#cat will play at your back and let you have keyboard access

[plumadesatada]

i haven't said it before but why is it still the neighbour's cat and not your cat

how to stop neighbour cat from loving me so much so I can use computer

[fixfoxnox]

oh so pre-fic streamer/camboy au hc let’s go

ok so for starters i’d like to think that streamer!ghost is like our universe schlatt

people who don’t look deeply enough into his content don’t know that he’s actually super sweet and down to earth

a lot don’t like him bc they take him too seriously

his sense of humor is so fucking painfully popeye’s biscuit dry and realistically asshole-ish

but those who actually have been around long enough know that he is genuinely a very caring person, he just has a persona that he plays

like he’s always the scape goat but that’s his goal

(just like me fr: getting people to target and focus on me so they don’t go after the people i care about)

also ghost just has exclusively has strong opinions on everything as a character trait

even if he makes the opinion up on the spot cuz he doesn’t actually give a singular shit on whether or not bug displays are ethical or something

knows every single loophole to every gd thing ever

maybe feds get suspicious of him for the shepherd or gun knowledge thing and he presents like articles explaining all the things they’re saying he “shouldn’t know” that are fully accessible to the public

he has a reward to temporarily turn on a camera on his keyboard so the thirsty viewers can watch his hands or something but it’s only for like 2min then he turns it off

roach has a shit ton of like sub goals and other reward thingies

*certain amount dono*: turn on pet cam and it’s like a second camera pointed on his lap or a pet bed under the desk where an animal may be

*hits sub goal*: rescues from a local shelter and it’s always like the oldest cat or a pittie with dog fight scars

he has a bunch of terrariums and tanks in the bg with invasive bugs and/or fish he caught himself

befriended the local wild critters like rabbits, crows, squirrels, and can like whistle a certain tune out of his window and like a whole flock of various birds swarm into his room on command and leave very politely

has a whole zoo at his house basically but everything is so fucking happy

selling your body online makes very good money y’all

he’s one of those “you love him or you hate him” guys but not cuz he really does anything wrong

its just some people don’t like the hyperactive yelling gamer type

where ghost is like schlatt, roach is like badger or something

always on a call with like 5 other people and none of them stfu for 3 whole seconds Ever

but if you’re into that stuff you’ll be dying of laughter right along with them :)

PLEASE THE HAND CAM FOR GHOST IS SO REAL

I like to imagine its like a donation goal thing (like a super hefty one) and like every stream where its one of the donation markers Roach comes in an immediately donates up to that sbdjdjdndn

Also love the idea of Roach being like Badger sjdjdjdjd his crew is him, Jackson, Frost, Ramirez, Logan, and occasionally a swap out when their friend Allen is back home for his 2 days out of the year (yes its every silent protagonist squad) and they're all absolutely insane

Roach's house has animals everywhere and his backyard is one of those wildlife gardens. All sorts of dogs and cats and the occasional ferret or guinea pig that has come through his local shelter. Has rooms in his house specifically designated for certain animals

Roach is the best out of his gaming friends but the one time Jackson (the worst of the squad) manages to clutch a round no one ever lets him forget it sjdjjdjdjd

Also about the hand thing again, prior to Roach showing up it was always Soap who would randomly pop in and donate all the money for the hand cam thing, usually while him and Ghost are playing together sjdjdjjd

God I love the Camboy AU

[lesbianjunimo]

That time you and your demon boyfriend went viral

hi yes hello obey me fandom!! my name is Gabbi and i have never played a single second of the actual game but i have read enough fanon content for the past year to have this idea swimming around in my head and now i am finally letting this accursed thing out of my brain and putting it in yours

also i’m only doing the brothers because any more than that and i’d have an aneurysm probably. oh and shoutout to @obeythebutler and @beels-burger-babe for inspiring me with their works to feel brave enough to write for this fandom

Lucifer:

You and Lucifer go viral on Asmo’s Devilgram story!

You’re in the kitchen helping Asmo with dinner duty and singing along to one of your playlists of human realm music that you like to show him.

Asmo starts filming your cute little dance while you stir the pot on the stove because you are just adorable!

About ten seconds into him filming, Lucifer appears in the doorway with quite the stern look on his face. You know, the one that comes right before a “MAMMOOOOOON” and strikes fear into the heart of all those with functioning eardrums. That one.

He opens his mouth, presumably to tell y’all to shut the fuck up, but then there’s a lull in the music and the eldest can hear your voice ever so slightly above the song’s vocalist and he freezes.

Man stops in his tracks like someone just smacked him in the face with a midair volleyball.

Asmo can be heard stifling a laugh behind his phone.

Lucifer’s face gets so soft and he almost, almost, loosens his metal-rod-through-the-ass posture before you notice him and give a little wave and ask if you and Asmo were being too loud like the considerate darling you are.

Lucifer clears and his throat and says something like, “No, you aren’t. I was just coming to check on how dinner is coming along,” and leaves, after which Asmo immediately presses the post button.

Screenshots of Lucifer’s heart eyes for you go absolutely viral because every demon on Devilgram goes absolutely feral for seeing the eldest demon brother lose his dignified composure. It becomes a meme template. “Get you someone who looks at you like Lucifer looks at MC” and “me at the delivery demon when he shows up with my spicy bat wings” posts become commonplace. (Asmo thinks the memes are totally worth getting strung up with Mammon for laughing at them.)

Mammon:

Much like Lucifer, you and Mammon end up going viral off Asmo’s Devilgram. (Noticing a pattern here?) 

He pulls a silly prank on your asses and honestly I don’t know how you fell for it. But hey, they say “idiots in love” for a reason, so...

You and Asmo are sitting in the common room of the House of Lamentation just chillin. Well, he’s chillin, you’re on the floor studying for an upcoming exam.

The video starts in the middle of a conversation you and the avatar of lust were having.

“No, Asmo,” you say. “Mammon and I don’t use pet names for each other.” Now that’s just a darn lie, and every demon and crow within ten miles of Mammon and you together knows it.

“Really? I find that very hard to believe, MC.~” 

You sigh in response to Asmo’s teasing. “Okay, he has a lot for me but I’m just not much of a pet name person, y’know?” The rest of the exchange goes like this:

“Oh, I totally get it.” *pause* “Hey MC, what do human world bees make again?”

“Honey.”

Cue a sheepish Mammon sticking his head in the doorway at the bluntness of your tone when you answered Asmo.

“Yeah, babe?” he looks like a puppy left on the side of a highway oh my god hUG HIM-

Asmo turns the camera back to his smug ass face and in the background you can be heard tripping on the damn carpet trying to get up and hug your mans. (”MAMMON GET OVER HERE SO I CAN HUG YOU” “W-WHAT? I THOUGHT YA WERE MAD AT ME?!?!?!?!”)

Leviathan:

Streamer Levi? Streamer Levi.

You guys go viral the first time you make an appearance on one of Levi’s weekly (insert cool Devildom streaming service name here) streams. 

It’s completely unintentional. You had been asking him for weeks to play with him on there, but he’s the avatar of envy after all. He doesn’t like sharing his partner, even if it’s with random strangers who have no real access to you.

However, he has his stream on a Thursday instead of a Friday one week, and you come into his room carrying dinner because 1) You didn’t realize he was streaming and 2) No matter what he was doing, the boy needed to eat. It wasn’t unusual for you to bring him dinner, so you had no idea why he was blushing and stammering even more than usual this time in particular. Boy was speaking in beached whale trying to tell you what was wrong.

Then you notice his screen. Oh! “Hi chat!” You wave, setting Levi’s food down on his desk in front of his keyboard. “M-MC!” He full-on whines, slamming a hand over his mouth afterwards when he remembers his viewers could hear that.

Honestly, they’d meme the fuck out of him if it weren’t for the fact that they are FINALLY SEEING HIS HENRY!!! THE MYSTERIOUS MC!!!

Chat is bombarding you with questions while you make Levi eat dinner. And by make him eat dinner, I mean literally feeding this man forkfuls/spoonfuls while he games because you love how flustered he gets when you do that. 

Does it impact his score? Absolutely. Does he care? Not really when you’re pampering him like that.

You start answering chat’s questions about you while he’s chewing so he can’t tell you to stop LMAO-

You’re a natural on stream. The VOD becomes the most popular on Levi’s account in a matter of hours and soon cute highlights compilations of you and him on that stream start making the rounds on Devildom Twitter.

Satan:

There was buildup to Satan going viral, similar to Levi in a way. 

Satan does have a Devilgram, but it’s basically a white woman’s Instagram with added book reviews for variety. Unless you’re a reader his account is pretty boring: candles, books, fireplaces, and cats.

However, after you two started reading together fairly often he began posting pictures of your legs draped over his while you sat together. They’d always be captioned with vague ass pretentious literary criticism. 

This goes on for months, and he gains a lot of (horny) followers after the leg pics start up. He doesn’t really get why but you both joke that it’s because you have some damn nice legs and I mean neither of you are complaining about the new following.

You two go viral when he finally shows your face, entirely by accident.

The post is a video, which is already strange for him and grabs attention. In it, you’re scoffing and reading an excerpt of a book, mocking its understanding of female anatomy.

“I’m quoting here, Satan: ‘her breasts bouncing around like giant pacmen.’ I’M SORRY?? THAT ISN’T HOW BOOBS WORK SIR. WHY ARE MEN ALLOWED TO WRITE?” 

(fun fact that is a very real quote from a very real book I really read last month pls save me)

Originally the camera is focused on your body, with your head out of frame to protect your privacy, but your righteous anger made Satan laugh. Like, a real laugh. The one that makes you and everyone in earshot wonder if he truly was never an angel cause he sure as hell laughs like one but anyway-

When he threw his head back, his DDD angled up just a tad without him noticing, and your face was in view for like .2 seconds. Screenshots of it are making the rounds on Devilgram almost immediately: FINALLY THE LEGS’ OWNER HAS BEEN FOUND.

Satan apologizes profusely but you honestly find it funny and you two opt to just start taking selfies while reading with both of your faces in them from now on. 

Asmodeus:

I’m gonna be real with you: you and Asmo go viral all the time. Pretty much everything Asmo posts can be considered viral because of his social media following and his status as one of the seven avatars of sin.

However, there are some fairly cute highlights to be pointed out among the times you were both featured in a post that blew up.

Your favorite is probably that time Asmo livestreamed on of you guys’ ‘Nail Nites,’ as you call them.

You’re both on the floor, doing your nails and kicking your feet back and forth while talking to chat. A lot of the questions are about your relationship, and there’s a lot of flirting back and forth between the two of you.

A particular clip of the stream does blow the fuck up on Devilgram, though, when someone screen records it and posts it with a bunch of heart emojis edited over it.

“’What colors do you think best describe each other?’ Ooo, that’s a good one, chat!” Asmo claps his hands together excitedly, making sure to be  careful of his nails.

Pretty much everyone expected you to say pink, but you surprised both your boyfriend and your viewers when, after a pensive few moments, you replied with “Hmm...probably yellow or orange.”

“Can I ask why, darling?” Asmo tilts his head in confusion. I mean, yeah, those colors look good on him, but he doesn’t wear them often so he’s wondering about your thought process. 

“Well, in the human world those colors often represent happiness, optimism, and positivity. You’re always the cheerful presence I need in my life when things get hard, so you have the vibe of those colors.”

Asmo proceeds to burst into tears and hug you, messing up both of your nails and prolonging the stream since you both have to start over. But neither of you particularly care. 

Fun fact: Asmo has the clip that demon made of that portion of the stream saved on his DDD and watches it whenever he feels sad.

Beelzebub:

Beel and you probably go the most viral out of everybody. Like this moment is an entire phenomenon across the Devildom internet. 

It’s a video, or well, multiple videos, taken at the end of a Fangol game that Beel’s team had just won. Everyone is cheering and going crazy, yourself included, and you just really wanted to congratulate your boyfriend.

So, like the rational person you are, you elect to climb up onto the railing of the bleachers and wave to get his attention. 

You were absolutely fine up there, and sat all comfortably motioning Beel over to you. He notices, of course, and jogs over, standing right beneath you and looking up. (Back where you were sitting, Mammon is screeching like a hyena in heat and Belphie, who is laying down, has one eye open to glare at him. The youngest knows Beel would never let you hurt yourself; you’re fine.)

A bunch of assorted demons at the game has started filming while you were sat atop the railing since you were rather noticeable. Therefore, there’s a shit ton of different angles of the adorable events that follow:

You slide off the railing, landing right in Beel’s waiting arms bridal style. You’ve got this brilliant smile on your face as you pull his helmet off. None of the DDDs filming can hear it over the crowd noise, but Beel asks you why you just went through all that trouble and you tell him it’s because you wanted to tell him how proud you are.

Soft boy’s chest puffs up and he smiles this big cheesy smile at you reach up to run a hand through his hair. You feel him practically purr at the contact, and with a laugh you pull him in and plant a big ole smooch on him.

The crowd, at least those of them that can see, scream. Everyone is running high on adrenaline and happy emotions; something that cute causes a ruckus!! When you pull away Beel proceeds to put you on his shoulders and you celebrate with him and the rest of his team.

The videos of you two being adorable go completely viral and there are some threads dedicated to stockpiling every single angle taken of the event. Beel is completely oblivious to the attention but you have a lot of them saved on your DDD.

Belphegor:

If you think Belphegor has any sort of social media presence whatsoever then you are sorely mistaken. (Well okay he actually does run some anonymous troll accounts to meme on Lucifer’s posts but that’s neither here nor there-)

Therefore, naturally, you two go viral off of Asmo’s Devilgram. 

Okay so someone in the obey me tag the other say headcanoned that Belphie will go out of his way to nap in ridiculous places and my brain really took that and RAN WITH IT.

So what happens is that Belphie will fall asleep in the fucking weirdest places. I’m talking on top of the fridge, underneath the dinner table, on top of bookshelves...you name it, he has slept there, no matter the effort it takes to get there in the first place. 

And, ever since you two started dating, you would join him. Sometimes it involved putting yourself at risk of great bodily harm, but the little smile he gave when you he saw you fucking scaling the countertop to reach him made it worth it.

So anyway, since Beel adores the both of you to no end, he takes pictures whenever he sees you two napping together, whether or not it is in a crazy place. He sends these to the family group chat because he thinks they’re adorable.

Over a span of weeks to months, Asmo has built up a stock of images of you and Belphie cuddles up in seemingly impossible places. Once he has about ten or so, he posts a compilation of them to his Devilgram with some cheesy ass caption like “The things we do for love <3″.

They become a meme SO QUICKLY. Like UNBELIEVABLY quickly. 

The picture of you and Belphie sleeping on top of a bookshelf, in particular, is a big hit. Memes abound.

“If my girl doesn’t climb up a bookshelf to cuddle my ass, she don’t love me.” “Get yourself a partner who scales bookshelves just to be with your ass.” Etc etc...Belphie doesn’t give a shit but you laugh at a lot of them so he sees that as a good outcome.

[capesandshapes]

Things child capesandshapes believed about the internet/computers:

The government owned facebook

Genuinely didn't know the neoboards existed. For some reason thought the neoboards link led to the employee side of neopets. Pretty sure my parents lied. This will be a common theme.

Neopets was the most popular game in the whole world. So was Bella Sara. Both of these time you for the duration you were on their website and gave you bad things if you were on too long.

You have to have an 18+ drivers license and scan it in and wait three to five business days to access any website with the warning or else the police will come into your house and cut your phone cord. (Dial up) Once cord is cut, it can never be repaired.

Safe websites were any websites that were linked somewhere on a website that you had previously been allowed to visit. Of note, this is the 2002 onwards internet, so I was allowed to visit any website that was linked on the bottom of the geocities or WordPress sites in their affiliated websites list. Anywhere else had viruses.

If you catch an internet virus the police have to come and cut your phoneline so you can't go on the internet and accidentally infect other people. 🥲

Pictures could be saved on the computer but needed a special code to be printed. Word documents did not. Our family's code was lost in 2006. This turns out to be a lie my father told us because he got tired of us using our two sheets a day, backwards and front on cat pictures.

You cannot save any dress up game pictures ever despite what they say because that is a lie. Instead stare at outfits. Be proud. Try to remember what you did. But don't stare too long.

You could go blind from looking at a computer screen for over an hour straight. (I had a sister. Turns.)

If you use staples near a computer they will magnetize to the keyboard. Turns out, no. We were just kids with no fine motor skills and would bring our spoils back to the desk and clumsily staple over the keys until my dad got tired.

