* Swoop 9:46 pm Everything burning really fast for GREEN leaves and stuff. Whirl 9:46 pm If the fire's hot enough, I guess. Windchill 9:46 pm Can he even breathe up there? Specs 9:47 pm Things being dry helps. But I can't imagine he can breathe up there. I couldn't, anyways. On the other paw, I would also probably be on fire, so. Windchill 9:47 pm Or see. His eyes would be watering enough to put out the fires all by themselves. Swoop 9:47 pm Being on fire pretty fun Windchill 9:47 pm Unrealistic. Specs 9:47 pm You're made of metal, Swoop. I am not. Swoop 9:48 pm Fire fun for everyone : > Magnum Ace 9:48 pm The tiger is not paying attention to danger Specs 9:48 pm ... *the dragon scoots away from the dinobot* Magnum Ace 9:48 pm He's too focused on revenge And no, fire is not fun for everyone Windchill 9:48 pm What the heck kind of tree looks like that? Kinda cool. I mean, for a tree. Specs 9:49 pm Ravage's cousin said it was a fig creeper? Windchill 9:49 pm *Maybe he'll look it up later.* Magnum Ace 9:49 pm -says the mech who sets one of his pitches on fire- ItsyBitsySpyers 9:50 pm =Poor hunter. No calm.= *Even in the prison riot, Ravage kept his cool while slaughtering the guards.* =No patience.= Windchill 9:50 pm Dirty boys. Swoop 9:50 pm That bad perch Magnum Ace 9:50 pm Dead tree Swoop 9:50 pm Creak creak Specs 9:50 pm That's why your cousin should have beaten him. u_u Magnum Ace 9:50 pm It's going to break Swoop 9:51 pm KAHHAHHAHH DEAD Specs 9:51 pm Dead. Whirl 9:51 pm Nice. Windchill 9:51 pm I guess he was flammable. Bevel 9:51 pm He won with tricks. Specs 9:51 pm If he's furry, he's flammable. Trust me. Swoop 9:51 pm Swing over fire look fun : > ItsyBitsySpyers 9:51 pm *Half-squint. Good. That would have been a fine lesson, if the tiger were Cybertronian. Too bad he's a flesh creature.* Bevel 9:51 pm Really good trick. Windchill 9:52 pm Ah yes, the fire that conveniently douses itself. Oh never mind, there it is. Kinda. Swoop 9:52 pm Bird Me Swoop want swing to play Whirl 9:52 pm ((the lick. bless)) Specs 9:52 pm ((bless panther and bear dad)) Windchill 9:52 pm Um. Bevel 9:52 pm ((I didn't notice that the last time Specs 9:53 pm *the dragon giggles a little. look at those proud docents. it's adorable.* Windchill 9:53 pm That is a giant baby elephant. ItsyBitsySpyers 9:53 pm *Soundwave leans forward a little. Are they building a-- they are. How fascinating. Do actual elephants do this?* Magnum Ace 9:54 pm Oh, wow Specs 9:54 pm Go clean off the hatchling, docent wolf. Windchill 9:54 pm Yeah okay. Swoop 9:54 pm There lot of wolves not lots of other animal who they eat Windchill 9:54 pm The wolves ate everyone else already? Swoop 9:55 pm kehehe, maybe! Specs 9:56 pm *gentle gasp* Docent wolf is the leader! Bevel 9:56 pm Or they mostly stay away. ItsyBitsySpyers 9:57 pm #:O #he did not go away! #that is a good end #I like it Swoop 9:57 pm ((oh, does he not go back in this one?)) Specs 9:57 pm *wiggles and taps* It looks like he doesn't, Zori! Windchill 9:57 pm Oh my god. Magnum Ace 9:57 pm That was...interesting Swoop 9:57 pm *bounces* Windchill 9:58 pm *Is that...it must be.* *His one true fear.* Bull 9:58 pm It wasn't too bad. Windchill 9:58 pm *CHRISTOPHER WALKEN.* *Goes bugeyed in horror.* Specs 9:58 pm *gets to gently flapping wings along with her boogeying* Bevel 9:59 pm *nods along to music* Magnum Ace 9:59 pm -settles again- Windchill 9:59 pm *What manner of evil is this?* ItsyBitsySpyers 9:59 pm #rude!! #they were walking! Swoop 10:00 pm KA! Book catch him. Windchill 10:00 pm *Horror has settled into a kind of annoyance.* *Finally, it's gone.* ItsyBitsySpyers 10:00 pm [[Ah. So this is where this song is from.]] Windchill 10:01 pm Well. That was a movie I guess. Swoop 10:01 pm That movie pretty good. Even if no birds. Or dinosaurs. Or both. Windchill 10:01 pm There was a peacock. Swoop 10:01 pm Yeah Windchill 10:01 pm That's a bird. Swoop 10:01 pm but Windchill 10:01 pm I think. Swoop 10:01 pm him not do anything Windchill 10:01 pm That's true. Lazy bird. Swoop 10:02 pm Kehheh Bird not laaaaaaazy Her busy busy with eating keheh ItsyBitsySpyers 10:02 pm *Soundwave idly wonders if the serpent was telepathic. That eye trick was impressive.* Windchill 10:02 pm *Uses every last iota of control to not roll his eyeballs.* Eating is a good thing to be busy with. Swoop 10:03 pm yup Windchill 10:03 pm What if... I eat you? Swoop 10:03 pm No Specs 10:03 pm *the dragon stretches out* I think it's time to go back, before Whirl's friend eats me. Goodnight, everyone! *pat for Zori! pat for Chimera!* Swoop 10:04 pm Me Swoop keheh Me bite YOU Windchill 10:04 pm Yeah, I might just. Swoop 10:04 pm noOoo ItsyBitsySpyers 10:04 pm *Zori bleeps a goodbye, waving a pincer.*

#thank you for the cookie Windchill 10:04 pm Up and start eating people without warning. Whirl 10:04 pm Seeya, dragon. Swoop 10:04 pm That Grimlock thing kehehh Windchill 10:04 pm It could happen. Swoop 10:04 pm You not king Whirl 10:04 pm Windchill, I'm hoping you have enough self-control not to devour my friends. Windchill 10:04 pm *Waves at the retreating tasty morsel.* Specs 10:04 pm Always a pleasure to make cookies for my favorite micron. Seeya, Whirl! Windchill 10:05 pm Do you see me actively eating your friends right now? Whirl 10:05 pm *bobs his head goodbye* Windchill 10:05 pm They don't even look tasty. ItsyBitsySpyers 10:05 pm *Tiny gasp! Zori is a favorite? He's just gonna wiggle.* Whirl 10:05 pm No, but just because you're not up to doing something ridiculous NOW doesn't mean you won't later. Windchill 10:05 pm Well. Whirl 10:05 pm I know you too well. Windchill 10:05 pm To be fair. Swoop 10:05 pm *streeeeeeeeeeeeetches all his scrawny limbs out in many directions* *wings everywhere* Windchill 10:05 pm I haven't eaten anyone in a long time so it's either not really a problem, or I'm overdue. I guess we'll see. Wait. No. Do greyfaces count as people? ItsyBitsySpyers 10:06 pm [[Only some of them.]] Swoop 10:06 pm lots of people has GREY face Windchill 10:06 pm Oh, well. I've definitely eaten a few of those. Bevel 10:06 pm Greyfaces are annoying. Windchill 10:07 pm They don't mess with me much anymore, so. It paid off. Whirl 10:07 pm I don't count 'em as such, nope. Bull 10:07 pm 'Greyfaces'? *Bull Armor looks curious. ItsyBitsySpyers 10:07 pm [[Yes. They do seem to be quiet these days.]] Pause. [[He's not sure that is a good thing. It never has been before.]] Magnum Ace 10:07 pm They're annoying Windchill 10:08 pm Let's just say that I'm probably not planning on eating anyone. It's not really healthy for me. ItsyBitsySpyers 10:08 pm //Greyfaces. Y'know, the weird little grey things poppin' up sometimes, doin' 'n sayin' weird scrap.// Swoop 10:08 pm Not healthy for THEM kehhehh ItsyBitsySpyers 10:08 pm //Pow, 'n suddenly you got baseballs for eyes or somethin'.// Magnum Ace 10:08 pm Bull, the three days I couldn't practice was because of them Bevel 10:08 pm They do not bother me. *pleased* Windchill 10:08 pm Swoop's got the right idea. FakeProwl 10:08 pm *hears his name, looks up* ??? Bull 10:08 pm I have not run into any of them before. *unless they were talking about Sharky-dorgs* Swoop 10:09 pm Me Swoop have LOTS of right idea FakeProwl 10:09 pm *... no wait, that was "pow," not "Prowl." zones out again.* Windchill 10:09 pm I don't know about that, kiddo. Oh wait, excuse me. Swoop 10:09 pm :V Windchill 10:09 pm Not kiddo. Whirl 10:09 pm They've turned me into a bird at least once. Windchill 10:09 pm You're a big boy now. Swoop 10:09 pm Yah me Swoop have BIRTHDAY Whirl 10:09 pm But that was kinda fun, to be honest. Windchill 10:09 pm You're an old fart now! Swoop 10:09 pm Yup ItsyBitsySpyers 10:09 pm {{Bird remembers Whirlybird. Neheheheh. Skritches.}} Swoop 10:09 pm Me Swoop am 33 YEARS now Whirl 10:10 pm *immediately squints at Laserbeak. How dare you* Magnum Ace 10:10 pm I've heard they also turn you into humans on occasion Whirl 10:10 pm *but I mean. U right* Windchill 10:10 pm The bird was...I think I slept through most of that. Did I? Swoop 10:10 pm Scritches? 😮 Windchill 10:10 pm *Looks mildly alarmed.* Swoop 10:10 pm *where are they he wants the scritches* Windchill 10:11 pm *Windchill has claws he can scritch like a DEMON.* Bevel 10:11 pm They turned my creator into a human once. ItsyBitsySpyers 10:11 pm *Fight her, Whirl. She has a Dinobot.* Swoop 10:11 pm *is a dinobot* Whirl 10:11 pm *you know whirl would happily fight a dinobot* Windchill 10:11 pm *Windchill would fight anyone.* Whirl 10:12 pm I'm not going to remind you of the things you said when I was a bird. Windchill 10:12 pm *Doesn't mean he would WIN, 'specially not on purpose. But he would fight.* Whirl 10:12 pm Not being able to talk was a little irritating, but I could taste, so... even trade. Magnum Ace 10:12 pm They sound like they cause chaos Windchill 10:12 pm I remember I kissed your bird head. And the deposit made in my mouth. Swoop 10:12 pm Whirl was bird? Whirl 10:12 pm Also being the same size of these mooks *sidelong glance to the twins* was a novel experience. ItsyBitsySpyers 10:12 pm [[They are helpful on occasion.]] Windchill 10:12 pm That's about it. Whirl 10:12 pm Briefly, yep. Thanks to the greyfaces. Swoop 10:13 pm *flaps his wings* Fun HUH? Magnum Ace 10:13 pm Helpful? What I've heard is mostly...not Windchill 10:13 pm *Has noticed that they seem to be listening to real music.* Bull 10:13 pm *is even more confused* Windchill 10:14 pm I don't think I've met a helpful greyface in my life. ItsyBitsySpyers 10:14 pm [[Oh, yes. Now and then one of them will act on a shred of kindness. They have assisted him a few times before.]] Whirl 10:14 pm Oh, yeah. Analogue flight is great. I had the best of both worlds--analogue wings AND rotor arrays. ItsyBitsySpyers 10:14 pm *Rumble snorts.*