It was completely normal for computers to have no sound or speakers and there was no way to hook them up. 2001-2006. Dad didn't want us to blow a speaker playing Sims music. Ironically I think we had a cd with it on for our radio and I think that my parents fancier computer might have had speakers, because we knew it was music from the Sims.

You should never ever ever download music online because you will get a virus and the police will come to cut the phone cord and end your internet forever. You can, however, go to the library and pick out CDs to rip from to burn on your yearly ream of CDs, but you have to check out a book too because libraries will not let you check out anything else if you do not have a book.

Very normal for every child to have a USB they're encouraged to put their favorite digital things on that their parents engrave with their names or write on in sharpie.

We cannot eat by the computer because otherwise we have to vacuum it more than twice a year, and then they will suck up all the cords. They did this. They literally vacuumed our PC. My dad said it was because we had long hair and it just got in the tower. He worked for IBM and built computers for a living so idk.

If you put your feet on the computer desk you will get a permanent hunch and your back bones will fuse together. GENUINELY A COMMON PROBLEM. Dad didn't want feet juice on the keyboard when he had to fix it

Going on the computer in a wet swimsuit could lead to electrocution

The only computer games on CD ROM in the world were the ones we owned and nancy drew. Nancy drew was an adult only game and you cannot buy it without a driver's license. There is only one. No one owns it. Very scary. Play Scooby Doo instead. (Parents had invested heavily in Scooby doo. Were afraid Nancy was too scary because of the ghost on the box.)

Anytime the Internet is bad it is because of hornets. This turned out to be true, as we had a nest on the receiver of our house towards the end. Charter man was stung 27 times.

Broke into my 13 year old email address solely because when I was 13 I thought I would get arrested if I lied on any account information on the internet

[azucanela]

chapter i

pairing: bakugou katsuki x fem!reader

warnings: cursing.

word count: 3k

summary: the internet is enamored with the idea of y/n l/n and bakugou katsuki, two renowned pro heroes, dating. the first issue? the pair rarely interacts. the second issue? apparently, they hate each other, not that anyone knows about that bit. of course, after one night of many mistakes, the whole world knows.

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Y/N’S HEAD IS POUNDING when she wakes up the following day. Her hand coming to rub her temple as she attempts to soothe the throbbing of her own head, the light just barely seeping through her blinds already feels like too much as she rises up in her bed. Blinking a few times, Y/N’s eyes adjust to the light and she sighs, stretching her arms upwards and almost wincing at the sound of her bones cracking.

You’d think that a Pro Hero wouldn’t have such issues, and yet.

Coming to a stand, Y/N hisses at the feeling of her cold floor, frowning before she makes her way towards the hallway and rubbing a hand against her eye. She catches a look of herself in the mirror, hair amiss, makeup that she’d applied from the night before still on— and yet her eye bags seem to have grown. If Y/N is honest, she looks and feels like a mess.

That should be a given though, seeing as she couldn’t even remember how she’d gotten home last night. Though Y/N was sure the news would detail any screw ups she’d made. Sighing as she grabs the TV remote from the coffee table by her couch and clicks the TV on. 

“You’re fucking kidding me.” She mumbles out when the TV turns on to reveal that she is in fact the headline, alongside Bakugou Katsuki. 

Almost on cue, a set of rapid knocks sound against her door and Y/N already knows who it is, again.

It was an accident, Y/N hadn’t meant to get blackout drunk at a literal Gala filled with several respectable and admirable peers from the Pro Hero world. And she certainly hadn’t meant to speak poorly about one of those peers— well, if she could really call Bakugou that at this point. After all there was a reason she spoke poorly of him.

“He’s an— an ill-mannered, rude, insufferable—” Y/N inhaled deeply as she looked to Lorelai, gesturing her hands vividly as she finally said, “bastard!”

Lorelai stands with a hand pressed against her temple, rubbing it gently as though that would end the headache that Y/N had probably caused with her shenanigans. “I warned you.”  She mumbles out before reaching into her pocket and pulling out her phone as Y/N continues to drone on about the young man.

“I ran into him and I was filled with complete and utter rage. Did I do a few questionable things? Yes. Do I regret them—” Y/N sighs, bringing her hands to her face as the news plays in the background before saying, “I do.” 

If Y/N was honest, she wasn’t remorseful at all, not when it was Bakugou they were talking about. But she was embarrassed, she’d acted out like a child and there was no denying it. As much as she disliked the idea, a public apology was probably necessary and a private one to Bakugou was the least she owed him. 

Currently Y/N L/N and Bakugou Katuski were on every headline and front page there were, all because Y/N had elected to get a little too drunk and start talking trash about Bakugou. In the world of Pro Heroes, her word carried a lot of weight, so although it was unprofessional, Y/N had a feeling it was Bakugou’s PR team that was panicking right now. 

"You’re trending.” Comes Lorelai’s words, a hand coming to scratch the back of her neck awkwardly as she looks back up at Y/N, “I suppose that’s good.” 

Y/N had a feeling the people who shipped her with Bakugou were rather devastated upon finding out that the (non-existent) couple that they idolized yet had zero interaction actually hated one another. “Maybe they’ll stop thinking Bakugou and I would ever enter a relationship now.”

Raising a brow, Lorelai looks up to her, typing away at her phone without looking at the keyboard as she replies, “actually they’re shipping you with Pro Hero Deku. They caught quite a few pictures of you two dancing together last night.” Lorelai’s eyes returned to her screen, squinting as she mumbled out, “the Bakugou shippers are disappointed, but they’re still going strong. Something about… enemies to lovers?”

Y/N groans in annoyance, it was beginning to become abundantly clear that nothing good was going to come of this. Not that she expected such a thing, but a girl can hope. With a sigh, she shakes away those thoughts, pushing them to the back of her mind as she looks to Lorelai, “what are we going to do?” 

“I am going to speak with Bakugou’s publicist, and set up a meeting.” Comes Lorelai’s response, bringing the phone to her ear as she made her way towards the door for more privacy. 

Y/N looked to her publicist, brows furrowed, “I don’t want to meet with Bakugou.”

Rolling her eyes, Lorelai gestured to the TV as she replied, “we don’t have much of a choice do we?” Sighing, Lorelai stares at the ringing phone before saying, “you can’t let your issues with Bakugou interfere with your career— you two were bound to work together at some point. Whether you wanted to or not.”

Y/N can easily pick up on the underlying words as Lorelai steps out the door, she’s essentially telling her to suck it up. And though Y/N recognizes that she is absolutely and completely correct— that she unfortunately cannot allow Bakugou’s existence to interfere with her career, that doesn’t mean she can’t be upset about it. 

And besides, avoiding him had gone perfectly fine up until now. Y/N was still wondering what had possessed him to actually attend a public event. Last she’d checked, the boy hated them with a passion, and most of the time they only further damaged his reputation. 

Last night was only more evidence of that fact. 

“You’re right.” Comes Y/N’s words, sighing dejectedly as she sinks further into her couch. “Let me know how it goes.” Even Y/N could recognize that there was no other choice, and well— she had to be mature and realistic about this.

Lorelai steps away, and Y/N finds herself glad that she can’t hear whatever it is the woman is saying as she straightens her posture, sitting up as she crosses her legs on the couch to watch the news. 

“Famed Pro Hero Y/N L/N was caught expressing her true feelings for Bakugou Katsuki, and they certainly weren’t what fans were hoping for.” The woman on the screen leans back in her seat, moving out of the way to gesture to the screen behind her, as she opens her mouth to speak again, Y/N finds herself grabbing the remote and changing the channel with a glare towards the reporter. 

Not that it was her fault, Y/N had a feeling if she had a job with any news station right now, this story would mean everything for her career. But she didn’t, she was a Pro Hero, and she had more important things to do— and even then, weren’t there more important things to report on? 

The screen changes, and this time there’s another woman on the screen, a solemn look on her face as she leans forward on the desk with her hands clasped. “As the anniversary of the villain Stain’s incarceration grows near, civil unrest has begun to worsen. With another copy cat killer on the loose, it seem that people have once again taken to the streets to demand his release, or at least a change in his current life sentence for the murder of—”

Y/N shuts off the TV, grimacing at the reminder of her school years. Each year, crime would spike, so more Pro Heroes would set to work around this time. And each year, the number of casualties for Pro Heroes would practically triple because of all the people that tried to target them. This wouldn’t be the first Stain copy cat they’d seen, and it probably wouldn’t be the last. Most of them didn’t last this long though, caught by the police by their first attempt ideally, if not then their first kill.

Y/N had lost good friends to people like that. 

Exhaling deeply, she comes to a stand, pulling out her phone to see she had several unread messages from Lorelai, all of which were in reference to the current… situation they were dealing with. There were— unsurprisingly— a few messages of concern from Izuku that Y/N can’t help but smile at. The boy had always been too kind for his own good. But what did confuse her were the messages from an unknown number, Y/N’s brows furrowed as she moved to open them. 

UNKNOWN ???

It was only a single message, but it still leaves Y/N confused, few people had access to her number, and for some reason she finds it unnerving as she goes to delete the conversation.

BAKUGOU WISHED HE COULD FORGET the chaos that had been the night before. Alas, every moment was burned into his mind, especially that bit in which Y/N had cursed him out while drunk and maybe something about him trying to fight Deku but that wasn’t really anything out of the ordinary. 

His eyes open to the sound of his alarm, and like clockwork— Bakugou rises from his bed and when his feet hit the floor he’s slipping on a set of house shoes instantly. He’d always been more of the type to live a methodical, routine like, life. Make the bed, cook himself a healthy breakfast if he hadn’t already meal prepped for the week, take a shower, get dressed, go to work. And then do it all over again. 

Bakugou had never felt the need for any spontaneity, seeing as his job provided enough of that. Surprise, there’s a murderer on the loose. Surprise, the murderer targets heroes specifically. Surprise, it's a stain copycat killer. Surprise! He hates Pro Hero Ground Zero more than anything in the world. 

The entirety of last night was not the type of surprise Bakugou was used to. Seeing as his phone is ringing as he tries to make his breakfast, and when he looks to see it’s his publicist— well, that isn’t really something out of the ordinary seeing as Bakugou seems to have a different “scandal” every week. But when the calls don’t stop coming...

Last night was a disaster, it didn’t take a genius to recognize that. Just anyone with a phone and some sort of social media, or a tv that had access to the news. Which was basically everyone nowadays. Bakugou liked to think that he had gone through worse, like when they caught him speaking poorly about Deku— although the boy had assured them that Bakugou meant no harm, and Y/N probably wouldn’t do the same.

Yeah, this was a problem. 

Bakugou had a feeling that if he hadn’t been the person who hired him, his publicist would’ve cursed him out by now. Regardless, the man in question had remained… kind of calm. He was clearly on the verge of some sort of breakdown, staring Bakugou down like a hawk as he sat across from him— hands pressed together as they rested against his chin. The man had arrived shortly after leaving Bakugou about a dozen voicemails.

“How did you manage to piss off one of the most influential women in Pro Hero society?”

Despite being a newer Hero, Y/N had worked alongside several of the Top Pro Heroes already, probably because of her connections with Pro Hero Hawks and her own Charisma, making her one of the most likable of the next generation. That and the fact that she was regarded as a potential Number 1 Hero given the speed she was rising through the ranks. 

Although Bakugou was sure this had damaged her credibility in some sort of way, he had no doubt she’d come back from this, even if he didn’t. After all, he wasn’t necessarily known for his award winning personality. 

In response to his publicist’s question, Bakugou finds himself crossing his arms, shrugging before he replies, “beats me.”

Inhaling deeply, his publicist brings a hand to his temple, rubbing it rather harshly in an attempt to end the major headache that was coming on. “You have no idea? None at all—” One of the other PR assistants is standing beside them once more, the guy had been leaving and coming back for a while actually. This time he seems rather anxious though, “and what the hell do you want?”

“Well— well, sir. You see, we’ve been getting a call from—”

His publicist, Haru Ishida, as Bakugou had come to know him, appears to have a vein popping out of his head as he replies, “I don’t care which major news platform wants to hear what we have to say, tell them the same thing—”

“It’s Ms. L/N’s publicist!” The man cries out, hand pressed against the receiver of the phone to keep said woman from hearing their interaction, face flushed red in embarrassment as he stands straighter and adds, “sir.”

Haru’ jaw drops open as he immediately shoots up from his seat, snatching the phone from the assistants hand and bringing it to his ear before swiftly saying, “Haru Ishida, how can I help you?”

Bakugou gives the man a look, “put it on speaker.” He hisses out.

The man does as he’s told and a woman’s voice fills the room, “I think it’s more of how I can help you, Mr. Ishida.” A pause, “I’d like to set up a meeting between our clients. We can discuss more in person.”

“Hell no.” Bakugou says instantly, seeing as his little reunion with his former classmate yesterday had gone very poorly, Bakugou couldn’t really see a world in which another meeting with Y/N benefitted him in any way. Despite this, his words cause Haru to glare at him, opening his mouth to respond only for Y/N to beat him to it.

“Bakugou.” She muses, “both you and Y/N are experiencing blowback from this.” Comes her words, the sound of typing on the other end of the call as she continues, “but you need us more than we need you. I know Y/N will come back from this, with or without you. But can you say the same about your career?” There’s almost a subtle threat if you read between the lines and it leaves Bakugou cursing under his breath.

If Bakugou was right, this was Lorelai Flores, a renowned publicist though she was rather new to the game. As someone who aspired to be the best, Bakugou initially sought her out. She’d rejected his attempts at hiring her of course, which is why he’d ended up with the second best he could secure. Haru, who was currently inhaling deeply as he replied, “that can be arranged.”

“No it cannot—” Haru ignores Bakugou’s attempt at protesting, simply shooting him a glare before returning his attention to the call.

“Fantastic!” The woman exclaims, “perhaps it can be just you and I, Haru. Clearly our clients aren’t inclined to be anywhere near each other. Of course, if all goes well then I’m sure they’ll be seeing each other plenty.” The sound of a pen scribbling against a paper followed by, “pick me up at 7, you have my address.”

The call ends, and Bakugou’s brow is raised as he looks back to his publicist, who clears his throat before saying, “we’ll come to a consensus sir.”

Meanwhile, the PR assistant from before looks to Haru, “fraternizing with the enemy?”

“I can fire you.” Haru hisses in response, eyes narrowing at the boy before looking back to Bakugou as he straightens himself and collects the paper’s before him, “if you’ll excuse me, I need to prepare for my meeting with Ms. Flores.” He moves to leave, hovering by the door as he says, “by the way, I believe Pro Hero Red Riot is heading this way at the moment.” 

Bringing his hands to his face, Bakugou groans, if he had to guess— Kirishima was going to lecture him, again. He finds himself coming to a stand making his way around the couch, he doesn’t bother to meet Kirishima the door since he’s already making his way inside. At the same time, Bakugou is left to watch as the rest of his PR team is exiting his apartment one by one, taking their equipment with them wordlessly. 

And so, in comes Kirishima, a bright smile on his face as he calls out, “hey Bakubro!” Arms spread wide as he greets his friend, coming to wrap his arms around him. Although Bakugou doesn’t return the hug, he allows the physical contact.

“Hey shitty hair.” Comes his response, mumbled out as he is finally released from Kirishima’s grip. “What do you want?”

With a shrug, Kirishima, steps further inside Bakugou’s apartment, “I figured you might wanna talk—”

“Don’t wanna talk.” Bakugou interrupts, narrowing his eyes at Kirishima. 

Nodding slowly, Kirishima offers him a tight lipped smile, a short silence encompassing them before he says, “but she said some intense stuff so I though—”

“No.” 

“I can talk to her?

“Absolutely not.”

With that, Bakugou found himself wondering how this could possibly get worse at this point, of course, his question would soon be answered seeing as things could definitely get worse.

[sunnyrosewritesstuff]

Day 6 Birthday Plot Bunnies 2

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Title: A Walk on the Other Side

Summary: Bilbo is a FBI profiler and rather enjoys his desk job when a strange case comes across his desk hinting towards the FBI's most wanted: Smaug. As soon as he makes this connection, he is approached by notorious crime lord, Oakenshield, in an attempt to get him to work for him. Bilbo’s world gets flipped upside down by the suave man, and he may not be a dirty cop, but he does have a personal investment in making sure Smaug is put behind bars.

Bilbo Baggins was not exactly the first person you pictured when you heard the acronym “FBI”. He was a little too short, a little too pudgy, and enjoyed his sweater vests immensely. Yet, he’s been his department’s top analyst for the last fourteen years. He may not be one of the showy field officers (messy, nasty work that), but what Bilbo did was not any less important. In fact, if it wasn’t for analysts like Bilbo, a lot of times the “gunslinging action” wouldn’t take place at all. A rather unpopular opinion but true.

It was shaping into a relatively normal Thursday for Bilbo. They had just finished up a debrief over their latest embezzlement case. He was starting to suspect they were dealing with a serial embezzler. It was different locations, different methods, and different amounts, but there was something about the case that clicked in Bilbo’s mind. He was almost to his desk when he noticed a large manila envelope was draped over his keyboard. He raised an eyebrow as he carefully lifted the sticky note attached to it.

Have a look at these files for me? I know I’m missing something. Call me when you figure it out. -GG

Bilbo plopped into his uncomfortable rolling chair with a sigh. Gandalf was his old AD before he switched departments. And unfortunately, anything with Gandalf’s name on it was usually trouble for Bilbo. He tapped his fingers on the desk and spun back and forth in his chair for a bit when his eyes landed on his mother’s picture on his desk. She was in uniform hugging him at his college graduation. He knew exactly what she would want him to do. Heaving a groan, he pulled the damn envelope towards him and started looking over the files.

Arsons? Those didn’t usually fall under Gandalf’s jurisdiction. His eyes skimmed the reports, not sure exactly what Gandalf was expecting him to do. The evidence was fairly cut and dry. What’s more is the local police caught a suspect that seemed substantially to blame. Case closed. However, if Gandalf thought there was more, he should probably check it twice. It was actually the third time that he caught it. The papers hit his desk as his mind reeled. No...surely it wasn’t? Now he really needed to make sure.

He laid the photos out side by side circling the origin of the fires in each picture. His hand was shaking when he was done. This was big. This was FBI’s most wanted big. He didn’t even bother writing up a report. He immediately got on the server and sent a one-word email to Gandalf.

Smaug.

It was thirty after six when Bilbo finally packed up his work to head back home. His mind had been racing all afternoon, and all he wanted was to be put on the arson case. However, Gandalf never replied to his email, never called, nothing. First thing he was going to do when he got home after feeding Myrtle was grab a beer from the fridge and call the older man. Even if Gandalf wouldn’t let him be part of the team, he deserved to know what happened with that bastard.

Bilbo’s townhouse wasn’t exactly what you would call grand, but he enjoyed it greatly. It had the cosy atmosphere of his childhood cottage while still being rent efficient in a quiet neighborhood. It was a slight commute to work, but well worth it. He unlocked the door and flipped on the lights to the front room as he toed off his shoes and set his messenger bag down. He was just getting ready to move into the kitchen to get some cat food down for Myrtle when he froze. There was a man in his house.

“So you’re Mr. Baggins.” His low voice purred in amusement as he looked him up and down. “You look more like a grocer than an agent.”

Bilbo opened his mouth to scream when the man whipped out a Sig Sauer.

“Don’t.” He ordered calmly. “I only want to talk.”

Bilbo’s eyes hardened as he quickly took in details for a sketch artist. Tall, likely over six foot. Lean, except for he’s slightly broader in the shoulders. Tailored suit. Slicked back dark hair but graying at the sides, hooded blue eyes, well-trimmed beard and mustache. Almost as if he knew exactly what Bilbo was doing, the man smirked before nodding towards the sitting room. Bilbo moved slowly and deliberately as he sank down onto his armchair. The man unbuttoned his jacket before taking the spot on the couch. He set the gun down in front of him on the coffee table. A peace offering, but also a signal that it was within reach if he needed it. Bilbo’s blood was pounding as he forced his dry throat to work.

“What do you want?”

“Gandalf told me you have the information I need.”

Bilbo cocked his head in confusion as his mind raced to process the loaded answer. This man knew Gandalf. He talked to him recently. He knew Smaug.

“What kind of information?” Bilbo played dumb.

“A file came across your desk, and you gave Gandalf a name. I want to know why? What did you see that made you so sure it was him?”

There was almost a maniac gleam in those bright blue eyes. It was something Bilbo related to well. 

“I can show you. I just need to get to my bag.” Bilbo stated, slowly standing up.

The man’s hand twitched towards his gun, but he didn’t pick it up as he nodded his consent. He didn’t take Bilbo as a threat. His mistake. Bilbo grabbed his bag and slid the pistol and cell phone out of the front pocket whirling around on the man. He sighed but put his hands up as he leaned back into the couch. Bilbo’s left hand was shaking as he searched for Gandalf’s number, but his gun hand remained steady and in control. He put the call on speaker so he could watch the man’s face for any slip. However, his expression never changed from slightly bored and exasperated.

“My dear Bilbo, I do hope you haven’t shot our guest yet.”

Bilbo could just kill the AD. He really could. As it was, his posture relaxed just slightly.

“Who is he?” He demanded of Gandalf.

“Someone who has hunted Smaug longer than you.”

Bilbo rolled his eyes at the dramatics and lack of a real answer which seemed to amuse the other man somewhat. This didn’t feel right. Every instinct in Bilbo’s body said to arrest the man across from him if nothing else than because he was dangerous.

“Do you trust him?” Bilbo finally asked, his voice wavering just slightly.

There was a long pause before Gandalf answered.

“I do.” 

Being of no real use, Bilbo hung up the phone after that. He had two choices before him. He could trust Gandalf’s judgement, or he could go with his instincts. He kept the gun trained on the man for a moment longer before lowering it with a sigh. He flipped the safety back on as he stuck it in his waistband, because he wasn’t a total naive idiot, before picking up his bag like he said he was going to initially. When he looked back over, the man’s gun was gone. Bilbo sat stiffly next to him and pulled out the file Gandalf had sent over earlier.

“It was where these fires originated that tipped me off. Here, what do you notice?” Bilbo questioned.

The man furrowed his eyebrows studying the images before he shrugged with a grunt of irritation.

“Placement.” Bilbo pointed out. “There were no traces of accelerant so how do you start a natural fire? Well, very easily. Gas range stove, covered radiator, electrical outlets, but look. Where the spot is most charred we can assume is the start of the fire. It’s nowhere near anything like that. It couldn’t possibly have started naturally. So what set off the fire? Smaug has a very specific MO. He kills using highly concentrated nitroglycerin tablets, smuggable due to their heart relieving counterparts, that when combined with human stomach acid will cause an explosion. And judging by the shape of the darker burn, it’s not a huge leap to assume that there was a human body there.”

“But all of the owners were alive to file insurance claims.” The man pointed out, looking more curious than anything else.

Forgetting that he was a stranger that had a gun trained on him not even ten minutes ago, Bilbo found himself getting more animated at the chance to finally explain his theories.

“So I looked into that after I sent the email to Gandalf. Somehow, every owner was conveniently out of town before the fire happened, and afterwards were able to afford a building or home way above their pay scale. Which even if you take insurance money into account still shouldn’t be possible. I think Smaug was paying them off for access to conduct his dirty work somewhere he couldn’t be tracked. What’s more, all the buildings being used by the same money laundering cleaning service made an easy target for the police.”

The man raised an eyebrow as he seemed to be appraising Bilbo. He smirked before standing.

“Very well, I’ll talk to Gandalf about getting you transferred.”

Bilbo jumped to his feet.

“Transferred? Where? For what purpose?”

“I want you working for me.”

“Now wait just a minute here!” Bilbo demanded as he stomped back into the entry hall. “I don’t know who the hell you are, but I won’t be a dirty cop! And don’t try to convince me anything about what we did was legal. Nobody breaks into an FBI agent’s home and holds a gun on him unless they work outside the law.”

The man shook his head with a snort. “Well aren’t you just perceptive.”

“Hang on!”

Bilbo reached out for the man’s arm at the same time he reached for the doorknob. In less than a second, the man had Bilbo’s arm pinned above his head in the wall out of view of the window with Bilbo’s own gun placed under his chin. Bilbo glared into the ice blue eyes inches away from his own as he tried to keep a cool head in an uncomfortable situation.

“Let’s get a couple of things straight.” The man whispered, his breath hot on Bilbo’s face. “One, I don’t answer to anyone, especially not you. Two, you’ll be whatever I want you to be or you don’t get the revenge you so clearly desire. Yeah, I can see in your eyes how badly you want Smaug. Work for me or get the hell out of my way. I don’t really care one way or the other, but Smaug is mine.”

He gave Bilbo one last smirk before shoving the gun in Bilbo’s pocket and stepping away. Without so much as a ‘good evening’, he was gone in the night. Adrenaline shot, Bilbo slid down the wall until his butt met the floor painfully. He let his head lightly bang into the wall behind him a few times as he just focused on breathing. A ‘meow’ alerted him to his company before Myrtle stepped over his legs to rub her head against his arms and stomach.

“And where have you been?” He croaked.

He didn’t get an answer back aside from another ‘meow’ as she seemed rather insistent on getting her dinner. Bilbo closed his eyes and counted to twenty before getting up to finally go to the kitchen. That beer sounded more prevalent than ever.

***

First thing he did the next day was go straight to Gandalf’s office, slamming the door behind him. The older man looked up and gave the analyst a wide smile. 

“Bilbo! To what do I owe the pleasure?”

“Who the hell was that last night?!”

“Well…” Gandalf huffed.

“Tell me.” Bilbo seethed. “Or I’ll go straight to the top and tell Saruman everything.”

Gandalf pouted. “No need to get testy. Please have a seat. Do you want some tea? Coffee?”

Bilbo let his face fall into his hands. “What I want…” His muffled voice stressed. “Is some answers. What have I just been exposed to?”

Gandalf sighed. “Very well. I believe you are familiar with Oakenshield?”

Bilbo slowly lifted his head to pierce Gandalf with a baffled glare.

“Oakenshield...the crime family? Oakenshield...who got into it with the Orcs several years back and cut off the hand of their boss? That Oakenshield?” 

“The very one.” Gandalf snapped, pleased. “Well that was Thorin.”

“Thorin? As in the head of Oakenshield, Thorin Durin?!” Bilbo’s voice had risen in pitch at this point.

“Of course.” Gandalf nodded as if Bilbo having a conversation in his living room with a dangerous mob boss was akin to making a friend at preschool.

Bilbo collapsed in the chair across from Gandalf as spots danced in his eyes. He white-knuckle gripped the arms as if physically trying to tether himself to the conscious world. I’m not going to pass out. I’m not going to pass out. Bilbo was an analyst! There was a reason he didn’t go out and meet people...well like that. And Gandalf knew Durin. Even worse, Gandalf leaked FBI intel to him. Slowly he lifted his head.

“Did my mother know?” He demanded hoarsely.

“Did she know what?” Gandalf asked, genuinely baffled.

“Did she know you worked for the mafia?”

“Bilbo…”

“ANSWER THE QUESTION, GANDALF!”

The wizened face hardened, reminding Bilbo of the reason why he had yet to retire.

“She suspected...but I never told her, no.”

Bilbo rubbed his jaw as he chuckled on the verge of hysterics.

“She always told me I had to get in your command. Said it was her best days on the force. That you were a good AD. Tell me. What’s your ratio? How many do you let slip off the hook for every one you put behind bars?”

“Now see here, Bilbo Baggins! I will not let you undermine me or my division! Contrary to your belief system, there is more at work here than what you can comprehend.”

“My belief system?” Bilbo scoffed. “You mean THE LAW?”

“Yes.” Gandalf grumped. “The law. The law which can dictate that a pickpocket is guilty but a corporation stealing hours from their underpaid workers is innocent.”

“I’m not going to sit here and debate...politics with you!” Bilbo laughed. “My job is to arrest people like Thorin Durin and there’s nothing you can say that’s ever going to make me think working with the lunatic is a good idea!”

“Not even if he’s your only chance to take down Smaug?”

Bilbo’s face fell into an emotionless mask, except for his eyes burning holes into Gandalf. Without another word, he stood and left the office. If he slammed the door closed with more force than necessary, well that was no one’s business but his own. Luckily, his black mood seemed to engulf him like a siren warning everyone off. He made it to his desk with no distractions ready to pick up where he left off with the embezzlement cases. Only, he couldn’t move as he stared blankly at the wall of his cubicle.

Understandably, his focus was a little off. He figured he should turn Gandalf in, but for the love of his mother’s memory and nothing more, he deemed it best to leave that stone unturned. His decision was immediately questioned when he got a text twenty minutes later from an unknown number with a time and a location and a charming little warning at the end.

Come alone.

Bilbo snorted as he tossed his phone on his desk. Absolutely not. An hour later, he found himself procrastinating the embezzlement case again to pull up the bureau's database on Smaug, Dracon. It was all information Bilbo had practically memorized at this point. His eyes drifted towards his phone with the text he had already committed to memory before shaking his head and exiting out of his search. Bilbo was an analyst for the FBI. He had his integrity and moral responsibility to ignore psychopathic crime bosses who wanted to use him for a turf war. He wasn’t so single-mindedly driven by revenge regardless of what Gandalf or Oakenshield said. His phone buzzed again.

Belladonna Took’s son was meant for more than sitting behind a desk for the rest of his life. Thorin was impressed. At least hear him out tonight, and if you absolutely feel like you can’t join the team, we won’t bother you ever again.

Bilbo threw his phone with a string of curses that had everyone around him staring with wide eyes. Bilbo dragged his hands down his face. This was such an easy decision. He just had to say no! No, no, no, no. Why couldn’t he say no?

Because you’ve never felt more excited about any case before? Because you trained for months to be a field agent before making an abstaining promise to your father at your mother’s grave? Because you’ve never felt closer to getting your mother’s killer, and that’s a sweet taste that just won’t go away?

Bilbo cursed himself with every swear in the book when the cab pulled up outside the restaurant that was texted to him. His nerves were singing. Everything about this felt wrong and dirty. And yet...he opened the door to let himself in.

[brokenjardaantech]

eternity

summary: six times allen celebrates connor's birthday (and one time he doesn't)

happy birthday, connor.

also on ao3

2038:

The first birthday Allen spends with Connor isn’t as much of a celebration.

An android killed its former owner and kidnapped a girl, said girl’s life is on the line because the android is standing at the edge of the roof ready to jump at the smallest hint that it’s going to be hurt, and now he’s supposed to wait for a prototype android which he didn’t even know about until a few minutes ago to take over the situation as a test? This is directly against Allen’s ethics, but seeing that command has declined his request to reclaim control over the situation multiple times, nothing short of the new android malfunctioning on spot would change their mind. Helplessness is an emotion he’s familiar with, but it doesn’t mean that he’s used to it. He also doesn’t mean to yell at the new android - Connor, model RK800 - but he does anyway before taking cover behind a toppled table where he can see every single one of his still standing teammates in the penthouse, with every single second Connor wastes wandering around the apartment bringing up his anxiety up a notch. He uses the time to get the paramedics, threaten the press to get the fuck out of there so that they don’t agitate the android outside even further with the transmissions and chopper noises. It is only when he’s done with all of the above that Connor goes outside, and within the penthouse, he orders the entire team to change formation, ready to strike when the situation calls for it.

He certainly doesn’t expect Connor to defy the PL600’s wishes and save the cop lying on the side. He also doesn’t expect it to dismiss the chopper, but then again, he also saw the android take the gun under the table even though its programming should prevent it from doing so, so for it to be able to do the impossible… maybe there is a chance for tonight to end on a relatively positive note.

Until Connor decides that the best course of action is pulling the girl towards itself so that it can use the momentum to push the PL600 off the edge, sealing its fate as the domestic android unloads an entire clip of bullets into its body.

Half the squad rushes forward to access the damage as soon as the magazine is spent, and as Allen kneels down on Emma’s side to shield her from the sight of thirium gushing out from the bullet wounds on Connor’s body, he can’t help but notice the LED on its temple spinning red a few times before going dark.

So much for a successful test.

---

2039:

Considering the circumstances, Allen isn’t sure if it’s appropriate to celebrate Connor’s first birthday, but it also feels wrong not to when Connor is now a permanent fixture in his team and it’s Allen’s job to keep track of the wellbeing of his teammates, so after thinking the idea through for a few days, he decides to get the android something small and functional.

What propels him to include a fidget ring in the package, he has no idea. Probably because his brain only focused on the ‘small, subtle and functional’ part of the fidget instead of the ‘ring’ part of the equation when he ordered the thing, but it’s too late now, he’s already walking towards Connor’s desk and Connor has noticed him, and turning back will be weird at the least and rude at the worst; the android has enough problems finding his place in the team enough it is. He places the paper bag containing the assortment of fidgets on the edge, observing the way Connor’s gaze travels along with it before looking up and meeting Allen’s gaze.