//You oughta be our size more often. Get away with LOADS more scrap, heh.// Swoop 10:15 pm *grins at whirl* wicked Windchill 10:15 pm Granted, seeing as I've taken to killing them when they piss me off, which is all the time, they're probably not much inclined to be nice to me. Whirl 10:15 pm Just goes to show you how good I am at getting away with stuff now, while I'm huge. *smugly* ItsyBitsySpyers 10:15 pm *Rumble's mouth opens and closes for a moment before he just shrugs.*

//Yeah, I can't argue that. Like, at all.// Magnum Ace 10:16 pm . . . All right then... Whirl 10:16 pm *snickers* ItsyBitsySpyers 10:17 pm *Soundwave thinks back to how he used to handle some of his worse greyfaces and looks over at Prowl. Too bad he can't ever talk about it. It would probably amuse the mech to find out an alternate was responsible for convincing him to stop.* FakeProwl 10:17 pm *~oblivious~* Magnum Ace 10:17 pm So...will they stop if I ignore them? Windchill 10:18 pm ...Maybe. Bevel 10:18 pm Or they might get worse. Swoop 10:18 pm Bird Windchill 10:19 pm Smushing 'em's easier. Magnum Ace 10:19 pm . . . Swoop 10:19 pm *is oblivious to the soundrack of his future playing in the background* Magnum Ace 10:19 pm I'm not as large as almost /all/ of you ItsyBitsySpyers 10:19 pm *There's reasons he's not using the ones with video footage. That's for another night.* Windchill 10:19 pm Greyfaces are small. Whirl 10:19 pm They go away eventually. I haven't seen one in a long, long time. Magnum Ace 10:20 pm So ignoring them should work? Swoop 10:20 pm Bird, you see grey magic stuff before? Windchill 10:20 pm It's worth a try. Bevel 10:20 pm I only saw them when I was a newbuild. Magnum Ace 10:21 pm -he'd rather not be on the bench for three or more days again- Windchill 10:21 pm But if they rain dildos on your head or make you bleed from your unmentionables...don't say you weren't warned. ItsyBitsySpyers 10:21 pm {{Lots, many many. Them bother Boss most timing, not Bird much. Quiet now. Questions, not many trick.}} Magnum Ace 10:21 pm What and what? Windchill 10:21 pm ... Let's just say that I have a reason to kill them on sight these days. Several reasons. Magnum Ace 10:21 pm ? Swoop 10:22 pm Oh. Neat! Me Swoop.... umm.... dunno... *legitimately cannot recall if this is a thing that happened before to him, given that he's from a pretty batty universe to start with* ItsyBitsySpyers 10:22 pm [[He prefers the ones who ask questions.]] *Taps his leg, thinking.* [[Not that the inhabitants of the multiverse aren't capable of bizarre or unpleasant things all by themselves.]] Bull 10:22 pm .... ItsyBitsySpyers 10:23 pm [[But at least they have never convinced a small horde of sentient insects to crown him their king.]] Windchill 10:23 pm *Feels personally attacked.* Bevel 10:23 pm *giggles* ItsyBitsySpyers 10:23 pm *Glance at Bevel. He hears you.* Swoop 10:24 pm *glances over at the speakers and feels kind of weird, can't explain why, he's just glad the song is over* Bevel 10:24 pm *giggles harder* Windchill 10:24 pm Anyway, greyfaces are generally stupid and do the same things over and over. Magnum Ace 10:25 pm ..... Windchill 10:25 pm *Or, would if he hadn't put a dent in their population.* Magnum Ace 10:25 pm I really have no idea what you are talking about. But okay Windchill 10:25 pm That's probably a good thing. Swoop 10:26 pm *scrunches up his nose* what noise? Windchill 10:27 pm *Tries to not snicker at Swoop's face.* *Fails.* ItsyBitsySpyers 10:28 pm [[Music.]] Swoop 10:28 pm *rolls his optics at soundwave* Windchill 10:28 pm Him Swoop no like? Swoop 10:28 pm Me Swoop like HER BIRD music : > ItsyBitsySpyers 10:29 pm [[Then you can attend the next newbuild night to listen to it.]] Bevel 10:29 pm I like it. Swoop 10:29 pm Me Swoop not NEWbuilt. Me 33 now. Windchill 10:30 pm That's right. ItsyBitsySpyers 10:30 pm [[You are under two million. You are a newbuild.]] Magnum Ace 10:30 pm ... Windchill 10:30 pm Our little baby is...*makes a dramatic show of wiping away a tear.* ...all grown up. I'm so proud. Swoop 10:30 pm Two million is SOOOO MANY! Magnum Ace 10:30 pm -RIGHT! Not going to ask ages now, they have to be up early tomorrow- ItsyBitsySpyers 10:30 pm \\HE'S *YOUR* KID? THAT EXPLAINS SO MUCH.\\ *Ask them ages next time. It'll be a hoot.* Windchill 10:31 pm No, thank Primus. Well. FakeProwl 10:31 pm *at some point, Prowl gradually became conscious of the fact that there is not, in fact, a movie playing anymore.* Windchill 10:31 pm I mean. Magnum Ace 10:31 pm Soundwave? Can we get assistance home now? Bevel 10:31 pm *welcome to the after party, prowl* FakeProwl 10:31 pm *he started picking up on the conversation again somewhere around the time Soundwave said that anyone under two million was a newbuild.* Windchill 10:31 pm If he were he probably wouldn't have turned out like that, so you're mileage may vary. FakeProwl 10:32 pm *looks at Soundwave like that's the wildest thing he's ever heard.* *admittedly, his "that's wild" face is a 😐 face, but still.* Swoop 10:32 pm Two million SO SO MANY Magnum Ace 10:32 pm -he will and probably just /stare/- ItsyBitsySpyers 10:32 pm [[...What? No it isn't. Not here.]] Windchill 10:32 pm Is it? *Legitimately doesn't know.* Swoop 10:32 pm Uh huh Windchill 10:32 pm Huh. ItsyBitsySpyers 10:33 pm *Looks at Prowl. How is that surprising? You know how old he is.* Windchill 10:33 pm I've been told a million is a lot. FakeProwl 10:33 pm *you're considered a newbuild until you're TWO MILLION?* Magnum Ace 10:33 pm ...... FakeProwl 10:33 pm *TWO? MILLION?* Magnum Ace 10:33 pm Wait Wait, hold on Two million years? Swoop 10:33 pm Me Swoop aaaaaaaaaaalmost 50! That a loooootttt, Soundwave. Not a newbuilt. Bevel 10:34 pm My creator is like fifty million. *she might have added a couple million there* ItsyBitsySpyers 10:34 pm //So's Bird.//

{{NO! Not fifty!}} Mutter mutter sounds like forty-something. Bull 10:34 pm Million? ... ItsyBitsySpyers 10:34 pm \\WE'RE LONG-LIVED, BUDDY.\\ Swoop 10:34 pm How old Bird is? *giggles* Magnum Ace 10:35 pm I can tell. Bevel 10:35 pm *waves her hand dismissively and grins* Close enough! FakeProwl 10:35 pm ... I'd spent over half my life at war when I hit two million. Windchill 10:35 pm Is a gazillion a big number? *He's heard that one before, too.* Magnum Ace 10:35 pm . . . Can we go home now? FakeProwl 10:35 pm In your universe, mechs aren't even considered competent to make their own decisions until then? Bevel 10:36 pm We can make decisions before two million! ItsyBitsySpyers 10:36 pm [[Your timeline is shorter. He would not count y-- one moment.]] To the Leaguers: [[There will be a bridge waiting outside when you are ready to take it. Try not to dwell on the age matter too much.]] Magnum Ace 10:36 pm -nods- Okay...and thank you Swoop 10:37 pm Two million toooo maaanyyyy. Me Swoop can kill mech TODAY. That grown up thing. Bull 10:37 pm Umm, thanks. Maybe see you guys next week. *waves* Bevel 10:37 pm That is because it is different in your universe. Magnum Ace 10:37 pm -scrambles down and out. Time to get home- Good night Windchill 10:38 pm *Waves because it's polite to acknowledge people or something to that effect.* Swoop 10:39 pm Me Swoop want to see Bird doing music thing LOTS! Not wait for Neeeewbuilt Night. That for BABIES. Windchill 10:39 pm Oh... ItsyBitsySpyers 10:39 pm [[Where was he... two million. Yes. Technically it is one and a half million years, but with so many records missing and different planetary schedules he finds it easier to check a whole number.]] Windchill 10:39 pm So that means I can go? Swoop 10:39 pm (( every time swoop says the word baby or babies, he WILL say it like https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NFzXIplizck )) Bevel 10:40 pm *not going to dwell on the fact that she's been fighting and killing since she figured out how to really transform* Windchill 10:40 pm (( Oh my god. )) ItsyBitsySpyers 10:40 pm //How old are ya, Windchill?// Whirl 10:40 pm ((omg im sorry if anyone said anything to whirl i got distracted by an extremely cute beetle)) Swoop 10:40 pm *was conceived for badass 80s murder specifically and has no idea what adult night could possibly be where he isn't allowed to attend* Windchill 10:40 pm Wheh? FakeProwl 10:40 pm ((share it)) Windchill 10:40 pm (( I saw ur beetle post I would be distracted by that precious nibbler 2 )) Uh. I don't do math and so don't know how old I am. Swoop 10:41 pm Bird, Bird. Tell Him Soundwave that Me Swoop not a baaaby. Me can do ANYTHING. Dinobots can do anything! And listen to Bird music is a thing! Whirl 10:41 pm (( http://megaweapon.tumblr.com/post/167964851515/thebabys-exoskeleton-has-darkened-completely-now )) Windchill 10:41 pm It's a mystery...it's history... Whirl 10:41 pm ((uhh that didn't... paste quite right bit ot's a video of the beetle being cute)) FakeProwl 10:42 pm ((what a cute)) Whirl 10:42 pm Yeah, I was grown long before I was two million, too. Swoop 10:42 pm You Whirl tell Soundwave too! Tell Him that Me Swoop can go to Dancitron on NOT Newbuilt Night. Windchill 10:42 pm *Furrows his brows.* ItsyBitsySpyers 10:43 pm @Prowl: (txt): What reason, surprise? [[It is his business. He will restrict you to the night he considers appropriate.]] Swoop 10:43 pm :V Bevel 10:43 pm I am two million so I do not have to go to newbuild night anymore. *she really should go to Dancitron on a regular night sometime huh* Swoop 10:43 pm What APPROPRIATE? Whirl 10:44 pm Pfft, as if, Swoop, this isn't MY house. Swoop 10:44 pm Dinobots NEVER appropriate Windchill 10:44 pm *Snorts.* Hell yeah, that's the right attitude. *He's never appropriate either.* Whirl 10:44 pm *looks to the twins* How old're you two, anyway? If you told me, I've already forgot. FakeProwl 10:44 pm @Soundwave «That seems an absurdly long time for a person to be blundering about too cluelessly to be trusted to handle his own life.» Swoop 10:45 pm *back swoop up here, prowl* *LetTheDinoDrink2018* FakeProwl 10:45 pm *oh no, you should absolutely not be trusted around narcotics of any kind* ItsyBitsySpyers 10:45 pm //We're, uh... 20 million?// \\18 MILLION.\\ //Frag it. Somewhere in there. Busted chronometers, y'know.// Death'll do that. Windchill 10:45 pm *Briefly wonders if he might be a baby by comparison to anyone else...decides not to worry about it.* Swoop 10:46 pm *whines* Biiird Bevel 10:46 pm You were dead? Windchill 10:46 pm *He's pretty sure that he's older than Swoop, so good enough.* ItsyBitsySpyers 10:46 pm {{Bird never dead, what you talking about? Peh.}} Swoop 10:46 pm ((windchill and swoop at newbuilt night)) ItsyBitsySpyers 10:47 pm {{What Swoop?}} Whirl 10:47 pm Well. ...damn. Bevel 10:47 pm *so confused* Whirl 10:47 pm That's a long time to be alive. *what an INTELLIGENT AND THOUGHTFUL RESPONSE WHIRL* Swoop 10:47 pm Me Swoop want to listen to You Bird. Newbuilt Night, no Newbuilt Night. : < Whirl 10:47 pm *he's honestly a bit flabbergasted* Windchill 10:47 pm (( That would be...bad. )) Bevel 10:47 pm I guess. *shrugs* ItsyBitsySpyers 10:47 pm {{You swoop Newbuild. You go that night.}} Swoop 10:48 pm 💔 *u cut him deep bord* ItsyBitsySpyers 10:49 pm @Prowl: (txt): Not blundering. Soundwave explains; patience requested. Windchill 10:50 pm *Crosses his legs.* FakeProwl 10:50 pm *acknowledging ping* Swoop 10:50 pm : < Windchill 10:51 pm Numbers schmumbers. Swoop 10:51 pm yeAH Windchill 10:51 pm *What.* Swoop 10:51 pm Me Swoop can do anything 2 million year bot do : < Windchill 10:51 pm Except display a modicum of common sense or rational decision making. Swoop 10:52 pm You meet Huffer? kehehhh Windchill 10:52 pm ... Does he do drugs? Bevel 10:52 pm Huffer whines a lot. Windchill 10:52 pm I would too, with a name like that. Swoop 10:52 pm Huffer get smack a lot kehheeh For say dumb stuff AT bots Windchill 10:53 pm Wow. He gets smacked...for saying dumb stuff? Swoop 10:53 pm Yup Windchill 10:53 pm Huh. Bevel 10:53 pm That is mean. Windchill 10:53 pm I wonder how much of MY life that explains. *Not enough of it.* Actually. Swoop 10:54 pm Him Grimlock say Him eat Huffer but Huffer kehhh Huffer probably give tank ache kee Windchill 10:54 pm Most of my recent smackings are for putting my mouth on Whirl so that's warranted. Whirl 10:54 pm Damn right. Windchill 10:54 pm Yeah. That's how I consent to being smacked. Swoop 10:55 pm (( my personal favorite huffer pic http://tfwiki.net/mediawiki/images2/4/4f/DivideandConquer_shutupHuffer.jpg )) Windchill 10:55 pm I ask for it. Whirl 10:55 pm Don't YOU get any bright ideas, neither. *peers at Swoop* Bevel 10:55 pm *can't argue there, she's punched bots for similar* Swoop 10:55 pm Bright idea? Windchill 10:55 pm (( BEautiful. )) Bevel 10:55 pm ((omg Ironhide plz FakeProwl 10:56 pm ((i looked at optimus's chest and i first i thought that was a nightmarish upside-down reflection of optimus's face)) Bevel 10:56 pm ((his whole hand fits over his face i can't Whirl 10:56 pm If you didn't get it right away, I ain't explaining. Bevel 10:56 pm ((i did too puff Swoop 10:56 pm Him bite you? Windchill 10:56 pm I think what Whirl means to say, is...don't have any ideas at all. *Gasps in faux offense at this insinuation.* Windchill 10:58 pm *As if Windchill has ever been anything but a gentle lover.* Swoop 10:58 pm ??? Whirl 10:58 pm I don't know who you're asking what, at this point. Windchill 10:58 pm *Except when he's not and legit bites people.* Swoop 10:58 pm *points to windchill* Him bite you *points to whirl* Whirl 10:58 pm Nope. Why the hell would he BITE me? Swoop 10:59 pm *cocks his head, has no idea what we're talking about oanymore* Windchill 10:59 pm Because you're so tasty, Whirl. I just can't help myself. Whirl 10:59 pm Don't you start spreading rumors about me. Windchill 10:59 pm Mmmmhmmmm. Bevel 10:59 pm Ew. Windchill 10:59 pm *Licks his lips grossly.* Sorry. Old habits. Whirl 10:59 pm Ugh. Windchill 11:00 pm I love rumours. They're like a disease. Swoop 11:00 pm *blows raspberries at this whole conversation* Bevel 11:00 pm *...not sure if she imagined that apology, what's in this drink?* Windchill 11:00 pm Anyway. Swoop 11:01 pm Bird! Me Swoop want to go play. With you! Windchill 11:01 pm I'm hardly the one spreading rumours when you've got everyone lined up to feast on your corpse the moment you kick the bucket. Has nothing to do with ME. Whirl 11:01 pm I've got exactly ONE PERSON. Windchill 11:02 pm Yeah, and he's lining up. I'd eat you if you'd share. So selfish. I mean. Think about it. I could eat you and you would be a part of me. /Forever./ Bevel 11:02 pm *gonna pet Chimera instead of being part of this conversation yep* Whirl 11:03 pm That's horrifying. Windchill 11:03 pm I know. Whirl 11:03 pm And my cue to leave. This has officially gotten too weird for me. *streeetches* Windchill 11:03 pm I have a macabre sense of humour, I can't believe you haven't noticed already. Whirl 11:03 pm Catch you losers later. Bevel 11:03 pm Night, Whirl! Windchill 11:03 pm Bye, sucker. Have fun with your space boat... Without me... FakeProwl 11:04 pm *if Bevel wanted to avoid the conversation, she should have planned ahead like Prowl and not gotten adequate sleep for three weeks. It makes it very easy to zone out.* *although, admittedly, very hard to do anything else.* Windchill 11:04 pm Actually it'd be cool if you showed some pics sometime. Whirl 11:04 pm When it's actually fixed up I'll invite you lot over, or something. Windchill 11:05 pm That's fair. Swoop 11:05 pm Bird. Me Swoop want to stay with You :X Windchill 11:05 pm Maybe I'll even bring that butt I owe you. You can mount it on your dashboard. That would be fun to explain. Whirl 11:05 pm Y'know, I think I'll pass on THAT... but you did just give me an idea. Bevel 11:06 pm *like pay attention to the movie but she'll consider it in the future* Windchill 11:06 pm You're welcome. I honestly haven't found a butt yet. Since MINE isn't good enough for you. *turns up his noseless face. Snubbed.* At this rate I'll probably have to resort to killing someone to take their butt as a trophy. Which is horrible. Whirl 11:07 pm Sorry, I'm very selective about my butts, mech. Windchill 11:07 pm You're not sorry in the slightest. Whirl 11:08 pm Okay, fair. I'm not. *hops up* Windchill 11:08 pm It's okay, I forgive you. *Shoos Whirl away. Shoo!* Windchill 11:10 pm *Is honestly more shocked that nobody seems to have a problem with him killing someone to steal their butt than anything.* Swoop 11:11 pm *would kill for shits and giggles so...( ** Bevel 11:12 pm *has killed for money?* *or whatever counts for money in some universes, energon, ship parts, whatever* ItsyBitsySpyers 11:12 pm @Prowl: (txt): Underworld traversed after creation. Dangerous terrain, horrific creatures, strange mechs. Blundering survivors: rare.