‘What is this?’ Connor asks.

‘I don’t know if you celebrate it but…’ sometimes Allen does wonder how much of his social skills stem from what he calls his SWAT Captain override, ‘I got you something for your birthday.’

‘Androids don’t have birthdays, Captain.’

‘Your activation day, then. It’s fine if you don’t want to accept it; I don’t even know if you do the birthday thing and -’

Allen somehow becomes too focused on rambling that he doesn’t notice Connor pulling the bag towards himself and examining its content. A small tub of slime, two fidget cubes of different dimensions, a small bubble fidget, and finally, the ring. The room is silent save for the hum of electronics and the sound of fingers hitting the projected keyboard on their desks, and no one bats an eye or turns around to see what’s going on as Connor tries every single one of the fidgets on spot and then setting them aside; when it comes to the ring, Connor first takes it between his fingers and gives it a few spins, then rolls it on his fingertips in a way slightly different from that he used to play with his coin, and then slides it onto his left pinky. He smiles at Allen. ‘Thank you. They’re all wonderful.’

Something shifts within Allen but he can’t pinpoint what exactly it is. Seeing that his task is done, he says, ‘I’m glad that you like them,’ and returns to his office for more paperwork.

---

2041:

Allen intended to make getting drinks a yearly thing for Connor’s birthday, but his plans get scrambled as soon as he realises that he can’t contact the android in any way. He’s neither reading his messages nor accepting any calls, which isn’t Connor’s usual habit, and as the day approaches its end and midnight tickles by, he starts to worry. They promised to celebrate together this year, so where has Connor gone now?

He dares not sleep even after getting home, his cats splayed in various positions around him while he anxiously switches from show to show available on the subscription service on the TV, and he forces himself to drink a small can of coke so that the caffeine will keep him awake for a few more hours as he shoots message after message to both Connor’s phone number and internal contact. Not panicking is an easy thing, him having mastered the art of forcing himself to calm down even in the direst situations since he was young - at least, that’s what he tells himself.

The trembling in his hands tells a different story, but it can simply be the caffeine.

His doorbell rings at 3 am, and when he opens the door, Connor is standing outside like a lost puppy. He smells weird, his posture slack in a way Allen has never seen before, but Allen admits him anyway, standing to one side to let the android go through the door and take off his shoes, his thoughts flying back to the present he prepared for Connor that now sits in a package on his coffee table. ‘Where have you been?’ he can’t help but ask. I was worried, he wants to add, but no use doing that now; Connor is safe in his house, and it’s all that matters.

Connor suddenly swivels around and stares at the human intensely. It is a look Allen sees often when he goes to bars and decides to mingle with the crowd, but never one that he reciprocates because he just isn’t interested or attracted to random strangers; with Connor, however, things are slightly different, and he finds himself frozen in an unfamiliar emotion as the android scans him from head to toe. Anticipation.

‘Looking for you,’ Connor replies in the end, and the next moment Allen finds himself being pushed up against the wall and the taste of warm water and plastic on his lips, on his tongue, in his mouth as something hard pokes at his hip.

An inhuman hiss from somewhere close to the ground reminds him that he’s still in the living room and it’s hardly a good place to do… whatever Connor is planning to do, even though he has a slight idea on where the night will go, and he pushes the android off himself as soon as he feels his lungs burn. ‘Bedroom,’ he orders breathlessly, and he doesn’t wait for Connor’s response before scooping him up by his thighs and carrying him upstairs. He doesn’t keep anything related to sex in his house - masturbating does fuck all for him and his previous relationships were never long enough to make him attracted to his partner - but as soon as he gets Connor’s trousers off and discovers that the android is, in fact, self-lubricating, he sweeps his worries to one side and focuses on giving Connor what he seems to want right now. He isn’t ashamed to admit that they fucked like bunnies. Connor moans so deliciously while he bounces on Allen’s dick, and when his movements get too arrhythmic to be pleasurable for either of them, Allen simply flips them over so that Connor is underneath him and ploughs into him like there is no tomorrow. He’s surprised when the skin on his cybernetic leg deactivates to reveal plastic not unlike Connor’s chassis; he’s surprised to find that Connor orgasms easily, the android shuddering apart multiple times before the thought of approaching his own orgasm even crosses Allen’s mind; he’s even more surprised at himself that he has the endurance despite having gone without sex for years.

In any case, he ends up coming in Connor’s arse and collapsing on top of the android with a groan that is quickly swallowed by Connor pressing his lips against his like they’re his lifeline. Then he gets up, tells Connor to get up to take a shower as well so that he can quickly strip the bed and change into new sheets, puts the dirty sheets into the washer-dryer, and then takes a shower himself after the android is done. He forgoes most of his usual sleeping attire and settles for a pair of boxers instead, but nothing prepares him for Connor putting on his old clothes as if he’s prepared to leave. ‘Where are you going?’

‘Back,’ is Connor’s too-fast reply as he struggles with the buttons of his shirt. ‘I’m sorry. I don’t wish to impose.’

‘You aren’t,’ Allen lies down on his usual side of the bed and pats the empty space next to his body. ‘You can stay if you want to.’

Connor freezes. He looks… lost. ‘You don’t mind?’

Allen tries to soften his expression. ‘Why would I?’

That seems to do the trick, and Connor strips until he’s also only in his underwear and settles down next to the human without touching him. Allen tucks them in, reaching around to make sure that the blanket is wrapped snugly around both of them, and he lets himself drift despite the questions he has in his mind: where did Connor go? Why did Connor choose him? Why did he not answer his calls and messages? Why did he seem to forget that today - or yesterday now, technically - is his birthday?

His train of thought is interrupted by Connor scooting closer almost hesitantly, and he places a careful arm around the android’s waist to show that he doesn’t mind it at all even though his still-bare cybernetic leg tickles slightly from getting into direct contact with someone else’s skin. Connor seems to take it as permission to plaster himself against him and even tucks his face into Allen’s neck. He hears a wet sniff, and instead of mentioning it and pushing the subject, he runs his hand through Connor’s hair and pats his back with another to offer him comfort, the repetitive movements lulling him into sleep quicker than he expects. Faintly he hears Connor breathing a small ‘thank you’ before pulling away and turning to hug the human’s arm.

The last thing Allen remembers before darkness claims him is kissing Connor’s forehead sleepily.

---

2042:

It took Allen a few months and a few more heart-to-hearts in their privacy of his home to get the whole story out of Connor, and by the time Connor’s fourth birthday rolls by, he realises that they’ve been dating for a bit more than a year. His sister once told him that he’s the type of boyfriend who will go all-out for his partner if he ever dates, and standing in front of the mirror trying to fix his tie, he finally realises how right she is.

He is distracted quickly, however, when he tries to fix his hair and finally notices that he still isn’t greying at all.

Shaking his head to clear his head - his boyfriend’s birthday is hardly a suitable time to have an existential crisis - he focuses on making himself immaculate for the date he arranged for Connor a month prior. The android let slip that he wanted a more traditional date, so even though Allen knows that Connor can’t eat human food, he picks a restaurant where thirium is also served so that they can both consume something before going back to Allen’s and actually celebrate with the sweetest words and the wildest sex. He just hopes that Connor likes his gift for this year which, when compared to the previous ones Allen has given him, seems insignificant and bland on the surface.

The logical part of his mind tells him that Connor isn’t a shallow person, but it doesn’t mean that the part that always feels disappointed in himself no matter what doesn’t have a say in the situation.

Their date is a quiet affair, Allen too jittery to have much of an appetite and Connor too occupied by people watching to talk to his boyfriend, and the frizziness of the glass of sparkling water he ordered for himself doesn’t help calm his nerves. He doesn’t know if Connor keeps track of his vitals or if the android cares, but by the time he’s done with his salad, he feels like he’s about to melt on spot from sheer pressure.

Calm the fuck down, Captain, he tells himself as he holds the glass and tries not to tap his nail against it. Just pretend that this is a new proposal. Proposal. Ha. Maybe not that quickly, you old man.

‘Having fun?’ he finally gathers enough courage to ask. This is their first line of dialogue in more than twenty minutes. ‘I hope you like this.’

Connor slowly takes a sip of his thirium. Then he reaches out, takes Allen’s hand in his own, rubs the human’s scarred knuckles. ‘I do. Exactly what I need, as always.’

Allen blushes. ‘It’s your birthday,’ he answers, and it falls lame even to his own ears. He clears his throat. ‘Speaking of,’ he reaches into his pocket with his free hand, takes out the key, and places it next to Connor’s hand, ‘happy birthday, Connor.’

The android doesn’t let go of his hand as he pulls the key closer towards himself. In Allen’s lowly opinion, the assortment of keychains - a tiny St Bernard sculpt, a heart-shaped charm made out of silver wires with a blue crystal suspended in the middle Allen might have spent hours perfecting, a hollow circle of iridescent metal - is more important visually than the key itself, but all he can think of right now is whether Connor understands the implication behind the gesture or not, and if he will accept Allen’s offer.

Connor gently rights the St Bernard keychain and pats its head with his finger. ‘Is this what I’m thinking of?’

Captain override, captain override. ‘A year ago, you came to me in the middle of the night for comfort. Since then, we’ve become more than colleagues, more than friends,’ he doesn’t realise how hard he is squeezing the android’s hand until he pauses. ‘You’ve moved most of your stuff to mine anyway so… I think we can make it official. Living together, I mean.’ When Connor doesn’t reply at all, he scrambles, ‘You told me that you never liked living in those Jericho-managed flats and it didn’t feel right to live at Anderson’s either after -’ he watches Connor’s expression closely - ‘after Sumo died so… yeah. I know it isn’t much of a present to invite you to live with me because you’re already doing it most of the time, but I think it’ll -’

‘Come here, silly human.’

Reaching across the table, the android cups the human’s cheeks and pulls him in for a quick kiss before releasing him and settling down in his seat. ‘Of course I will,’ he says, beaming. ‘We deserve it.’

‘“It?”’

‘Being together.’

Allen can’t help but giggle. Maybe he isn’t the only sappy one among them, after all. ‘That we are,’ he clangs his glass against Connor’s in a small toast. ‘That we are.’

---

2045:

Allen doesn’t even remember it’s going to be Connor’s birthday soon until it’s too late. Too busy recovering from a traumatic mission which resulted in the deaths of most of his team and his two right limbs, his life in the past few months consists of trying not to die by trying to stay awake, more physical therapy than a normal human should have but since he’s got top-of-the-line cybernetics in his body - whatever that means, he doesn’t feel any different apart from the fact that his new prosthetics don’t like obeying his head - it’s supposed to accelerate instead of hinder his recovery, and debating whether he should retire at the age of 50 and become a househusband worrying about his android husband’s safety every day he goes to work. On a good day he still looks 40, so he really isn’t sure if he really can’t return to his former duties after his right arm and leg finally listen to him. Maybe physically. Mentally, he’s just all over the place.

The ring hanging from a chain he wears around his neck is sometimes the only thing keeping him going.

He can’t help but groan as he hears someone barge into his room in what seems like early morning but is probably sometime closer to noon. He is still tired from the eight-hour physical therapy session yesterday, and his muscles are aching all over even after a bath and a full night’s sleep. The world can wait. ‘I assume you aren’t Connor,’ he lays his arm on his eyes and squeezes his right fist. Constant exercise. ‘I’ve got no therapy today, so please let me rest.’

‘Today is also the fifteenth of August, Allen,’ it is Nines’ voice who answers him. ‘Do you remember what date it is, or has your recovery forced you to devote most of your brainpower to keeping yourself afloat?’

It does feel like that sometimes, Allen wants to say, but for the sake of his future brother-in-law(ish), he wrecks his brain trying to remember what’s special about today. Oh shit. Oh fuck. Fucking mother of -

‘Shit!’

He scrambles to sit up just to forget that his right arm still isn’t quite in sync with the rest of his body and promptly bangs his forehead against the bars on the sides of the hospital bed, and though he’s grateful that Nines is immediately at his side helping him sit up properly, staying in bed is the last thing he wants to do; it’s Connor’s birthday, for fuck’s sake, and he’s going to get him something even if it means delaying his release from the hospital.

‘Hey, slow down,’ Nines pushes him onto the bed. ‘We have seven hours to get everything done.’

‘It took me a week to plan everything last year,’ Allen complains. Seven hours is not enough. ‘And why seven?’

‘The time now is ten in the morning and Connor will get off work at five. Including travel time, you’ll have roughly seven hours to think of something for his birthday - if you’re up to it. Your temporary discharge papers are ready; I have Connor’s permission to kidnap you out of the hospital.’

‘Hell yeah,’ Allen tries to cheer himself up. ‘Lead the way.’

Hours go by, and his enthusiasm is beaten down bit by bit as the sun changes angles and he realises that no matter what he does, nothing seems good enough. He thinks of getting a thirium cake, and he remembers that he already got one for Connor the year before and Connor didn’t even like it after the novelty wore out; he thinks of making something for his fiancé, and he remembers that his fingers aren’t the most coordinated things in the world right now; he thinks of taking Connor to dinner, and he remembers that all he can offer is crappy hospital food and thirium that the android probably doesn’t even need. He wants to cry but he’s too tired from being baked under the sun to do so, therefore all he can do as he waits for the traffic light to turn green is sit in his wheelchair and feel his eyes water.

‘You know Connor will be happy with whatever you can give, right?’ he knows Nines is trying to comfort him, but it’s never about Connor’s expectations, no; it’s always been about himself, his desire to give and show that he loves Connor, and now he can’t even do something special on a special day. ‘He’s looking forward to spending his time with you.’

‘In the fucking hospital? Save it,’ he doesn’t mean to snap at the android and instantly feels guilty about it. ‘I’m sorry. I just -’

I just want to do something special for him.

Nines is either ignoring him or has already forgiven him. Allen doesn’t know which one is worse. ‘I have a suggestion, if you may.’

He sighs. ‘Shoot.’

Instead of telling him directly, Nines brings him to the craft store and purchases a balloon in the shape of a thirium pouch. The shop helps them inflate it, and Nines ties it to one of the armrests so that it won’t float away while they go back to the hospital. ‘That’s it?’ Allen’s curiosity finally bubbles through when he’s greeted with the familiar scent of his hospital room. ‘A blood bag balloon?’

‘I can write a message on it if you want.’

Allen muses over the idea. He doesn’t think he has a lot to say, but it’s a birthday after all, and there are certain scripts that he can stick to when composing a message to Connor. ‘I’ll write it myself,’ he decides in the end. ‘Give me a marker, can you?’

‘Can you?’

‘Can I what?’

‘Write.’

‘It’s good practice.’

It is hard to hold a pen when your nerves aren’t listening to your brain. It’s hard to write. It’s even harder to write on a curved slippery surface. By the time Allen is done with ‘HAPPY,’ his prosthetic hand is smudged in ink and his right shoulder already needs a break, but he feels accomplished. It feels… doable.

‘Now do “birthday,”’ Nines orders.

Allen compares his current handwriting size to the space available to him. He shortens the word to ‘BDAY’ instead and adds his signature underneath afterwards, and he holds it in front of him so that he can examine his handiwork. Not as good as he expected, but that will have to make do given the time and resources. He just hopes that Connor likes it.

‘I’m sure my brother will like it,’ Nines reassures as if reading the human’s thoughts. ‘He loves you, after all. Now take a nap; you’ll want to be at full strength when he arrives.’

Allen falls asleep to the balloon drifting somewhere above his head. When he wakes up, Connor is there with him, playing with the edge of the balloon while staring at the human’s handwriting as if it’s the most precious thing in the world. He’s still tired physically, but his heart soars with the knowledge that his gift is well-received.

The fact that the balloon later has a place on the wall of their house after it’s deflated makes him happy.

---

2055:

For Connor’s seventeenth birthday, he books himself a full-body biocomponent replacement appointment. ‘You told me to treat myself,’ he said to Allen when the human asked him why he picked that day to do so. ‘So I’m treating myself.’

‘By replacing your organs?’

Connor propped himself in Allen’s lap and kissed him. Hard. ‘So that we can have an eternity together, dumb human.’

Allen didn’t bother correcting him that he’s more bot than human now, his cybernetics having taken over much of his biological functions to make him essentially immortal, but it was nice to pretend once in a while, and now that he is witnessing Connor being prepped for an android equivalent of full-body organ replacement surgery. If everything goes well, they’ll have the entire evening to themselves to get used to and explore Connor’s new biocomponents, but if it doesn’t…

Guess they’ll have to delay the celebrations to the day after. That’s all.