Aboveground, decisions made. Purpose, rank, location. Transfers effected. There, additional knowledge given. Work, social, life navigation, government propaganda... last, most required. All more, if high caste.

Low caste mechs often released early. This, not considered problem - dead unfinished low-caste newbuild: unimportant, replaceable.

Soundwave believes all deserve full time. Second opinion: Soundwave's timeline: ancient; much learning required. Survivors: experienced warriors. Time understanding, navigating new society, learning self-protection: vital. This, neutral zone. Safe place. Soundwave refuses assistance, situations: fresh faction persuasion, war restart; association without appropriate identity awareness; potential mental, physical, legal endangerment; other.

If exception requested, source: Prowl timeline mech, personal judgment formed Windchill 11:12 pm *Disgusting, all of you.* ItsyBitsySpyers 11:12 pm Span differences already known. Here, two million rule: firm. Swoop 11:14 pm *is going to eat this entire dish of treats one after another while staring at Bird, play with him gdi* ItsyBitsySpyers 11:14 pm *WHOO now i can read what i was missing* Bevel 11:14 pm *mercenary thank you* Swoop 11:14 pm ((writing a book there cro)) ItsyBitsySpyers 11:15 pm ((there's a lot of HC behind his rule and i have to condense it and then condense it more into his speech ;; )) Windchill 11:15 pm *Probably killed more people, if you count organics, than anyone in this room, by virtue of being a Decepticon. Still judging you for not judging.* Swoop 11:16 pm ((no rush! I'm rewatching that video with the SICK Lucio player with King of Swing for the song lol)) ItsyBitsySpyers 11:16 pm *Soundwave would contest that claim, but frankly he'd rather not bring up how much death he's personally responsible for. And Prowl can make his own claim, though Soundwave would suspect he's sort of the hands-through-someone-else variety.* FakeProwl 11:17 pm @Soundwave «... It takes you a full two million years to learn the bare minimum needed to function well enough to go to a regular bar?» *That sounds to Prowl like either pathetically weak learning retention abilities or an extreme disregard for the basic intelligence and competence of mechs who had reached maturity but had yet to reach an arbitrarily high benchmark to qualify for adulthood.* Windchill 11:17 pm *It's okay because Windchill can't count.* *So we'll never know.* Swoop 11:17 pm *is at a crippling murder disadvantage by virtue of his age and the small number of surviving Cybertronians at the tme of his birth and would be SO OFFENDED if this was part of the conversation out loud* FakeProwl 11:17 pm *Prowl will make no claim because it would involve jumping into a conversation he isn't even hearing.* Bevel 11:18 pm *Bevel doesn't take anything Windchill says seriously so she won't judge anything he says as she's pretty sure it's a lie to get someone to react* Windchill 11:18 pm *One day, Swoop, one day.* *He tells the truth most of the time. Short of the rhino sweat incident and some stupid thing he might have said last week.* *It's complicated.* Bevel 11:20 pm *so many conversations not actually happening ha* Windchill 11:20 pm *It's for the best.* Whirl 11:20 pm *slinks off* Windchill 11:20 pm *YELLS.* ItsyBitsySpyers 11:20 pm *The twins wave as Whirl goes* Windchill 11:20 pm BYE SUCKERRRRR. Bevel 11:20 pm *you're still here?* Swoop 11:20 pm *licks this dumb plate clean* Windchill 11:21 pm *Sniffs.* Bevel 11:21 pm *no wait there he go* Windchill 11:21 pm *Wipes away another tear.* I'll miss him... *Hand over spark.* I'll never forget you, Whirl. Bevel 11:23 pm *gently coaxes Chimera awake* I have to leave now and I do not think Soundwave will let me take you home. ItsyBitsySpyers 11:24 pm [[It will do them good to be around others who do not mind them. Go ahead.]] Bevel 11:24 pm Awesome 🙂 Swoop 11:24 pm *chirps* Windchill 11:25 pm *Makes a face.* Bevel 11:26 pm *then she will be taking her new arm band and heading out, but not before bidding everyone goodnight and waving* Windchill 11:26 pm *Waves casually.* Swoop 11:28 pm *pat pats at Bird* Me Swoop want to play now ItsyBitsySpyers 11:28 pm {{We go.}} Swoop 11:28 pm : > Kaaaay *follows Bird off to whatever Activity she picks* Windchill 11:29 pm This feels anticlimatic. I feel...hungry. ItsyBitsySpyers 11:37 pm @Prowl: (txt): Soundwave stated two million years considered maximum. Reminder: Most time spent before: government. Importance reduction: severe. Society also broken, changed; less learning time required.

However, Soundwave's duty: protect patrons. Cannot perform, defend self/business if established guideline: ignored, new risks: ignored. Therefore, all elevated, level: former full high caste time requirement.

*Small shrugs. It was the best he could do for himself and the newbuilds with how the world has changed.* Windchill 11:38 pm *Time to FEED.* ItsyBitsySpyers 11:39 pm *Take some of the snacks with you. There's always tons of them, thanks to Laserbeak's appetite and the dragon's supplying.* Windchill 11:39 pm *Probably not on people.* *Nope.* Windchill 11:41 pm *Has been perpetually starving since the war began, it's easier to forego snacks altogether than test his self control and risk eating all of them.* FakeProwl 11:41 pm @Soundwave «... That's still a massive maximum.» Windchill 11:41 pm *THAT WOULD BE GREEDY.* Windchill 11:42 pm *He has enough guilt to deal with without adding that nonsense to it.* *Creeps out like a creeper.* ItsyBitsySpyers 11:43 pm *Soundwave pings Windchill goodnight as he leaves.* Windchill 11:43 pm *Ew, he's been spotted.* *FLEES.* *Flees RUDELY.* ItsyBitsySpyers 11:47 pm @Prowl: (txt): Remedy's age: 83 million. Alpha Trion--

*Never mind how old Soundwave thinks that mech actually is.*

--Older. Soundwave's belief: native newbuilds coping capability: high.

Noted side benefit: peaceful club nights. Death threats, brawls, unpleasant historical descriptions: rare. Good balance. FakeProwl 11:50 pm "Coping capability"? ItsyBitsySpyers 11:51 pm (txt): Rule acceptance, fuss: minimum. FakeProwl 11:52 pm ... You're... saying they have an unusually high natural inclination toward unquestioning compliance? ItsyBitsySpyers 11:53 pm (txt): Negative.

*And he looks vaguely alarmed by the idea, sitting up straight.*

(txt): Suggestion: If expected lifespan exceeds twenty times restriction length/higher, restriction length: minor inconvenience. FakeProwl 11:54 pm ... You're suggesting that youth are patient? ItsyBitsySpyers 11:55 pm (txt): Prowl knows comparable alternative location? FakeProwl 11:55 pm ... Location? *when did they switch from talking about ages to talking about places?* Yesterday ItsyBitsySpyers 11:58 pm (txt): Affirmative. If visitation desire: retained, comparable location: unknown/inaccessible, patience: enforced.

*Pause.*

(txt): Unless comparable location BUILT. Permitted, difficult, unlikely. FakeProwl 12:01 am ... Oh, you're talking about permission to visit your bar. No, I don't c— I'm not talking about that. I'm just, trying to get a grasp of your universe's conception of maturity. ItsyBitsySpyers 12:11 am (txt): Difficult. Known, understood framework: outdated, unrelated, irrelevant. What importance, full Vosian political behavioral knowledge, proven handling ability? Vos: ruined. Political structure: gone. Titles: unimportant. Negative. Alternative: Underworld escape success? Basic wilderness survival skills possessed upon emergence; nothing else known.

Total time after ceasefire, initial newbuild reappearance: <5 years. New concept not possessed. FakeProwl 12:13 am But even as it was before your war, I can't get my head around— Here, let me illustrate this. ItsyBitsySpyers 12:13 am *Settles in to listen.* FakeProwl 12:14 am *And when he says "illustrate" he means "use math," of course.* FakeProwl 12:15 am The oldest mechs in your universe can reach, from the sound of it, around a hundred million years. Is that a fair estimate? A hundred million for you, and for my universe—as far as we know—it's more like ten million. So based on our known recorded histories, your mechs max out at about ten times older than my mechs. Ten times. But it takes your mechs fifty MILLION times longer to be considered matured. FakeProwl 12:17 am So, even taking the proportional ages of mechs in your universe and in my universe into account... I'm—I'm trying to figure out what you spend all that time doing. ItsyBitsySpyers 12:32 am (txt): Education, practice, social connection, monitored activities; all extended lengths. In false memories, many centuries practicing single skill until perfect. Time spent not problem when upward mobility, personal activity choice: minimal.

(txt): ...That, if fortunate. Majority not included. Recall statements: "low caste mechs often released early", "low caste newbuild: unimportant, replaceable". Well always creating. Brief instruction, basic knowledge, early removal/termination. [][][]All that time[][][] expectation: not long, if theirs. ItsyBitsySpyers 12:34 am *In other words, if you were lucky you did what you were always going to do over and over and over because nobody else was vacating their position. And if you weren't, it didn't really matter.* FakeProwl 12:39 am Yes, I heard the part about the low caste mechs. It's unfortunate but irrelevant to my point. When I said fifty million times longer, that's ALL our mechs—including the very top of the social hierarchy, the mechs that probably got little gold stars next to their alt-modes in the Grand Cybertronian Taxonomy. Our proto-senators didn't spend any more time being prepared for the world than our flashlights, and—by the sound of it—that time was shorter than even your most oppressed. ItsyBitsySpyers 12:52 am (txt): Perhaps Prowl's timeline efficiency: higher, stagnation: lower? Similar events achieved within span fraction.

(txt): Perhaps two million years not true required time reflection. Instead, average time between upper caste position vacancies. Then, stalling, new maturity line required.

(txt): Perhaps direct math: nonapplicable. Earth horses, walking within minutes. Earth humans, full year.

(txt): All unknown. Apologies. FakeProwl 12:56 am ... Maybe. *vaguely, to any and all of the above.* Sorry, I—don't think I'm... equipped, currently, for speculating on all this. *How many times had he had to ask Soundwave to clarify what he was saying? Forget trying to make sense of WHAT Soundwave was saying, Prowl was barely keeping up with HOW he was saying—* *He'd forgotten to give Soundwave permission for telepathy. The whole night. He goes very still, and turns his optics off. Stupid. Stupid. Stupid. Stupid.* ... I should go home. ItsyBitsySpyers 12:59 am *He will return the light knee touch, though it's more of a rest than a pat. Patting seems like it'd come off as patronizing right now.*

(txt): If Prowl desires. Recharge: important; age discussion postponement: acceptable. Rest. Soundwave sees soon. FakeProwl 1:01 am *Recharge. Yeah. That'd be nice.* Evening. ItsyBitsySpyers 1:02 am (txt): Goodnight. FakeProwl 1:02 am *And with that, he disappears.* ItsyBitsySpyers 1:06 am *Soundwave opts to spend the night on the couch, and after about an hour spent wondering why Prowl has insomnia instead of getting to sleep himself, he'll pull the generator out and tuck it close by. Uneasy rest happens after that.*

[facetiousfanboy]

Minis in Kaladesh

This is another gift for @pepperapb featuring their minis in a few short stories. 

The gremlin found the downed thopter in a back alley on the streets of Ghirapur. They rarely found such a tasty meal in such dismal surroundings. They walked up to the crushed frame and pushed their snout against the cold metal, sniffing to find where the aether reservoir was in the machine. They finally found it near the center of the frame and climbed on top of the device.

The gremlin prepared to use its saliva to eat through the metal of the thopter so it could get to the tasty aether beneath but it stopped when the device suddenly shook, causing the creature to jump back in surprise and rear up, ready to fight down the device itself or anything which might come out of it.

A small vent fell off the side of the thopter and a small figure dressed in a purple robe emerged from inside. They had a head of curly brown hair and an expression like a rodent on its face. The gremlin eased up when it say how little of a threat it faced. The small figure tilted their head and made a soft sound like a purr before walking over towards the gremlin.

The gremlin watched her approach and extended its snout, sniffing at the figure. The figure stopped and reached a hand out, touching the gremlins snout. The gremlin was surprised but didn’t react beyond sniffing. The figure smelled sweet, but not delicious like aether.

The figure seemed to purr louder and moved forward, embracing the gremlin’s snout in a friendly manner. The gremlin looked at her and let out a sound in response, relaxing. The mini person stepped back and reached into a pouch at their side. They seemed to rummage around inside for a few moments before pulling out a cookie, one far too large to be able to fit in the pouch. They held it out towards the gremlin. The gremlin sniffed the cookie before taking it, nibbling on the edge, enjoying the taste. It broke off a bit and held it back towards the mini. The girl took it and began to nom on the edge, chattering happily as they ate.

The gremlin soon determined that this was a new friend it had just made. The mini finished the cookie and collected some pieces of string from the alley, walking back to the gremlin. She tied it around the gremlin’s neck and then climbed atop and took the reins in her hands. The gremlin trotted out of the alley and down the street, soon breaking into a run while the little purple girl rode on her back.

-

The gnome was getting ready for the big race and he was trying to calm his nerves. To help himself relax he had taken to working on a new invention, driving gauntlets that would resist heat, grip anything securely, and perhaps even allow him a more direct control over his vehicle.

He lowered his welding goggles onto his eyes and lifted his tweezers to move the pieces of machinery. He lowered one of the magnifying lenses and closed the other eye so he could focus solely on the part he was assembling now. After a bit of tweaking he finally got all of the pieces into the correct positions. He removed his devices and lifted the gauntlet. He tried turning it on and watched as the pieces moved inside. He felt a great elation for a moment before the device suddenly released sparks and a thin trail of smoke rose from the device before it stopped working.

He scowled and slammed his fist on the table. “Dammit!” He had been attempting to construct these gauntlets for months but every attempt had only been met with failure no matter how he changed them. He laid his head on the desk and groaned. He was considering giving up on the project.

It seemed stupid to continue it now as his every attempt was only met with failure. He lifted his head to look at the device again but was surprised to see a small creature dressed in purple standing before him on the desk.

He jumped up, knocking his chair over as he stepped back. “What the heck?!”

The creature, being friendly and lovable, raised a small limb and waved to the gnome. They then bowed in a polite manner and produced a confectionary that appeared to be a small circular cake with purple frosting on top.

The gnome was quite perplexed by this creature which had appeared on his desk seemingly out of thin air. He reached a hand forward and took the cupcake, lifting it and sniffing it. He could detect no strange scents. He tried a small lick of the icing. It was delicious, filled with sugar and a subtle buttery flavor. He tried the cake next. It was sweet and moist. He looked at the creature and nodded. “Um, thank you.”

The creature seemed to accept the compliment for it let out a soft sound like a purr and looked around. Suddenly three more creatures just like it emerged from the nooks and crannies of the workshop. They congregated together on his desk and began to chitter softly amongst themselves.

The gnome wasn’t certain what they were doing. He carefully picked his chair back up and sat down again, examining them closely. His scientific mind was reeling at the potential here. These beings were like himself only smaller. They were clearly intelligent with their own language and ways of interacting. Perhaps that cake was some sort of ritual? He needed more information.

As he sat there and thought he didn’t notice the beings had begun to disassemble his gauntlets. When he looked up and saw them he immediately stood up. “Wait! You have to be careful!” He started to reach for one of the devices but stopped suddenly, watching them. They were halfway done disassembling one of the gauntlets already and they seemed to be collaborating on something.

He hesitantly sat back down and observed them. They quickly finished disassembling the gauntlet and organized the pieces on the table. They stood around the pieces and then pointed to a few of them. The gnome didn’t know what they were doing but he decided to trust them. He picked up his goggles and lowered the magnifying lenses so that he could get a better look at what the mini people were pointing at.