‘Anything you want to say to each other before we put him under?’ the tech asks.

Allen moves closer to Connor’s bed so that he can hold his hand. ‘I’ll be waiting outside,’ he tells Connor. ‘Just shoot me a message if you’ve got something to say.’

Sure thing, Connor replies directly through an interface, and it’s something Allen is still getting used to. Or I can just do this.

‘Whatever suits you.’

They dare not waste what precious time they have, so Allen leaves after kissing Connor one last time before the start of the procedure. Spending half a day watching his husband’s biocomponents being ripped out carefully and replaced with new ones and his thirium being completely replaced with fresh ones isn’t exactly what he has in mind, but nonetheless he’s glad that he is here today.

It means they’ll have an eternity together.

~~~

21??:

Not today, dumb human.

Allen lowers his hand back to his side and focuses inward so that he can talk to Connor better. Since Connor’s consciousness was uploaded to his brain as a last-ditch effort to save his soul, they’ve shared the same body ever since, and while they can retreat to their shared headspace to do whatever they want, Allen still has a physical body to maintain, there is so much to explore now that humanity is no longer bound to a floating rock called earth, and the two of them frequently goes out with either one of them handling the body and the other riding along and see the world through the same pair of eyes. Right now Allen is in control of the body, and it only takes a glance at the calendar to remember that today is Connor’s birthday.

Or at least, it used to be.

We picked a new birthday, remember? The day we merged? We don’t even use the same calendar anymore.

Allen has to pause and think. Right. He shrugs, goes to the other section of the store to pick out something for Connor anyway because he’s set on spoiling his soulmate anyway, birthday or no. It's also a good day to remember where they came from.

Who knows this will be our destiny? Connor chuckles, and Allen finds the corners of his mouth tugging upwards as well. Separate but also as one. When we met in that penthouse.

Allen pays for the things and exits the store. The world ahead curves upwards, the sky a flat but realistic projection of what a morning sky should be on earth. An artificial breeze brushes his face, and it smells like flowers, like the purified rain that will no doubt sweep across where they are standing soon.

It’s unexpected, he admits, but I’m glad that it went down this way.

Me too, Allen.

Connor wraps his consciousness around Allen’s like the perfect blanket, weighing just enough to give him a sense of safety and keeping him warm but not suffocating. The fifteenth of August may not be Connor’s birthday anymore, but it’s a day Allen will remember for a lifetime, an eternity. A habit that he will never break even though the original date is already lost in the river of history. It makes them happy.

And it’s all that matters.

[surveys-at-your-service]

Survey #286

“has he lost his mind? can he see or is he blind? can he walk at all, or if he moves, will he fall?”

Do you prefer having carpets or hardwood floors? Hardwood floors. Easier to clean and just looks better imo. When was the last time you took a bath? Is this something you do often or do you prefer taking showers? Not since I was a kid, probably. I don't like baths; it feels dirty. What’s your favorite way to style your hair? Do you do this hairstyle often or is it too much hassle for you? "I can’t style it any way." <<<< Mine is too short, too. Do you have a real or artificial tree at Christmas? We always use artificial. The mess isn't worth it. What’s your favourite snack to make when you watch a movie? Popcorn, of course. Do you prefer the Beatles or the Rolling Stones? The Rolling Stones. The only Beatles' song off the top of my head that I enjoy is "Hey, Jude," while there's a handful of Stones' songs I like. When was the last time you played a game of Monopoly? Did you play until the end or did everyone get fed up and start arguing? I'm pretty sure the last time was the PlayStation version at Jason's house. I don't recall if we finished it or not. Have you ever won money on a scratch card or the lottery? How much did you win and what did you spend it on? Maybe like, $10 or so? Mom or Dad would buy one for the hell of it rarely, and they always let us kids scratch it off because we thought it was fun for whatever reason. Have you been on a plane before? Where was the last place you travelled to? Yeah, multiple times. I went to Illinois last to stay with Sara for a couple weeks. Would you rather do a wordsearch or a crossword? Wordsearch. What’s your favorite colour of skittles? Red, duh. I always save those for last. Do you have a favorite TV detective (eg. Sherlock, Poirot)? What is it that you like about them? Does Dean Winchester count? I loved him when I was into Supernatural. He was so charismatic, funny, a wonderful big brother, and don't forget hot as fuck lmao. Were you ever in any positions of responsibility when you were in school? No. Do you need to wear glasses or contacts? How long have you needed to wear those for? I'd had glasses since high school. I'm blind as a mf. Do you talk in your sleep? Yes. Ocean or pool? Pool. Cleaner and less risk. I'll swim in either, though. What's your favorite song at the moment? "DEGRADE" by "3TEETH." I've been hooked on them lately. Ever met anyone famous? No. Do you feel that you've had a truly successful life? *blinks* Have you been in love? Absolutely. Where do you wish you were? Sara's would be great. Last thing you spent lots of money on? My Markiplier tattoo. Favorite restaurant? Olive Garden. What is your favorite kind of car? I really dunno. I don't know almost any car by name. I like slick-looking ones, though. AKA expensive ones lmao. What would you honestly do if you had a million dollars? Pay off a lot of things, first of all. For both myself and Mom. I know too well I'd spend a good deal on tats, but I'm quite sure I'd be disciplined enough to know what's more important. Are you more of a shy or outgoing person? I am VERY shy. Would you rather listen to new music or the classics? I tend to listen to music I already know. I go hunting for new bands and songs too rarely... Can you do a cartwheel? lol hell no Do you currently feel any sadness? I always do. Do you always respond to chain letters? I literally never do. I don't care what it's about. They're annoying. Do you spend too much time online? My life is online. It's depressing, and very. I usually don't know what to do with myself if I don't have access to it. What is your biggest annoyance? Right now, people not complying to COVID restrictions to help end this madness. Are you currently in a relationship? No. What do you like to do for fun? Watch YouTube, play WoW, write, read, take pictures... Not a lot. I've been stuck with anhedonia for years; not a lot of things give me any sort of pleasure, even the aforementioned things sometimes. Can you type without looking at the keyboard? Yeah. Do you ever feel like people use you? I've sure as shit felt it before. What role does religion play in your life? None. It's honestly a place of bitterness. Can you sleep with your eyes open? Noooooooo, that shit creeps me out. How often (if ever) do you use moisturiser? Pretty much never... but I need to considering my skin is dry as the Sahara. Have you had any of your wisdom teeth removed? What was the reason? (eg. infection, impaction, lack of space). No. What was the reason for your last hospital visit? I visited Mom after her surgery. Do you use a laptop, desktop, tablet or phone to take your surveys? Laptop. Do you have any debt? If so, are you on top of paying it all back? College debt, for sure. I dropped out three different times. No, I'm nowhere near on top of it. How often do you travel by public transport? Never. Do you have an Instagram account? If so, how often do you post on there and what kind of things do you post? I have three, haha. I don't post on any regularly enough... but I use my first one most. My "main" one is my primary photography one, and I have a second photography account for my darker/roadkill/"vulture culture" work. Lastly I made one for my pets... yes, I decided to be one of those people lmao. Are you close to your extended family? Do you wish you were closer? Definitely not, but we want to try to get closer. In Grammy's last days, she shared that she wished we were more "together" so much. Do you prefer to give your pets human names or not? Definitely not human names, at least usually. Have you ever used a fire extinguisher? Would you know how to use one without reading the instructions? No; I doubt it. What’s the worst thing you’ve ever had to deal with at your job? When I worked, impatient customers. What was the last thing you used your mobile phone for? Listening to music. While my laptop is kaput, I'm using an old one, but it's super slow so I'm just using my phone for music and videos. Did you used to play The Sims? What version or expansion pack was your favorite one to play? I loved the animals one; I went through a period of playing that a loooot. There was also an African wildlife one that I had, but that one was pretty boring, honestly. I never got into the human ones. What quality do you value most highly in others? Probably compassion. Who has made the biggest sacrifice for you? Mom. What was your best find from a flea market, garage sale, ebay or thrift? I got an AWESOME shipwreck w/ a sea serpent nightlight from the flea market once. What is one selfish thing you tend to do? Uhhhh I'm unsure. I try not to be selfish. Have you ever written a letter to a soldier? No, but man does this make me think of "Travelin' Soldier." I love that song so much, man. Always have. What do you use batteries for the most often? Ha, it used to be my mouse, but now that I have one that plugs up to the computer to charge, idk. What’s the smallest thing you’ve ended a relationship over? "I don’t think I’ve ended any kind of relationship over something small." <<<< Would you rather order a starter (appetiser) or a dessert? Or would you be able to manage a full three courses? It really depends on what I want and how hungry I am. If I had the first two though, I almost certainly couldn't handle a dessert. Have you or a member of your family been diagnosed with COVID yet? My older sister had it very badly to the point she wound up in the ER. It's no fucking joke. Aside from the necessities (eating, breathing etc.) what is something you do every single day, without fail? I was going to say “get on the computer” or something of the sort, but what if I don’t have access to technology that day for whatever reason? In that case, I’d think of Jason to some point. There isn’t a day that passes when he’s not lurking in my head somewhere. Is there anything you enjoy that’s considered childish for your age? What is it? Roleplaying. Some shows. I’m sure there’s plenty others. How many times a day do you use the bathroom? A LOT. If I’m drinking something, a lot of the time, I almost immediately have to go pee after a single sip. Do you need caffeine to wake up in the morning? What’s your drink of choice? I wouldn’t say I NEED it, no. I do regularly have my Mountain Dew in the morning in place of coffee tho lmao. That’s out of habit, though. Do you live somewhere with lots of livestock or wild animals? Livestock, absolutely. Wild animals, sure, so long you’re not right in a city. Well, even then, roadkill isn’t rare. Would you rather live somewhere rural or urban? RURAL. Mom and I are both having trouble adjusting to living in the suburbs. The only good thing is we’re closer to everything. Is there anything (a hobby, for example) that’s guaranteed to always make you feel better when you’ve had a bad day? Not absolutely without fail. If you’re struggling with your mental health, who are you most likely to open up to, or would you bottle it up instead? I VERY rarely bottle it up. That is so unhealthy. I confide in my mom, usually. What room of your house do you spend the most time in? Is this through choice or necessity? Ugh, my bedroom… but yeah, it’s choice. I COULD be in the kitchen or living room on the laptop, I just don’t want to for privacy’s sake. I’m waiting for the extra bedroom to be cleaned out to turn that into like my “dayroom” or “office.” I’m putting a desk in there, lots of motivational stuff, just things to inspire me to work. I NEED away from my bed. I only want to use it to sleep. If you have pets, do you snuggle with them when you’re having a bad time? Does it make you feel better? Well, it’s hard to “snuggle” with a snake, but I’ll still take her out sometimes and she gets comfortable against me for warmth. I do however definitely snuggle with my cat Roman, because he’s a total cuddlebug and super affectionate with me. How would you rate Stephen King as a writer? Shockingly, I haven’t read a novel by him. However, knowing stories he’s written and his genre, I think I’d absolutely love him. What movie are you looking forward to? Oh goodness, I have no idea. I’m totally out of touch with movies. Have you been to see an opera? No, they don’t appeal to me. What do you wish that you knew with more certainty? My career success. Of the following things, which would you most like to have more of? Drink, dreams, bed, drugs, lust, lies, hate, love, fear, fun, pain, flesh, stars, smiles, fame, sex: Love, of course. Would you ever consider working for the government? Absolutely not. What are the best and worst television channels? I don’t need to even watch television to tell you Discovery is best. Idk about worst. If you had a magical pencil and everything you drew became real what would you draw? Hm… if I drew like, Earth overlayed with a peace symbol, would that cause world peace? What would you like to touch? A wild (well, habituated) meerkat. Meerkats are just… so important in my life. Without them, I wouldn’t have met people who’ve greatly affected and even changed my life. I know the day I (hopefully) hold or pet one will be one where I cry. Does anything you own glow in the dark? I don’t know. Would you rather ride a dragon or a unicorn? Who the hell would answer “unicorn” to this???? Dragons are so so so superior. Can you make a balloon animal? No. How many glasses of water do you drink each day? Rarely more than two, if even that. What do you like in a poem, accessibility, crypticness, or something in between? I guess of these options, leaving some cryptic space, room for the reader to imagine. What I cherish most in poetry though is descriptiveness, but not to an excessive point where it’s just hard to understand. Who do you find yourself in constant conflict with? Why the conflict? MYSELF. I’m just so mad at and disappointed with myself. What subjects do you refuse to talk about? Why are you hiding from them? I mean, none, really. With some people I’m willing to talk about whatever topic. Greatest black and white film: Idk, I can’t recall enough. Greatest film three hours or longer: Troy. I adore that movie. I should watch it again…

[seven-oomen]

Hi, Ben!  Hope you had a good day, and are finally getting some rest!  So, did you know there are sites that let you design your own ugly Christmas sweaters?  May I present the one that Peter’s husbands get him for a party?  Except then the jokes on them because he won’t stop wearing it EVERYWHERE (at least I hope the image shows?  It saved in a different format on the site I used for this.)  Also, if you were ever to actually make a shirt of it, I would suggest an image from the reaction GIF you used for the alignment/meta anon.  Because, my god, that smirk.  XD  (Also, they are totally right.  And it is hilarious to me that the two officers of the law are firmly [and accurately] on the neutral side of that axis.  XD )

And I’m still screaming over that latest preview.  He just wants cuddles and ear scritches, Noah!  The saliva will dry, he’s just showing his appreciation for your support.  XD  And oh, yeah I knew he would eventually get better, it was more me trying to decide how quickly I was hoping for it to happen.  My “I want it asap because I hate seeing them in pain” side was warring with my “but nightmare creature cuddles would be adorbs, tho?” side (and they are).  :D  Also, terrible thought brought on by working at my job too long: since I don’t think that form has a tail like a wolf (I don’t really remember noticing one, at least?), do you think that since he can’t wag, he starts doing the wiggle-butt thing like boxers and pits tend to do?  (sorry, the thought occurred to me and I couldn’t make it stop.  XD )

Also, how dare you put the image of Noah and Chris cuddling in the window seat watching the snow fall while the listen to Peter singing ‘Hallelujah’ as he finishes the dishes, in my head?  Or them sitting at the table having coffee and joining him for the choruses?  Or Chris singing along with Tony Bennett or Harry Connick Jr on the local Christmas station?  Or Noah singing along with Chris Cornell’s version of Ave Maria (or doing a damn good impression at least [song is available on Spotify, btw, if you’ve not heard it])?  My body was not meant to hold this level of feral screaming, dude.  XD

For the undecided alignment (that don’t involve spoilers), I would vote LN for Danny and CG for John.  No specific reasons, that’s just what feels right at the moment.  And I’m curious if Noah and the kids have been in the vault at all, because Malia would be able to access it.

And, yes, I am all for mutual body positivity support among the boys.  I remember watching some BTS thing a few years back, and Linden said something about how everyone was “running around without their shirts on, and I just feel kinda old and jiggly”, and my very first thought was “Oh, please.  You may not be I’ve-had-nothing-but-chicken-for-a-week-and-haven’t-had-liquids-in-three-days ripped like the other guys, but in no way will you ever convince me you are actually out of shape in the slightest."  Also, I’m just picturing a scene where Noah accidentally(/on purpose…?) looms over Chris, who just has this moment of "oh, yeah, that’s right, you’re tall now” immediately followed by “well, I am learning a number of new things about myself right now"  XD  On a related note, how do you think he feels about dip kisses after realizing this?  Although, I do hope Noah does not sweep Chris off his feet in quite the same way Chris keeps doing to him.  XD