He kept studying the pieces, moving closer, until he finally saw it. He picked up one piece and turned it over in his hands, following the trail of a single small crack in the metal. He did the same for each and discovered more cracks. This was the solution, small imperfections in the pieces, perhaps they had developed while he had been operating them, or perhaps they were there beforehand. He would have to be more careful when buying parts and he would make certain they were reinforced. He put the pieces back on the table and pulled the goggles off, looking around.

He was surprised to find that the small beings had disappeared. He looked around for any evidence of where they had gone but he couldn’t find anything. He wasn’t certain whether they were real or if they had been some sort of figment of his imagination, but they had helped him to find the problem in his device. He sat back down and got to work, drawing up the new plans and designs he would use.

-

Anibeth smiled as she watched the procession travel by. It was a small celebration, something left over from before the aether boom. It was a celebration of the end of the harvest season. The procession was made up of dozens of people, each was dressed in colorful clothes, some of them played music on pipes or drums, others were dancing and some still were singing. They brought with them carts carrying their boon, corn, rice, beans, mangoes, and all manner of fresh foods.

Anibeth remembered the first time she had seen this procession. She had thought about robbing it then, she was wiser now. Thopters floated by, carrying ribbons of color through the sky. They continued through the streets, the crowd of people cheering them on, some even joined them as they headed toward the other end of town where they would cook a great feast and properly celebrate the harvest.

Anibeth wished she could join them, but she had other things to see to. She walked back down the street, heading to her destination. She was meeting with an old friend today, one who she had known nearly as long as she had made this plane into her home. She adjusted the gloves she was using to hide her hands and pulled the hood down a little closer.

Anibeth was an Ainok from Tarkir, but there were no Ainok on this plane, only dwarves, elves, and vedalken, and a few others. She would stick out like a sore thumb if she went around without the disguise one, so she did her best to keep herself covered. She didn’t mind, she had enough friends who knew about her that she didn’t have to cover up all the time, but she still didn’t like to expose herself in public.

She turned down a few alleys and finally arrived in the right place. She walked to the medicine shop and went inside, ignoring the sign that indicated it was closed. She had arranged for this meeting a week ago. She looked around at the shop. There were pots everywhere filled with spices and herbs, incense burned, creating a lovely scent through the shop.

Anibeth’s nose was sensitive enough that she could make out the individual scents that were used to make the incense, and under it all she could smell the tea that was cooking upstairs. She went up the stairs and knocked on the door.

Miss Kapoor smiled when she saw Anibeth and walked to her. “Beth.” She was an older woman, wrinkles appeared at the edges of her eyes and around the lines of her mouth. She was dressed in a lovely blue gown and a red shawl. She took Anibeth’s hands in her own and leaned down, pressing her forehead against the hands. She lifted her head again a few moments later.

Anibeth smiled. “Hello madam Kapoor.” She bowed her head to her. “It is good to see you again.”

Miss Kapoor chuckled softly and reached a hand up, pushing back the hood that covered Anibeth’s head. “It’s a shame you hide your face.” She pressed a wrinkled hand against Anibeth’s cheek. “Such a pretty face.”

Anibeth snickered softly. “I’m hardly pretty.” She pulled off her gloves, flexing her hands once they were freed.

“Ah but you are my dear, and not just on the outside.” She placed a soft hand against Anibeth’s chest. “In here as well, you simply don’t see it.”

Anibeth reached into the pouch at her side and pulled out some herbs in bags. “I brought you more of those spices you like.”

She smiled. “Ah, you spoil me my dear.” She took the bags and set them in a small bowl. She walked over to the tea pot which was placed on a small stove. She lifted the lid and inhaled deeply. “It’s done.” She pulled it off and poured two cups, carrying both over to her table. She sat down.

Anibeth joined her at the table and lifted the mug, inhaling deeply. Her ears moved a little and she smiled. “Thank you.” She sipped it.

“So, have you found anybody yet?”

Anibeth nearly choked on her tea. She wiped her mouth and looked at Miss Kapoor. “That’s a bit private isn’t it?”

She smiled. “I just want you to be happy with someone before I pass away. You’re like a daughter to me Anibeth.” She sipped more tea.

Anibeth sighed. “I haven’t been looking. I’ve been too busy.”

Miss Kapoor nodded. “Ah, of course.” She stood up and walked over to a small pot which she carried back to the table. “I want to show you something.”

Anibeth put the cup down and gave her full attention to the other. “Alright.”

Miss Kapoor pulled the lid off the pot and reached her hand inside. “Come along my little dear.” There was a bit of movement in the pot before she lifted her hand back out. Standing in the palm of her hand was a small girl, only a few inches tall, who was dressed in a purple dress that was like the type Miss Kapoor was wearing.

The mini person looked up at Anibeth and titled her head curiously. She made a soft sound like a purr. Miss Kapoor lowered her hand to the table and the girl walked off, moving over to Anibeth and waving up at her.

“I found her in my kitchen almost a week ago, she had gotten into my chocolate dates and was enjoying them quite thoroughly.” She let out a small laugh. “I helped her to get clean and gave her some coffee, she seemed to enjoy it quite a lot. The dress I knit myself.”

The mini gave a little twirl, showing off the dress. She then walked over to the small tray of tea cakes in the center of the table and picked one up, sitting down and nomming on it.

Anibeth watched the little girl and reached a finger out towards her. “Amazing.” She wondered at this creature, they seemed harmless, even cute, but she wasn’t certain what her intentions were. “She just showed up?”

“Yes. She’s very mischievous, reminds me of you honestly.” She sipped her tea. “I’ve been calling her little one, though she doesn’t talk so I don’t know if she has a name.”

Anibeth nodded. “I see.” The little girl touched her finger and shook it in a friendly manner. Anibeth looked down at her. “So, little one, where are you from?”

The girl looked up at her and chittered softly. Her eyes were small, but they seemed to be full of stars. Anibeth moved her hand back and reached into her bag. She pulled out a small pouch and placed it on the table, opening it. Inside the bag was sand, almost yellow in color.

Miss Kapoor smiled. “Going to give me a show my dear?”

Anibeth smiled. “You, and her.” She nodded to the mini. She pressed the tips of her fingers against the sand in the bag and focused. The mana channeled through her hand and went into the sand. She lifted her hand and the sand followed, swirling through the air and flowing around to the table. She moved her fingers as if moving a marionette. The sand moved, forming into a few shapes, the symbol of a church, the crest of a dragonlord, a baloth, and a few other things. She finally decided on a shape. She formed the sand into the visage of a tree, the branches spreading out in many directions. She focused and a moment later the sand turned red then fused into glass, forever preserving the image. She smiled and took a deep breath.

Miss Kapoor clapped. “Impressive as always dear.”

The small girl imitated Miss Kapoor and made a soft chittering sound. She then approached the tree and touched it, looking at it curiously. She walked over to Anibeth a moment later and reached her small hands into her dress. A pulled out a cookie, nearly as large as she was.

Anibeth blinked in surprise. “How on earth did you do that?”

Miss Kapoor smiled. “She does that a lot.”

The mini held the cookie out towards Anibeth, looking at her with a neutral expression.

Anibeth hesitated before accepting the cookie. She smiled. “Thank you little friend.”

The mini bowed and then went back to the tree and placed her hand against it. She looked at Anibeth and paused for a moment before she suddenly shimmered and both her and the tree disappeared, leaving behind the faint smell of freshly brewed coffee and cookies.

Anibeth stared at the spot the small one had been standing in and looked up at Miss Kapoor. She had a shocked expression on her face. “Has she ever done anything like this?”

Miss Kapoor looked at Anibeth and shook her head. “No, it was like…” She looked away. “Could she be like you? One of the people who walks to different worlds?”

Anibeth considered for a moment. “It’s possible, but I’ve never encountered anything like her before.” She looked at the cookie in her hand and lifted it to her mouth. She hesitantly took a bite and her eyes opened in surprise. She looked at it. “Ginger cookies?”

Miss Kapoor was confused. “Ginger?”

“My mother, she used to make these for me when I was little… I haven’t had them in years.” She ate another bite.

Miss Kapoor touched Anibeth’s hand. “That proves it doesn’t it?”

Anibeth nodded. “Yes, I suppose it does.” She sipped her tea. “I don’t know if she will come back, but I hope she does.” She smiled. “Let’s talk about other things.”

Miss Kapoor nodded. “Very well.” They spoke of their lives, of adventures, customers, and what had happened to them since they were last together.

Anibeth kept thinking about that little girl, wondering who she was, where she had come from, and if she would ever see her again.

Hope you enjoyed the story! If you need a refresher about anibeth you can read about her here

[thefatedthoughtofyou]

I've recently discovered your writings.. I'm not very good at giving out prompts but I've been dying to read a SamBucky having kids Fic... Hell a Deadpool/Tchalla having kids would be amazing too.

(hello nonny!!!! i am so sorry this took me forever! but i finally did it! and i am so so glad that you sent me this cuz i was having a shitty mental day and this helped me kind of pull myself out of it! so thank you! and again i am so sorry it took ages to get this done for you! and i hope this is at least close to what you wanted!!!! thank you again!!!!

Wade wasn’t exactly sure where T’Challawas leading him, but for some reason he felt like he was in trouble. He feltlike a little kid being lead down the hall for punishment. He looked out thehuge wall length windows and out into the trees of the jungle, his eyes fallingon the giant black panther statue, he smiled a little and then hung his headand sped up, catching up with T’Challa easily.