On an unrelated note, that post about Artoo and Luke about killed me dead.  XD  Artoo’s propensity for shenanigans and Luke’s pervading issues with impulse control is just a complete recipe for hilarious disaster and total ride-or-die besties.  It also reminded me of the post about how Rogue One leads into New Hope and Leia straight up lying right to her dad’s face.  Which, while hysterical, also makes me think about how many posts I see about how Leia is very much her father’s daughter, but almost never see any that point out how much Luke is his mother’s son.  I just have a LOT OF FEELINGS about this, okay?  But I will contain that rant.  XD  (Star Wars has been an on-again-off-again love for me since I was 9.  It’s pretty much a guaranteed way to get an emotional response out of me.  XD )

And I’m glad Mo doesn’t bother the tree or anything, though the box thing is pretty funny.  But he does seem to have that very cat-like tendency to want to completely block you from accessing the keyboard or pin you in place because he’s laying on you and you don’t want to disturb him, so I think he’s catting just fine.  XD  I mean, I have some friends who one of their cats is immune to scruffing (the downside of this is that he’s also almost completely feral still [he was a stray that stayed], and at one point he got a UTI and needed antibiotics.  I’m pretty sure my friend had to get like a falconing glove or something to get his pills in him.  XD )

That America being huge vs Europe being old thing also made me laugh because there was the section about the "long bus ride” that was like two hours, and all I could think about was how often we drove four hours both ways to visit my grandparents, and how in high school we took a trip to Canada, and I don’t remember the exact length of the bus ride up, but I know it was between twenty-three and twenty-eight hours.

And I hope you’re enjoying the Spiderman game, or will when you get to it!  As best I recall, everyone I know who has played it has had nothing but good things to say about it.  And wow, I’m rambling again.  Oh well.  Anyway, hope you’re doing well, and sending lots of good energy for finishing the chapter to your satisfaction (I know the readers certainly don’t mind the longer chapters.  :D )  Take care!  *Hugs!*

Oh my god I am absolutely in love with that sweater. Why is this not a thing XD 

And yeah, they definitely gift Peter a sweater like that, lbr. No other way about it. It definitely backfires when Peter wears it every single year and to everywhere. Including PT meetings and the parent/school board meetings? I forgot the American word for it, in Dutch we call it ouderraad. I know we talked about them before where Peter starts a war with the ‘Karen’ and completely wrecks her. And how all the other moms fall in love with the three DILFS.

But yeah, wears it everywhere and every year XD. 

Noah’s deputies, including Jordan, have definitely snapped pictures and post them on every computer desktop in the station. Including pictures of Noah’s reaction faces of that sweater.

Because you cannot convince me, that a bunch of cops, would not be dicks about this.

Chris is infinitely grateful that he does not have coworkers like that.

And god that is rather good smirk to go with that line XD. And yeah I guess it is funny. But it’s also true and that’s wow... XD 

I did a character alignment test for Peter and came out on CN so that is what I’m going to stick with in any itteration for him. 

As for the wiggle butt thing, he does not have a tail and I already had a very lengthy inner discussion with myself before getting this ask and I can tell you, he does wiggle butt like a boxer in this form. Imagine a fucking beast like that just wiggle butting with happiness. The image is so bizarre that I had to include it in the full moon chapter.

Chris is definitely learning a number of things about himself when he figures out Noah can now loom over him and press him against walls. Also Chris has a thing for being bound or pressed against objects and when Noah figures that one out, well, let’s say Peter certainly doesn’t mind watching those moments.

There’s also a revelation when Chris says; I can easily get out of these handcuffs and Noah translates it too; Good, that means that as long as you don’t try to, you’re consenting to whatever I’m doing to you. Deal? To which Chris, enthusiastically agrees. It’s a very fun game. Peter disagrees because they tend to lock him out during the games with some ash, although he is invited back in after they’re done and then the attention of two Omegas is fully on him. So I suppose he doesn’t mind too much.

Something that is both funny and sweet though is that through Ben, Noah discovers how much he misses having little kids running around. And he has a few moments of; oh god I want another kid realizations in this chapter.

Of course, considering their situation this isn’t the time and Noah more than realizes that. But it gets conversations about the future going for all three of them.

Oh and to answer your question, Malia has not been to the vault, but she and her siblings will get to see it. If that’s with dad or with Derek I haven’t decided yet. But they will end up at the vault in this story. Gotta get Peter’s necklace back.

So far I’ve had a bit of a rough day but by answering this and focusing on headcanons, and that freaking sweater!!!!, I feel a bit better. So thank you my friend, this helped me a lot <3. 

And I agree, Leia is just like her father but Luke is all Padme and people don’t talk about that enough. <3

Lots of Love from me and Mo!

[the-beastslayers-queen]

A Dangerous Game: Chapter 2

Chapter 2 as promised. Tagging: @queenofthearchitect @biforbecky2belts @writtingrose and @mrsambroserollinsacklesmgk If anyone wishes to be added to the taglist for this beauty, hit my inbox or chat.

I was left alone at the bar of the club, Seth having not returned since he left. I was sipping on my cocktail, glancing down at the napkin he gave me. I sighed and tucked it into my purse before working on finishing my drink so I could order another one. I was going to get drunk tonight. I mean, I never asked to be set up with McIntyre and I wasn’t looking forward to what was coming for me. With meeting Seth, I saw that this marriage is not right for me.

“There ye are,” I turned to find Becky coming up to stand next to me, “Finn and Drew asked me to look after ye while ye have some drinks.”

“Oh so Drew can make sure I don’t get wooed by someone else and break off everything,” I replied with heavy sarcasm, “He doesn’t need to worry about me. He just met me and I doubt he’d care if I let loose and get tipsy tonight.”

Seth

I finally made it over to the VIP section where my “dad” was sitting with Bayley, Charlotte, and Paige close by. Sasha stood close by with Ruby, Liv, and Sarah on watch over the girls. At the closest emergency exit Mandy and Sonya stood watch. Dean, Roman, and I circled around to stand behind Hunter, our adoptive father.

“Finn,” Hunter stood up and reached over to shake hands with the shorter Irishman as he came walking up with two guards on his flank, “Thanks for meeting with us. I’m sure your sister is pleased to be matched with McIntyre and I’m honored to be here at the engagement party you’re hosting for her.”

“Hunter,” Finn’s accent was very thick as he greeted Hunter, “I know that alignin myself with McIntyre ruffled yer feathers a little and I wanted to make sure we stay on good terms.”

“I’m sure you do,” Hunter sat back down as Finn sat across from him, “Now I know you are looking for a bride for yourself. I have daughters I am willing to match you with. So pick your bride.”

“I was hoping to have Bayley as my bride,” he replied, “But I am not inna rush to put a ring on her finger. Wit’ your blessing, I’d like to get know all of the daughters ye have to offer for me and get a chance to know t’em before I make my choice.”

“That’s fair,” Hunter nodded, “I’ll allow it. I’m sure my girls will be alright with that. Right girls?”

“Yes dad,” Bayley replied first.

“Yeah sure,” Paige added second.

“Well of course Hunter,” Charlotte replied, “But you’ll also have to meet my dad, Ric, too Finn.”

“I am at yer mercy, lasses,” Finn smiled at my sisters, certainly charming the trio, “Now if ye’ll excuse me, I need to go find my sister. I’ll be in touch.”

With that last remark, Finn left the VIP section and went in the direction of the bar. I went over the couch he was previously sat and took a seat. I had my doubts about this. I had to.

My role in The Authority as The Architect meant I was the go-to hacker for the family business. I had to protect our assets on the internet. I also served as an enforcer with my two brothers, Dean and Roman, as The Shield. We’re tasked with being top security for Hunter whenever he has to go out to conduct family business. Between the three of us, I’m the most level-headed under pressure. I also have the best control on my temper. But the moment you piss me off, I will not hesitate to put a couple bullets into you. Hunter won’t confess it, but I’m his favorite among the three of us because of my talents behind a keyboard for creating my two most famous programs. My first is able to wipe out your bank account and record of your existence from the internet without leaving a trace, which I nicknamed Oracle. My second is a defensive program that will stop any foreign programs that try to get into our servers to steal our money or secrets, which is called Cerberus. I am also the only one with access to either program so I made sure I was too valuable to be disposed of.

“So are we going to maintain alliance with Bálor Club,” I asked Hunter, “Or do I need to send the word out to stay on guard if they decide to start a war with us with McIntyre backing them?”

“We’re going to keep things as they are,” Hunter warned me, “We’re not going to encourage them to start a war after all the help they gave us a couple years ago. For now, we’ll play this out and see if Finn is going to follow through on making our partnership more solid with a marriage to one of your sisters. If McIntyre starts anything, we’ll see if Finn is willing to consider a new match for his sister.”

“Who would you match up with her,” I asked.

“More than likely I’d match up Cesaro or Roman to the girl,” he replied, “As for you, Seth, I’m not ready to match you up with anyone for the sake of an alliance. I’d rather have you find a girl of your own outside the business. Maybe eventually get out of the business.”

“Anyway,” I stood up from my seat, “I’m going to go outside, maybe get a cab home. I’ll see you in the morning for the meeting with the rest of the family.”

I walked out of the club, happy to now be able to hear myself think. As I came out I looked over to find Cat leaning against the wall of the club, typing away on an iPad. I smirked to myself and decided to go talk to her again.

Cat

“What are you done partying already,” Seth smirked as he leaned on the wall next to her, “What are you working on?”

“Just fine tuning a program I’ve been working on,” I replied as I put away my iPad, “I’m not done partying, but I’m heading out to a different bar that is more my speed. You are welcome to join me, if you’d like. After all, you still owe me a couple rounds since we were interrupted earlier.”

“Alright you got me there,” Seth chuckled as he got out his phone, “I’ll get us a cab and you can tell the driver where we’re going.”

“Okay, you can tag along,” I agreed, “But just stick close to me when we get to where we’re going. It’s going to be in a rough neighborhood.”

Seth and I waited for the cab he called to come pick us up. I talked about how growing up in Ireland and the US and he was intrigued by the fact that I’m self-taught in programing and electrical engineering despite majoring in criminal psychology and minoring in accounting. Once the cab finally arrived I climbed in first and gave the cabbie the address of where we were going before Seth could get in and hear where we were going.

“So I don’t get to know where we’re going,” he asked as the cab pulled away from Bullet Club and started heading out of the nice neighborhood we were in.

“Nope,” I replied with emphasis on the “p.”

“Since I’m not knowing where we’re going,” Seth started, “Can I get your number since you have mine?”

“Sure,” I replied as I held out my hand, “Hand me your phone and I’ll add it to your contacts.”

Seth dug his phone out of his back pocket of his jeans and unlocked it before putting it in my hand. I looked down at his phone and saw the background of his home screen was of him and a really pretty girl draped on his arm.

“Is this you and your girlfriend,” I asked him as I opened his contacts.

“My ex actually,” he replied sadly, “I haven’t gotten around to changing it yet. We were going to get married.”

“What happened,” I asked him, hoping I wasn’t hurting him with asking about her.

“She found out about what I did for a living and left me,” he replied, “She didn’t want to be involved in what I did and called it quits.”

“That’s a bummer,” I sighed and grabbed his hand, “I’m sorry she left you. Surely you’ll find ‘the one’ again.”

“Maybe,” he sighed and looked down at our hands, “For now, I just want to go out with you to this surprise place and have a few drinks.”

When we finally pulled up to our stop, Seth paid the cabbie for the fare and climbed out of the cab. He turned around and helped me out of the cab and I led the way inside of my favorite place, The Coup De Grace. I smiled as I saw my favorite member of the Club, Tama Tonga, helping out the bartenders behind the bar. He draped his hand towel over his shoulder and smiled at me as he saw me come in.

“If it isn’t my favorite patron,” Tama laughed as he came around the bar to give me a big old bear hug, “And you brought a date, how cute.”

“Tama,” I smiled and hugged him, “This is Seth.”

“So I take it your brother has no idea you snuck away from your party,” he asked as he led us over to the bar.

“You know for a fact that this old place is more my speed than Bullet Club is,” I told him as I sat down with Seth at the bar, “Besides, I like seeing my favorite Tongan.”

“You’re damn right I’m your favorite,” Tama laughed as he got a glass out from under the bar, “Do you want your usual tonight or do you want me to surprise you.”

“I’ll take my usual,” I replied, “What’s your poison, Seth?”

“I’ll have a whiskey straight on the rocks,” he replied, “If that’s cool with you Tama.”

“You got it brother,” Tama got to work on my drink and on Seth’s whiskey.

“So I got to ask how the hell you found this place,” Seth asked, turning towards me.

“Find it,” I chuckled at his question, “I run the joint. This is basically my bar. I just happen to own it with my brother. He also owns the Bullet Club.”

“Well who’s your brother,” he asked.

“Seth Rollins,” I placed my hand on my chest as Tama placed my drink down in front of me, “You are just full of questions. How about I ask about you first. Maybe the next time we have drinks I’ll answer your question.”

“Then ask away,” he replied before taking a sip of his whiskey.

“So I have to ask you,” I thought it over for a minute, “What do you do for a living your fiancé left you?”

“I’m the IT guy for The Authority,” he replied, “I also keep tabs on the money. I’m Hunters youngest adopted son. I’m also an enforcer and I primarily serve as a guard for Hunter when he’s out on business. I sometimes tag along with my brothers as part of the Shield to be the muscle for Hunter.”

“I can see why she wouldn’t want to mixed up with you,” I took another sip of my drink, “Have you killed anyone.”

“I haven’t yet,” he replied, “But I’ve had to erase people that were taken out by my brothers though. Dean and Roman are more than willing to pull the trigger than I am.”

“I can admire a man with a disciplined trigger finger,” I placed my hand over his, “And I can admire a guy I can talk code and algorithms with.”

“I will not trade secrets with you though Cat,” he replied, “I’m not letting anyone figure out how to trick Cerberus, my defensive program I built for The Authority. That is my pride and joy and I will die before I share its code.”

“That’s fair,” I replied, “I would never ask for the code to the programs you use for The Authority. If I ask about code, it would be suggestions to help me bolster the strength of my programs or to help me build new programs.”

“Now making new programs would be fun,” Seth replied as he finished his drink, “I think I should head home for the night. I’ll text you when I get home. Please text me when you get home, Cat. Maybe we can do this again sometime. I think I’m going to have to hit you up for more drinks. Maybe dinner sometime too.”

“Have a good night, Seth,” I walked him outside and waited until his cab came to pick him up. Once he was on his way, I went back in to continue talking to Tama.

“So does he know about you being in the Club and engaged to McIntyre,” Tama asked as he cleaned some glasses.

“Not yet,” I replied as I continued drinking, “And he doesn’t need to know that yet. I don’t want to push him away yet. I don’t even think I’m going to push him away. He’s charming and we have a lot in common.”

“You are playing with fire, homegirl,” Tama warned, “If Finn or McIntyre find out you’re playing around with Seth, it could start a war.”

“Then I’ll be careful,” I replied, “You forget I can create alibis without breaking a sweat. I’m one of the best hackers in the city.”

“Uh hun,” Tama hummed, “The instant this blows up in your face, don’t come crying to me when Finn kicks your ass for starting a war between us and The Authority and Clan McIntyre.”

[midnightsramblings]

OCtober Day 10: Memes

Universe: Canon Storyverse

Rating: G

Warnings: None

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Casey wasn’t exactly sure where it had all started, though given the circumstances he knew Alec was probably to blame.  Ever since Lucian’s attack on the bar, both Alec and Sieti had been living at the sealed cottage, safe from the puppet master’s influence.  Sure it had been a little… tense knowing his boyfriend and the child they’d adopted were living with an eldritch immortal who he barely knew.  One who had once hunted humans for sport.  But Casey didn’t know what weirded him out more, the fact that all of them seemed to get along so well, or that Alec had slowly been teaching Veralith about modern media.

It wasn’t just modern books, Veralith had plenty of those.  To say their library was extensive was honestly an understatement.  Two of the largest rooms in the cottage were taken up by bookshelves, with even more stacked around the chairs and tables.  Casey had once walked in on a very heated discussion about whether or not this one set of characters were the true villains of a book series and decided it was better to turn around and walk back out.  There were some things even he didn’t get in the middle of.

No it wasn’t just books that Alec had introduced Veralith to.  The half-fae had decided, somewhere along the line, that since the immortal couldn’t go out into the world, he’d introduce them to the fantasy world of video games.

There was nothing stranger than walking into the living room to see a centuries old immortal running around Skyrim as a khajiit.  Even if it was because Sieti insisted Veralith play as the cat like race, it was still weird.

The worst of it all was Alec introducing Veralith to the internet though.  How the sealed cottage in the middle of nowhere even got internet was strange enough on its own.  But seeing Veralith take so quickly to the technology was just bizarre.  Casey had worked with the Sentry on multiple jobs with the Web over the years, he knew how bad that immortal was with technology.  The Sentry still had trouble figuring out how to operate one of the old rotary phones, and he hadn’t been sealed in a lifeless realm for the better half of a couple centuries.

Honestly Casey was starting to be very glad that Veralith didn’t have access to the modern world while in their murderous state.

Yet even knowing that Veralith had access to the internet and everything on it didn’t prepare Casey for the morning he came home from another fruitless hunt for Lucian.  He stumbled into the kitchen, brain only half functioning as he searched for the coffee.  As much as he would love to sleep, he knew Thema would be expecting a report and there was no way he’d be able to write one without falling asleep on his keyboard in this state.

“You’ve seen better days.”

Casey jumped, nearly dropping his coffee mug before whirling to find Veralith sitting at the kitchen table.  “Is there a reason you’re sulking in the dark?”

Rather than answering, they simply took a sip out of their own mug.  “How did it go?  Your hunt?”

The assassin let out a soft groan as he turned back to making coffee.  “Fucking useless as always.  I’ve checked everywhere I can think of as to where the bastard could be hiding.  It’s like he’s vanished into thin air.

“Yeeted himself into the unknown then?”  Veralith’s face remained perfectly neutral, though for a second Casey though he saw a hint of mischief in their eyes.

Casey paused, brain trying to catch up to the fact that the eldritch being that was his current roommate had just said ‘yeet’.  “Run that by me again.”

Veralith took a long sip of their drink, keeping their gaze locked with Casey’s.  “You heard me.”

[baneismydragon]

How about #2 or #19 (whichever inspires you more) for marichat. I miss your particular flare with those two.

This was SUPPOSED to be a short drabble… but its ok because @ktwesterna has been one of the most supportive and wonderful followers I have been blessed to have! Enjoy your Marichat #19 clocking in at just under 2k words lol.

Marinette had expected many things when she had come up with what was now jokingly referred to as the ‘best friend bonding compromise’. With her identity revealed she knew it would change the dynamic between herself and her partner. Chat had never been all that invested in the secrecy between the two of them, and it was honestly a miracle she had managed to stop him before he had detransformed himself after his first visit after the akuma that exposed her own secret. She had assumed that he would push for an end to his own hidden identity, (he had), that he would want for them to spend more time together outside of protecting Paris, (he did), and that he wouldn’t take no for an answer if she didn’t come up with some way to pacify his desire for them to become closer in light of this revelation. Which is why she was now constantly on the receiving end visits from her black clad companion.

She didn’t mind. In fact, she actually rather enjoyed getting visits from her partner. He was good company, enjoyed a lot of the same things that she did, was a good sport about losing at video games, and was surprisingly useful as a study partner. And again she had expected it.

What she hadn’t expected was how much less flamboyant he was in this new, more domestic setting. He was more often than not perfectly content to curl up and nap or read a book whenever she wanted to work on a project. He was unexpectedly thoughtful and sensitive. Not that she had ever thought that Chat Noir wasn’t kind, but she would not have expected him to be the sort to consistently tidy up after himself much less her as well. In the past month she was fairly certain that he had actually made up her bed more often than she had.

But more than anything, she hadn’t expected him to be quiet.

“What are you reading?”

Marinette shrieked, desperately reaching to close the tab on her computer but instead managing to tilt her chair too far forward and crashing to the ground. 

She had all but forgotten that he was in the room. Last she had looked he had been crashed out on her bed, not hovering over her shoulder as he was now. 

“Nothing!” she cried from the floor. “It’s nothing, you should-”

“Is this fanfiction?” Chat said delightedly, stepping in front of her so that he could read the screen as she struggled to get to her feet.

“I just clicked on it because I was curious to see what it was!”

“So you opened chapter 17?” he grinned, holding her back with one arm as he leaned in and began reading.

This was bad. This was so bad.

She tried to reach past him and grab the mouse but she knew it was too late. She could feel his body tense as he realized what was on the screen, his tail and ears twitching as his mouth fell open in shock.

“My Lady…”

“It’s not what you think!”

“Is this…”

“I was reading it for academic purposes!”

“Is this LADRIEN fanfiction?”

Of course he knew what it was. He was the one who had introduced her to “Ladybug” fanfiction in the first place. He thought the entire thing was hilarious. More than once he had regaled her with admittedly hilarious retellings of some of the more wild interpretations of his character that he had come across while browsing the fan section of the Ladyblog.

Marinette felt her face flush and wondered if she should just crawl into her bed and die.

“It is,” he breathed, scrolling down the page and skimming through the chapter. His eyes got wider as he got further along, his cheeks turning a tell tale pink at whatever he had found later in the chapter.

Damn, she had been looking forward to this update too. If Chat’s expression was anything to go by it was just as heated as the author had promised in last weeks notes.

He turned to look at her, his brow narrowing in confusion.

“Wait, you hate Ladybug fanfiction. You’ve told me yourself that you think Ladynoir fics are, and I quote, ‘a giant waste of time with no truth or value whatsoever.’

“Can we just forget this ever happened?” she moaned.

“So why would you be reading this, unless…”

“Oh my God…”

“Chat-”

“Oh my GOD!”

“I will pay you to forget you saw this!”

“You like Adrien!” Chat cried, bursting into gales of laughter as he whirled around to face her. “YOU like Adrien.”

“Please, Chat, you can’t tell him about this. I would die, I would LITERALLY die if he ever found out. He can not find out, you have to promise me.”

“Yeah, I can’t promise that.”

“Chat come on!” she pleaded, grabbing his hands in hers and trying to give him her most convincing pout.

“Why is this the first time I am hearing about this?” he asked, his expression still lit with a giddy exuberance that terrified her.

“Because I didn’t feel like my crush was a worthwhile topic of conversation,” she said, glaring, “or maybe I didn’t want to rub it in your face that I liked someone else, which you already knew.”

“No I know that, I mean-” he cut himself off, his face scrunching in concentration as his thoughts turned inwards. His fingers twined with hers where she was still holding onto him, and she held her breath as she waiting to see what he was going to say. She could feel a sense of apprehension. Like there was still another shoe about to drop.

“You haven’t said anything,” he said quietly, his head cocking to the side.

She flushed, dropping his gaze at his accurate assessment.

“You’ve never said anything to… to Adrien, about how you feel.”

“I’ve tried a couple of times, but it never goes well,” she admitted.

“But you do like… like Adrien?” he asked, his voice still soft and surprisingly tender.

“Yeah,” she admitted, her eyes falling closed in both embarrassment and relief now that her secret was out. “Yeah I do.”

She felt Chat drop her hands, pulling her into a hug. His warm, quiet chuckle reverberating through her soothingly.

“What a crazy criss crossed life you live, My Lady.”

She snuggled into his embrace, grateful for the unending love and support her partner always offered her. He really was an amazing…

Suddenly she felt the loss of his presence around her.

“You should tell him! Right now!”

“Oh my God! Chat what are you doing?” Marinette cried as she heard the frantic typing of her keyboard.

“I’m messaging Adrien.”

“NO!”

She hurled herself forward, desperately trying to grab at the computer, but her arms were no match for his as the insane cat purposefully blocked her path.

“Don’t worry, it’s perfect.” He ignore her frantic cries even as she jumped up onto his back, leg wrapped around his waist as she desperately tried to pull him away from his new self imposed mission. “I just need to send this message and then everything will- GAAHHHH!”

He shrieked in startled pain as Marinette wove her fingers into his hair and yanked.

“What the hell!”

“You can’t send that message! What did you even write?”

“Relax its not a love poem or anything, it just says: hey Adrien, do you want to go to the movies with me this weekend?”

“That’s… actually not terrible.”

“Good. So now I can just-”

“You still can’t send it!”

“Why not!”

He twisted in circles trying to dislodge Marinette as she alternated between trying to grab his hands and trying to reach over and attack the computer itself.

Unfortunately for her, she was no match for his suit enhanced strength, and after a few more minutes of frantic twisting and clawing on both their ends, he rolled his eyes, reach back and hauled her over his shoulder, plopping her down onto the desk with an inelegant thud.

“Hold still,” he grunted, capturing both her hands and leveling her with his most intimidating stare. “This is in everyone’s best interest.”

“I won’t let you,” she growled, shifting in front of the computer screen and wriggling enough so that he couldn’t release her hands.

“Stop being stubborn!”

“Says the insane cat trying to play cupid!”

“Don’t you want to date Adrien?”

“Of course I do!”

“Then what’s the problem?”

“He could say no!”

“He’s going to say yes.”

“I’m not ready! He’ll think I am insane.”

“I think its a safe bet to say he already does. He’ll still say yes and love you anyways.”

“I’ll never give you cookies again.”

“That is a price I am willing to pay,” he said, leaning forward and bopping their noses together. Her face scrunched in irritation

“Chaaaaaaat,” she whined, without any real malice.

“Sorry princess, this train has left the station and there is nothing you can do to stop me from sending this message.”

For one second Chat’s face filled with terror as he saw her eyes light up with a familiar gleam of inspiration, and then his mind went completely blank as she lunged forwards and planted her lips across his.

His whole body went rigid, his eyes wide as every nerve tingled at the feel of her so close.

Marinette grinned into the kiss as she felt him melt against her, his fingers losing their grip around her wrist as his eyes drifted shut and he let out an honest to god purr against her lips.

But just as she was about pull away and dive onto the computer to achieve victory, his hands reached up to cup her face and his head tilted slightly to deepen the kiss and all thoughts of moving fled.

Her brain dissolved into a pleasant haze as she savored the feeling of him kissing her, worshiping her. Time seemed to stop as their lips pressed and nibbled, exploring each other with delicious intimacy. By the time they finally broke apart, gasping for air, she wouldn’t have been able to tell you how they had even gotten into this position in the first place.

“Wow,” he breathed, nuzzling his nose against her neck, the hot whisper of his breath sending shivers up her spine. “You are absolutely amazing, My Lady.”

He kissed her softly on the hollow of her throat and instinctively she tilted her head to grant him better access.

“But there is one small flaw in this strategy of yours,” he said, even as his lips ghosted across the sensitive skin.

“What’s that?”

She heard a soft click.

Her eyes went wide.

“Now I HAVE to send that message.”

“Chat!”

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[themagiciansreccenter]

Author Spotlight: @kaci3po

Every week we interview a writer from The Magicians fandom. If you would like to be interviewed or you want to nominate a writer, get in touch via our ask box.

First things first, tell us a little about yourself.

By day I'm a health insurance claims processor and by night I'm a fanfic writer who has probably been in fandom longer than most people on this website have been alive. I have terrible taste in music and share my home with two dogs and five cats.

How long have you been writing for?

I've been writing fanfiction since 2005, but I've been writing in general since before Kindergarten. I was always a writer. Fanfic just helped me figure out where I was interested in aiming my efforts.

What inspired you to start writing for The Magicians?

I read the books years ago and liked them well enough until the last one. Julia and Alice were my favorite characters so when the show was announced, I put off watching it because I was convinced they would never do either of those characters justice. I eventually caved and binged it on Netflix and I'm really glad I did. The show is an entirely different beast than the books, and to be honest the show is way more in my wheelhouse. Watching 3x05 and then not having it addressed for the rest of the season left me really frustrated but I've always believed in writing the stories you want to see in the world so I dusted off my keyboard and got to work.

Who is/are your favourite character(s) to write? What it is about them that makes them your favourite?

Quentin is my favorite POV to write from. That voice comes pretty naturally to me. And I like writing him because I can identify with a lot of his issues and choices. But Eliot is my favorite to write from an outside POV because he has a very specific voice that you can have a lot of fun with. You can put some fairly outrageous things in his mouth and have it still be in-character, because that's the sort of guy he is. Even though I think I end up writing more drama than comedy, the latter is definitely my favorite to do and Eliot is such a great source for both.

Do you have a preference for a particular season/point in time to write about?

3x05 and 4x05. I'm not someone who comes up with great plots for fics. I admire people who can do that, but that's not the sort of writing I'm good at. What I like doing is "fix-it" or "fill-in-the-blank" type stuff. I like being given a situation and then figuring out how characters I already know would react to that circumstance. 3x05 and 4x05 are perfect for me because they showed just enough to leave the door wide open for speculation.

Are you working on anything right now? Care to give us an idea about it?

I'm toying with the idea of writing Margo's reaction if/when she ever finds out the full story about the mosaic timeline and the Conversation they had when they remembered. I find it interesting that until that moment, Margo was the person who had seen Eliot at his worst and still loved him, but she has no idea (as far as we know) about this new memory that Eliot himself considers his darkest and most shameful. Their friendship is one of the most important things on the show to me, so I am very curious about how she'll react to Eliot keeping all of that a secret if/when she eventually finds out.

How long is your “to do list”?

Not very long. Like I said, I'm not the sort of writer who comes up with tons of plots she'd love to write. I just ask questions based on canon and explore the answers.

What is your favourite fic that you’ve written for The Magicians? Why?

Probably 'all these young bodies turn,' which I did not realize was a title someone else had already used for a Queliot fic when I posted it so great minds, I guess. I liked writing that one because it let me explore the trope of quests demanding sacrifices and the fact that Quentin was very aware of that fact. I like the way the show twists and turns tropes on their heads and I liked getting to do that too, in my own small way.

Many writers have a fic that they are passionate about that doesn’t get the reception from the fandom that they hoped for. Do you have a fic you would like more people to read and appreciate?

Not really. Everyone's been super nice and supportive of my work in this fandom, probably more so than my writing actually warrants. I'm that person who (a lot like Quentin, actually) is sort of always surprised people like my work and want me around. Blindsided by it, to be honest.

What is your writing process like? Do you have any traditions or superstitions that you like to stick to when you’re writing?

I honestly don't have a process or rituals. I've never been the kind of person who likes writing from outlines or notes. I just sit at the keyboard and keep asking myself, "Okay...and what comes next?" I'm just as surprised by what comes out of my brain as the next person.

Do you write while the seasons are airing or do you prefer to wait for hiatus? How does the ongoing development of the canon influence and inspire your writing process?

I like to write while the episodes are airing, if possible. If I wait, I lose the inspiration and frantic drive to fix and fill in blanks. Once the entire season is out, it feels to me like it's been chiseled in stone and that's not as much fun for me to play with. Writing while the episodes are airing allows for interesting moments where your predictions turn out to be completely wrong but the canon spins you off in a new direction you never would've thought of.

What has been the most challenging fic for you to write?

"5 Times Quentin and Eliot Had to Have Uncomfortable but Necessary Conversations and 1 Time They Didn't Need to Talk at All." I honestly don't know why but writing that fic was like pulling teeth. I rewrote huge portions of it constantly and I'm still not fully satisfied with it.

Are there any themes or tropes that you like particularly like to explore in your writing?