“Sooo… you’re not gonna like… take meout back and put me down like a dog or something are you? Cuz I know Idestroyed that thing, but I promise it was an accident. Rogers threw me throughthat building and into that car. I can’t control where people throw me when theyuse me as a weapon… ya know?” Wade said, actively keeping his voice calm, hishands clenching at his sides. T’Challa moved only his eyes to look at Wade, andWade could swear he saw him smiling.

“I am not taking you anywhere to be putdown. And if I understand your healing ability properly, putting you down wouldbe a useless endeavor, would it not?” T’Challa asked, and yeah, he wasdefinitely smiling.

“Yeah, that’s…that’s right. A littlescary that you’ve thought about it, but it’s right.” Wade said slowly, stillkeeping stride with the man but no less worried, even after T’Challa’s teasing.

“Ya know, normally I don’t mind your crypticsilences, I even find ‘em kind of sexy at times, but uh…I gotta say, it’s notreally working for me today.” Wade said, biting his lip under his mask andlooking at T’Challa, waiting for any sign that he wasn’t about to get introuble. T’Challa said nothing for a long time, just walked through the hallswith Wade trailing a step behind him, fighting with himself in his head aboutwhether or not to talk more. The king finally stopped in front of a door andthen turned to look at Wade.

“I am not mad at you Wade.” He saidsimply, giving Wade a small smile.

“Oh good. That’s good. Sooo… what arewe doing here? And where is…here?” Wade asked, looking at the door withconcern. T’Challa raised his hand to Wade’s cheek, moving his thumb gentlyagainst the mask.

“You have had a very long, very rough,day. I’d like to give you something nice for all your trouble. If you’ll letme.” He said, sighing and giving Wade a knowing look. Wade laughed through hisnose and then nodded.

“Sure, yeah, go ahead.” Wade said,nodding and feeling silly for worrying. T’Challa nodded, pushed the door open,and walked through it. Wade followed on his heels and then was surrounded byyelling children.

They crowded around Wade and T’Challa,pulling at their hands and yelling greetings. T’Challa smiled down at them asthey pulled him and Wade forward. Wade followed T’Challa’s lead and sat on thefloor with them, only catching about half of what they were saying. He waspicking up on some Wakandian language but it was slow going. He heard lots ofgreetings, some formal some not, and he could swear that he heard one kidtalking about finance but that couldn’t be right because he was holding up apicture he had colored of T’Challa in his cat suit and there’s no way a kidthat young would be talking about finance.

Wade felt a pull on his hand and turnedto see a small girl looking up at him. She had some bad scaring on the leftside of her neck, Wade was pretty sure it was a burn.

“Hey there.” He said, nodding at herand curling his gloved fingers around her tiny hand.

“Hi Mr. Pool.” She said shyly, lookingat the ground and shuffling her feet. Wade swallowed hard and felt his chesttighten, he’d never seen anything so damn cute in his life. She moved a littlecloser, pulling herself forward using Wade’s hand.

“Can you take your mask off?” She askedquietly, her voice so small that Wade found himself leaning closer. He bit hislip and tilted his head, just looking at her for a second and then realized hehadn’t responded.

“Yeah! Yes of course! Anything for youlittle one.” Wade said quickly, reaching up with his free hand and pulling hismask over his head.

“I really hope I’m not covered in bloodor something.” He muttered to himself, he heard T’Challa laugh next to him andthen felt two gentle fingers on his chin. T’Challa turned Wade’s head towardhim.

“You aren’t.” he said, moving his thumbover Wade’s lip before lowering his hand and letting Wade look back to thelittle girl next to him. She was smiling up at him.

“Does it hurt?” she asked, her smilingfading as she moved her small hand to her chest, her fingers resting at theedge of the burn on her neck, the skin there was pink and stood out against herdark skin like the moon in the night sky.

“Naw, it doesn’t hurt anymore.” Wadesaid, smiling down at her and moving his thumb over her hand. She was quiet fora moment and then her eyes sparkled.

“Can I touch it?” She asked, smilingagain as she looked at him.

“Of course you can touch it. That’s definitelywhat it’s there for.” He said, making a face at her as he leaned forward alittle. She giggled and reached out, her tiny fingers moving slowly over Wade’sskin. When she reached his lips he opened his mouth and moved forward quickly,closing his lips over her fingers and making a ‘nom nom nom’ sound as hepretended to nibble on her. She screamed playfully and pulled her fingers back.

“Noo don’t eat me!” she yelled, hersmall voice going high as she giggled.

“Aww fine.” Wade said, pouting andcrossing his arms.

“You’re just no fun.” He said, sideeyeing her and then smiling when she giggled again.

Then she was hugging him. Her smallarms wrapped around his neck gently, her head resting on his shoulders.

“You don’t think it’s ugly? My scar I mean?”she whispered into his shoulder. Wade felt his throat tighten and his eyesstarted stinging. He pushed her back a little so he could look at her.

“No. I think you’re beautiful. Scars andall. And you’ll always be beautiful, no matter what anyone says to you, okay?” Wadesaid, widening his eyes at her. A tear fell down her cheek and she nodded,smiling again before burying her face in Wade’s shoulder. He listened to hersniffle for a moment and then the other kids and her were walking away, goingback to their studies. Wade stared after them for a long time before he felt awarm hand on his shoulder.

“Are you ready to go home Wade?” T’Challaasked, looking down at him. Wade took a deep breath and looked up at him.

“When did you stand up?” he askeddumbly, blinking hard. T’Challa smiled down at him and then grabbed his handand pulled him to his feet.

“A few moments ago, where did you go?”T’Challa asked quietly, pushing into Wade’s space once he was back on his feet.Wade shook his head and looked over his shoulder at the children sitting in a circle,they were talking and laughing and answering questions. He looked back to T’Challaand smiled.

“I don’t know. Somewhere nice I think.”Wade said, furrowing his brow. T’Challa leaned forward and rested his head againstWade’s.

“I am glad of that at least. Are youfeeling better?” The king asked, rubbing at Wade’s shoulder with his thumb.

“Yeah, loads. Thanks.” Wade muttered,sounding shy himself now.

“Did you bring me here just to meether?” Wade asked as they headed for the door. T’Challa pushed the door open andWade followed him through it.

“She had been asking to meet you for awhile, I thought you could both use a little reassurance today.” T’Challa saidcalmly, turning to look at Wade and stopping in front of the large windowslining the hall. Wade pressed into his space.

“Ya know, that’s really sweet of you.You’re just a big ol softy.” Wade said, leaning in and pressing a kiss to T’Challa’slips. He smiled into it and then looked at Wade.

“I have been called many things in thislife, but that is a first.” T’Challa said, looking at Wade and pursing hislips. Wade widened his eyes playfully and pressed close again.

“But you like it right?” he asked,brushing his nose against T’Challa’s. The king huffed and shook his head, hisstraight face dissolving into a smile.

“I never would have guessed this, butyes, I think I do.” T’Challa said, his smile fading to a serious look before hepulled Wade against him and kissed him again. Wade closed his eyes and hummedinto the kiss, reveling in the feeling of being held so close and feeling socared for.

[agent-kentauris]

146

kay so im not sure where in the world i am with this, esp, given the number of cuts and mergers its gone through, so im just going to say this is 145 and 146

In my dreams, dull thudding gunshot sounds. Strange, because, the sound was not the right shape. Then I realized I was awake, or that I’d woken myself up, and there were no gunshots at all. I was staring up at the grey fabric of a car…ceiling? The faint rumbly hum of an engine. And then someone was patting my head, and I was falling, and sitting next to an old creek that used to run in the woods behind my house when I was a kid.

“Wake up, Mikey. We’re here.”

Everything hurt. Should’ve listened to Mom about…vegetables, or something. Milk? A yacht sailed by on the stream.

“No, I got him. Take care of the laptop.”

A splash snaked up around the captain’s shoulders and she pointed it at the cloudy sky.

“Yeah, of course try to stall Yancy.”

Someone shook my shoulder.

“Come on, Thorton,” he said, and I looked up at Sean Darcy. The river was gone. I tried to look around for it, but my neck was sore and besides I couldn’t remember what I had been looking for anyway.

“Good morning,” he continued patiently. Smile wide, but eyes quickly scanning me, up and down. Blue stormy grey but if you had to put it in a crayon, maybe? I narrowed my own eyes at him while he reached around me and unbuckled a seatbelt. Suspiciously sturdy arms nudged me closer and closer to the edge of the seat.

“You’re supposed to be made of water,” I told him, and when I opened my eyes again, I was laying on the couch. The right side of my pants torn off above the knee. There was a pile of bunched up towels elevating my leg,

Sean Darcy sat a bloody washcloth back in a large, metallic bowl on the coffee table and looked back over his shoulder.

“Welcome back, Mikey,” he said evenly. “How’re you feelin’?”

“Good-” I started, and then pain remembered I existed and I couldn’t talk over the choking noises coming from my mouth. The pieces of gauze invading and burning the inside of my leg, sending spasms up and down. One hand went tearing at the damp bandage around my leg, missing, digging deep scratches around it instead and the other shoving away Sean’s attempts to push me back flat on the sofa.

“Sorry about this,” he said, and with a swift motion that sent a sharp twinge up my neck, snatched and pinned my hand on my chest. When the other one started at tearing away soaked strips of gauze, he laced his fingers awkwardly across it and yanked it away, bracing it against the sofa back.

Too much blood in my body. Pressing on everything, someone was kicking me in time with my heart beat. My fingers straining without my permission, his thumb making deep indents on my forearm as he struggled to keep hold.

“Goddamn-” I started when another gut-wrenching spasm caught me and it became mangled, mangled vowels.

It seemed like forever before the shaking started to subside, before I could force the feeling of a sledgehammer against my skeleton to the back of my head, began I could before to stand the feeling of pressure against the inside of my skin. My eyes were watering.

“Okay,” I said, fighting a little to keep a waver out of my tone. Fighting to breathe. “Okay, okay. I’m good.”

Also, working to ignore how close he was to me. A fact that seemed so much more present how that my leg wasn’t trying to murder me.

“Yeah?” he said.

“Yeah,” I lied.

“Right.” He sounded unconvinced. “I’m gonna get you some Percocet.”

Then he dropped my arm on my stomach, and breezed out of the room.

I laid back down and watched the wicker ceiling fan spin lazily. And when that quickly sent me grabbing the edge of the sofa to stop the world from spinning around, I closed my eyes and worked on keeping the needling pain at bay.

 The only noise of him coming back in was the sound of pills shaking as he tossed a plain bottle of them at me. Unfortunately, red and maroonish purple was beginning to crowd out the few unbruised patches of amber-brown skin on my arms, and everywhere the stairs had hit hurt. I was a little too slow in going to catch it.

It bonked my forehead, and a whole new type of pain ricocheted through my skull.

“Oww,” I said, with a purposeful glare that didn’t quite cut it.

Darcy knelt in front of the coffee table, busied himself with gauze and gloves and the silver bowl.

“Take one of those and for four hours you can hit your head on whatever ya want,” he said, moving things around.

“And don’t worry-” he added, finally looking up and smirking at me, “It’s from your medicine cabinet, not mine, so you should be okay. Think you can handle it?”

“I wasn’t worried until just now.”

He stopped sorting things into neat rows on the table, and shook his head. “Yeah, well, don’t be. This is a mission, remember?”

“This was a shitshow,” I said, and he snorted.

“Speakin’ of that, I gotta go talk to Westridge. Take one-” he flicked one finger up sternly- “and gimme fifteen.”

“Hey, wait,” I said, as he pushed a hand against the coffee table, “Little brown book next to the TV. Can you toss – bring it here? I have to do my logs.”

He glanced back at the TV stand, then at me. “Keeping classified info out in the open – that’s a dangerous game, Mikey.”

“It’s not a game, Darcy. Can you just hand it to me?”

He frowned. “Whatever you say,” he said, picking it up.

I took it, the twinge running down from a still not entirely okay shoulder making the motion sharp, harsh.

“Okay then,” he said, raising his hands in mock surrender. “Maybe do take two.”

I had to fight not to snap at him. A dull ache crept up along the underside of my skin, and a headache was beginning to make the back of my eyes sting. Breathing just made sore spots on my ribs hurt.

And then there was the tiny bump on my head from the goddamn Percocet.

I held the book tighter, and willed the aggression and frustration into the cover.

“Agent Darcy,” I said, the rounded spine of the cover pressing into my palm, “I have been shot across the shoulder. I have been shot in the shin. I probably have a concussion and we don’t got a goddamn thing to show for it, so, please, pretty please, can you please give me a fucking break!”

He blinked. And I blinked, surprised at how quiet the room seemed now. My ears hurt. My ears hurt, and now they tingled with an unpleasant amount of heat.

“Look, I didn’t-”

He held up his hands again. “I’m gonna stop you there. This is a mission, and I shouldn’t have been pokin’ at you. Don’t bother apologizin’.”

“I…” I said, faintly feeling like I’d just lost an invisible argument. “I wasn’t going to?”

“Sure you weren’t,” he said, back to smirking. Then he stopped himself, winced, smiled more gently this time.

“I should probably go talk to Westridge. Sit tight for me, all right?”

“Yeah, well,” I said, “fine.”

Nom de dieu, great comeback.

Amusement crinkled the corners of his eyes.

“I’ll try not to bleed out while you and Westridge chat about the weather,” I said, sighing internally because that wasn’t any good either.

“Shouldn’t take us long,” he said. “The weather is still terrible. I’ll tell him you said hey.”

I couldn’t twist around to watch him go. A spasm forced me back down the moment I tried. So I talked at the ceiling instead.

“Save me some trouble and tell him I died,” I grumbled.

“Will do!” he said, and then the sound of his footsteps disappeared into the kitchen, leaving only the burbling of the fountain and the faint rush of wind outside.

  Day 12, I wrote, having a harder time keep the pen on the paper and a slightly harder time ignoring what that might mean for my mission readiness.

No backup, Westridge said. None. And yet Sean Darcy is in the kitchen right now, talking to Westridge.

Plus the mission today was…bad. The missiles were gone. There, once. Gone now. If I took the camp before the airport then maybe… or maybe didn’t try that stupid Spanish gambit. They wouldn’t have felt like moving the other weapons.

Got some data, though. And Nasri’s laptop.

The Percocet was starting to kick in. I was losing words. The warm, fuzzy, a-dozen-puffy-blankets sensation looming.

Don’t know what we’re going to do about Shaheed. Two days. Walking is not good. It’s not as bad as it was but standing is…

Well Westridge is probably going to send me home. Hm. Now Sean being here makes sense. Come to get his mission back. How’d he know I was gonna get shot? Nope.

Stop it. You suck at hiding and I can see you reading, Darcy.

“For the unofficial record,” he said, leaning on the back of the sofa, “we got a report that the camp might be expecting extra backup. Westridge thought you’d do fine, Talin and I disagreed. You’re right about backup, though – I’m in as much trouble as you are.”

“Great,” I said, while he grinned.

“We went rogue to pull you outta prison – cheer up, Mikey. As far as the last mission you’ll ever get goes, you coulda done worse.”

“Great,” I said again.

“You take your pills?”

“Regretfully.”

I settled back down on the couch, chucked the log onto the ground.

“How are you feeling?” he asked, looking over the sofa as it landed.

“Regrettable,” I said.

“You’re a linguist, aren’t ya?” He circled around to grab several packs of gauze off the coffee table. “You got your derivational morphology wrong.”

“What do you know about linguistics?”

He laughed, a low, short sound mixing in with the water fountain. “I’m a Wikipedia editor,” he explained. “I know a little about a lot of things.”

“I knew it.”

He looked over at me, expectantly.

“Not that I was thinking about it,” I said, cottony comforter drug hell heat starting its attack on my skin.

“Well,” he continued, with a half-shrug, “as far as linguistics goes, I think ya mean something like regretful.”

“Can I mean both?”

“Not unless-” he started, then cut himself off. “This is a mission. I should be takin’ care of your leg.”

“Instead of…?”

He shot me a dirty look. “Instead of nothing.”

“Alright, then.”

I sunk down another degree into the sofa. Looked down at my foot to make sure I still had one. I wiggled my toes and instead of pain, I felt only the faint, tingly reminder of it. Meanwhile, he started ripping apart gauze packs, rolling latex gloves on, getting an assortment of plastic tweezer things ready.

Field medicine. I hated it. Almost more than Percocet.

“Regretsome,” I thought out loud.

“Not a word, Mike.”

“It is now. You know,” I added, and shifted over on my side a little, “everyone says Shakespeare invented thousands of words, but it isn’t true.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah. They counted wrong. It has to do with…” I paused, the phrase I needed to describe the reason why disappearing into the foggy void of - actually, I felt great. “Data gathering and field work, I think.”

“Field work,” he echoed, giving me a small, distracted nod as he circled back around to inspect the bandages on my leg.

“Yeah, it’s, uh-” I’d had a point, I knew- “It’s why you have to do good field work. And not get shot. Or you’ll start inventing words.”

No, that wasn’t it. He made an mmhm noise, poked at the bandage and made a face.

I’ll be damned if I’m not being ignored.

“So,” I tried, pushing myself up on my elbows.

He waved a hand at me sharply without looking at me. “Take it easy, Mikey.”

“Fine,” I said, and went back to staring at the ceiling fan and getting dizzy.

One, two, three rotations. The breeze was nice. My skin felt like someone had injected space blankets into it. Miserably hot and itchy. Fortunately, my hands were busy clinging to the sofa so a wave of vertigo didn’t shove me off.

“Mike,” Sean Darcy said, interrupting the quiet.

The fan made another three quick rotations. It looked like one. But it was faster than I could count; it probably was three.

“Thorton, do I need to explain what I’m about to do?” he asked.

“No,” I said, after a second’s deliberation. Pack the wound full of gauze, let it heal from the inside out back home, in the good old US of A.

“Good. You ready?”

Home, off the mission. And never gonna get another one.

“Mikey,” he said, waving a blue-gloved hand in front of my face.

“Right, right. Sorry. It’s the Percocet.” I said, then remembered I was supposed to be counterignoring him.

“Just say no,” came the immediate deadpan response from his side of the sofa.

“Oh, ha ha,” I said, despite myself. God damn, my skin itched. “Let’s get this over with.”