I don't know that I've really gotten to explore this yet in The Magicians fandom, although after 4x05 I think I might, but my all-time favorite trope is the character who swears up and down they don't want to be in love and can't help falling anyway. Most of my all-time favorite couples fit into this trope and now with the reveal that Eliot rejected Quentin's interest in him, I can't wait to see them actually together once he gets his body back and decides to be brave.

Are there any writers that inspire your work? Fanfiction or otherwise?

Seanan McGuire is my biggest writing inspiration. If I could write half as well as she does, I'd be happy.

What are you currently reading? Fanfiction or otherwise?

The "Home For Wayward Children" series by Seanan McGuire is my latest obsession and I'm also listening to the audio book of "Anger is a Gift" by Mark Oshiro. Fanfiction-wise, I'm just devouring every post-4x05 fic AO3 has to offer.

What is the most valuable piece of writing advice you’ve ever been given?

This is a tough call because I've had some great mentors over the years, but the most helpful thing I've ever been told is to read everything I write out loud. It probably looks silly when I do it, but I do full-on dramatic readings complete with different voices and actually acting the parts of everything I write. I don't post it until I've done a complete read through with no complaints. Not only does this help you catch any grammar or spelling mistakes, but the biggest thing it does is help you make your dialogue more natural. I'm trained in scriptwriting, not prose, and in that genre all you really have to tell your story with is dialogue, so it's important to me that mine sounds like people really talk. I don't post something until I can read it out loud and think, "Yeah, that's how those characters actually speak."

Are there any words or phrases you worry about over using in your work?

I use ellipses way more than anyone probably should and I'm overly fond of pulling up sentences short with punctuation that's not grammatically correct but makes you read it in the exact cadence I want you to.

What was the first fanfic that you wrote? Do you still have access to it?

I don't remember what my first actually was about, but it was in the Friends fandom and probably Monica/Chandler. I don't have access to it anymore, and I tried googling around to see if it was still out there on the internet somewhere, but it doesn't seem to be. That's probably for the best because I'm sure it was absolutely awful.

Self-edit or Beta?

Self-edit. In a perfect world, I'd have stuff beta'd but it's been years since I had someone I trusted to do that. These days I just go over it with a fine-toothed comb and hope for the best.

Comments or Kudos/Reblogs or Likes?

Comments always make me happy and I obsessively read the tags on reblogs, but it doesn't bother me if someone doesn't take the time to do that. People have busy lives and sometimes you can really like something without having more to say about it other than, "This was good." So a like or kudos is fine by me.

Smut, Fluff or Angst?

Smut, then fluff. I don't really like writing angst. Fandom is my escape from the real world so I'd rather focus on happy stuff if I can.

Quick & Dirty or Slow Burn?

Quick and dirty as a writer, slow burn as a reader. I like to "get in quick, hit hard, and get out" as a writer. The fewer words I can convey something in, the better. But given the choice as a reader, I'll take a 100k+ slow burn any day. It's always so satisfying when you get to the end.

Favourite season?

Season Three

Favourite Episode?

4x05 and 3x05 are the obligatory answers, but I also absolutely loved the bank heist episode.

Favourite book?

The Magicians

Three favourite words?

Fuck, callipygian, & widdershins.

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[verdigrisprowl]

May 13 Dancitron Movie Night - Earth Vs The Spider and The Blob

Prowl was torn on whether he should root for Earth or the spider. But he was rooting against the blob.

Surprisingly, Primus was the most poorly-behaved guest tonight. Not that it’s a surprise he caused mayhem; just a surprise that a Dinobot didn’t cause more. The Dinobots, however, were unusually tiny tonight.

After the movie, Soundwave and Prowl took turns impressing each other with space bridge tricks.

Soundwave (Slenderwave)Today at 7:43 PM Who doesn't love a good cheesy monster movie? Well, your mileage may vary, but the twins sure are looking forward to tonight. (Mostly Rumble. Frenzy prefers gory, scary messes to the ones being shown tonight, but watching them with Rumble and yelling at the screen will make them tolerable enough for him to sit through.) Soundwave's also perched on his couch, curious about these old human takes on horror. Swoop (medicalmurdersaurus)Today at 7:45 PM The Autobots really should know better than to leave Teletraan unguarded. It's so close to the Dinocave. That's just inviting disaster.

Ah well! Their loss, Swoop's gain. The even scrawnier than normal ptero-baby bounced around the keyboard, making numerous failed attempts to call anyone and several calls to random bots. Eventually, after a particularly effective full-body roll across the keyboard, Swoop manages to call Soundwave.

Look at this tiny genius go. Soundwave (Slenderwave)Today at 7:46 PM ...What in Primus' name. [[Swoop?]] Smokescreen (ask-smokescreen)Today at 7:47 PM Smokescreen's quick to bridge in, with a large tin of quartz coated energon goodies! After putting it next to the other snacks, Smokescreen's flopping onto the nearest couch, waving at Soundwave. Sludge(Slvdge)Today at 7:47 PM Sludge is, naturally, horribly impressed by this magic Swoop has achieved. Swoop (medicalmurdersaurus)Today at 7:47 PM Swoop squeaks and dances across the keys to celebrate this call. Can you feel their (petite) joy, Soundwave? Soundwave (Slenderwave)Today at 7:48 PM [[Evening, Smokescreen. Thank you for contributing to the snack bar.]] Windchill + Rebel (chillintel)Today at 7:48 PM Windchill seems to have decided to make an appearance this evening. Either Rebel, also in tow, was grounded for a looooong time or someone wasn't feeling social. Maybe both. Prowl (verdigrisprowl)Today at 7:48 PM Prowl Has Arrived. Soundwave (Slenderwave)Today at 7:50 PM Soundwave can absolutely feel that. What in blazes happened to the Dinobots? He's -- greeting ping for Prowl -- staring at the inside of his visor with his head visibly tilted to one side. [[Ran into a shrink ray?]] Smokescreen (ask-smokescreen)Today at 7:50 PM "Anytime! I've been working on cooking stuff again- I guess you can't try 'em, though, can you? I gotta learn how to make drinks so I can get you something!" Soundwave (Slenderwave)Today at 7:51 PM And a wave to Windchill from the twins, even though it almost makes them drop a handful of the goodies they're loading up on. [[...Why do you think he can't try them?]] Swoop (medicalmurdersaurus)Today at 7:52 PM Swoop's laughter somehow manages to be even higher and squeaker than usual. It's a good thing you have such a wide range of audio equipment, because he is aiming QUITE high right now.

::Play!:: he finally squeals, roll roll rolling across the keys and accidentally sending the resulting message to Soundwave. SpecsToday at 7:52 PM In comes the dragon, with snacks aplenty! "Hello, Soundwave, everyone!" Sludge(Slvdge)Today at 7:52 PM Sludge joins in, stomping buttons. Can't let Swoop have all the fun. Windchill + Rebel (chillintel)Today at 7:53 PM He waves back, having to be mindful of his extremities and walk very slowly towards the seating due to his orbiting truck spawn who's pretending to be the multiverse's least aerodynamic airplane around his feet. Smokescreen (ask-smokescreen)Today at 7:54 PM "Wait, you can eat 'em? I figured you couldn't intake 'em or just didn't like the stuff, 'cause you've refused 'em once or twice before." Soundwave (Slenderwave)Today at 7:54 PM They're going to destroy that datapad before they ever make it here. If they make it here. He's not entirely sure their creators will think it a wise idea to let very tiny Dinobots get out of their sight.

[[That is because he has heard you are terrible at fuel preparation. Unlike the dragon. Greetings, dragon.]] Primus [the-lord-of-light]Today at 7:55 PM Guess who finally decided to show up for once and brought a present~! Soundwave (Slenderwave)Today at 7:55 PM ((10 minutes til start. get what y'all need, get settled, all that)) Windchill + Rebel (chillintel)Today at 7:55 PM (( Do I want a cookie? )) Smokescreen (ask-smokescreen)Today at 7:55 PM "W. What? I think I'm pretty good at preparing fuel! Who told you I suck? I gotta have 'em try some of my energon croquettes sometime." SpecsToday at 7:55 PM The dragon churrs proudly as she helps put away the goodies she's made. The way to her heart is through complementing her cooking. Swoop (medicalmurdersaurus)Today at 7:56 PM Joke's on Wheeljack. Swoop and Sludge have already escaped and destroyed Perceptor's lab. It's time for something new!

Swoop taps the enter key repeatedly with his teeny tiny foot, as if this will suddenly get him the result he wants. ::Play?:: Smokescreen (ask-smokescreen)Today at 7:56 PM Smokescreen's getting up immediately and grabbing one of the goodies made by Specs, as well as one of his own, trying to compare. Blaster (boomtanknotboombox)Today at 7:57 PM Don't mind Blaster. He's following a certain trouble-maker into the room. Soundwave (Slenderwave)Today at 7:57 PM ((always eat cookies)) Primus [the-lord-of-light]Today at 7:57 PM A grinning Primus was both good and horrible. One carrying a box, well, it still could go either way. Hi Blaster. Windchill + Rebel (chillintel)Today at 7:58 PM (( I ate the cookie. I'm back. )) Blaster (boomtanknotboombox)Today at 7:58 PM Squints at. He recognizes that look from a certain avatar. SpecsToday at 7:58 PM Which one did he take? The energon gummis with silver flakes? The mercury-silver drops? The energon cookies with just a touch of mercury on the inside so that they're delicious and gooey? Windchill + Rebel (chillintel)Today at 7:59 PM He's just gonna sit on the floor, it's easier for him to watch his feet (perhaps in a literal sense,) that way. SpecsToday at 7:59 PM Did the dragon learn that mercury and silver seemed to be favored and stuck with what worked? Maybe a little. Soundwave (Slenderwave)Today at 7:59 PM Soundwave taps for Prowl to come get comfortable and bobs his helm at Primus. [[Good evening. You honor him with your presence.]] SpecsToday at 7:59 PM Smokescreen could also, in theory, have taken some tinsel fish, but if Ravage is present that might be a poor idea. Soundwave (Slenderwave)Today at 7:59 PM Ugh. If he brings Swoop over here for a few hours, will he and Sludge stop pressing Enter? The pinging is rattling his brains a bit. Sludge(Slvdge)Today at 8:00 PM Probably. Most likely, if only because they will no longer have access to the Enter button. Swoop (medicalmurdersaurus)Today at 8:00 PM Can't press enter if you're on another planet. Prowl (verdigrisprowl)Today at 8:00 PM He does indeed get comfortable. Slight lean. Primus [the-lord-of-light]Today at 8:00 PM "Evening, Soundwave. I brought a little something for a snack." The diety gave Prowl a short nod on his approach. SpecsToday at 8:01 PM ((puff, I know that I can't talk, but your icon is fucking me up)) Soundwave (Slenderwave)Today at 8:01 PM Thank goodness. In they come, though he's dropping them on Blaster. A little distraction for the night, given the kind of movie they're going to watch. Windchill + Rebel (chillintel)Today at 8:01 PM Can Rebel try one of everything? Can anyone stop her? She's aeroplaning to the snack bar and back. Blaster (boomtanknotboombox)Today at 8:01 PM Nope. Following. He has a bad feeling about this. What are you up to, Primus? Prowl (verdigrisprowl)Today at 8:01 PM (( OuO )) Swoop (medicalmurdersaurus)Today at 8:01 PM Swoop squeeeeals all the way through the space bridge and onto Blaster, rolling through the air and landing with a squeak. Soundwave (Slenderwave)Today at 8:01 PM Rebel can try as many of everything as she wants. Soundwave's too busy leaning up against Prowl and watching Primus' hands to notice, honestly. Primus [the-lord-of-light]Today at 8:02 PM What? Him? Innocent as the Cheshire Cat. Sludge(Slvdge)Today at 8:02 PM Sludge heard the word snack, and the moment he's dropped on Blaster he wriggles off and starts for the snack table. Smokescreen (ask-smokescreen)Today at 8:02 PM He only took a couple gummis, but his doorwings do seem to droop. These were better, weren't they? "Well- Soundwave, can you take a bite from one of my quartz cookies and say if they're okay?" SpecsToday at 8:02 PM Rebel can have as many goodies as Windchill and the other guests will permit. The dragon makes these in bulk- a pretty nifty achievement, for a fox-sized organic! She's slowly amassed quite a bit of technology to help. Blaster (boomtanknotboombox)Today at 8:02 PM And is promptly stopped by Dinobabies. "WHAT THE HELL! SOUNDWAVE!" Sludge(Slvdge)Today at 8:02 PM At least he thinks it's the snack table. Kind of hard to tell when he's only two feet tall and can't see the top of the table. Swoop (medicalmurdersaurus)Today at 8:02 PM ((the baby dinos are BITTY. Like few month old puppy sized.)) Prowl (verdigrisprowl)Today at 8:02 PM Prowl starts when the Dinobots tumble in. "Oh, hell." Swoop (medicalmurdersaurus)Today at 8:03 PM ((they are DOTS compared to a lot of y'all lol)) Primus [the-lord-of-light]Today at 8:03 PM [Ittle bittles] Blaster (boomtanknotboombox)Today at 8:03 PM Going to try and catch Swoop before he can fall to the floor. "Seriously?" SpecsToday at 8:03 PM The dragon blinks. "I guess I no longer am the smallest one here." Hey, at least she's more on their scale. Soundwave (Slenderwave)Today at 8:03 PM [[He already has two terrors to watch.]] Soundwave points at the twins. [[Consider it a minor favor.]] Windchill + Rebel (chillintel)Today at 8:03 PM Rebel hollers at the sudden dropping of dinobombs into the room, fists already brimming with at least one of every possible snack. Swoop (medicalmurdersaurus)Today at 8:03 PM Swoop makes zero attempt to catch himself or fly, just laughing as Blaster catches him upside down. Sludge(Slvdge)Today at 8:04 PM Rebel's smaller than the table, so Sludge turns to her in hopes of getting a snack instead. Soundwave (Slenderwave)Today at 8:04 PM [[Bring him a cookie and he'll see.]] Not gonna lie, though. Teeny tiny mechs? Protect urge is hitting. That's basically the reason he's trying to push them off on someone else. If he takes them under his wing they may never go back to the Ark. Blaster (boomtanknotboombox)Today at 8:04 PM Okay, good, one down, two trouble-makers left. Yes, you count, Primus. Windchill + Rebel (chillintel)Today at 8:04 PM She stares at him, not at all sure what to make of this thing, this creature, at her feet.

"Whatchu want?" Sludge(Slvdge)Today at 8:05 PM "Snack." Swoop (medicalmurdersaurus)Today at 8:05 PM ((I'm just imagining Prowl's forever sigh at both Tara and Soundwave wanting to hold the dinobbies)) Sludge(Slvdge)Today at 8:05 PM //lmao Windchill + Rebel (chillintel)Today at 8:05 PM (( : ) )) Primus [the-lord-of-light]Today at 8:05 PM While Blaster is promptly distracted - shhhhh- Primus handed over the fairly light box. There was s faint clicking of some sort of treat inside. "Sorry I've been somewhat missing." Soundwave (Slenderwave)Today at 8:05 PM And now glancing at Prowl. [[They're a fraction of their size. It's hardly full hell. A minor headache at best. ... He hopes.]] Swoop (medicalmurdersaurus)Today at 8:06 PM Swoop goes completely limp - with the exception of his birdy head which swivels around to watch his audience - giggling as he tries to melt through Blaster's fingers. Windchill + Rebel (chillintel)Today at 8:06 PM "Hmm." Rebel narrows her optics, but relents. "Okay. I got one of everything." Would that be enough? Probably not. Prowl (verdigrisprowl)Today at 8:06 PM "You of all people should know that frame size doesn't correlate with quantity of hell contained." Sludge(Slvdge)Today at 8:06 PM Sludge nods sagely. Well, as sagely as a baby can nod. "Snacks." Blaster (boomtanknotboombox)Today at 8:06 PM And Blaster is attempting to hold onto a dino that is tiny and now apparently liquid. Smokescreen (ask-smokescreen)Today at 8:06 PM Babies. BABIES. Smokescreen's squinting at the babies. How can they be so tiny? Smokescreen's picking up a couple cookies, walking over to Soundwave's side opposite of Prowl, offering them, "You got it, Soundwave! By the way, did you start working with more deployers or something?" Prowl (verdigrisprowl)Today at 8:07 PM He holds out a hand demonstratively at the FINGER MELTING ATTEMPT. Swoop (medicalmurdersaurus)Today at 8:07 PM He has no boooooones, Blaster. He is meeeeeeeeeeeeellllttting! Windchill + Rebel (chillintel)Today at 8:07 PM And there's that tell-tale doomsday giggling. Windchill's ears flick. Blaster (boomtanknotboombox)Today at 8:07 PM "Okay, okay, stop, we're going to get snacks." SpecsToday at 8:07 PM Even the dragon kind of wants to cuddle with them, honestly. They're a little big for hatchlings, but they're so tiny and precious. They need protection. Soundwave (Slenderwave)Today at 8:07 PM A long, long vent. [[Yes, he knows. He knows. But a mech has to be able to dream.]] He shakes his head no at Smokescreen and pops the box open, curious. What's in this thing, then? Primus [the-lord-of-light]Today at 8:08 PM Grinning like the Cheshire Cat. Prowl (verdigrisprowl)Today at 8:08 PM ((... I think I might have misread that as "setting blaster's fingers on fire to melt through them" rather than "becoming a liquid state dinobird." to be fair, it's ambiguous)) Soundwave (Slenderwave)Today at 8:08 PM //Huh, gettin' off to a good start, this one.// Windchill + Rebel (chillintel)Today at 8:08 PM "These here hands aren't big enough for the two of us," Rebel drawls. She'll have to improvise. "You can have these." She piles the already collected assortment at her feet. It won't hurt her to start over. Swoop (medicalmurdersaurus)Today at 8:08 PM ((LOL a legitimate risk with Swoop)) Sludge(Slvdge)Today at 8:08 PM //tbf i did too until i went back and reread it twice lmao Swoop (medicalmurdersaurus)Today at 8:08 PM ((but no, so far, no baby fire)) Soundwave (Slenderwave)Today at 8:09 PM ((OH for the record: the blob does not have captions, i looked everywhere. but the first movie does)) Blaster (boomtanknotboombox)Today at 8:09 PM ((sorry about that Sludge(Slvdge)Today at 8:09 PM "Thank." Look, he knows how to be Polite! Soundwave (Slenderwave)Today at 8:09 PM Honestly, given Blaster's reaction, a little help from the tiniest of dragons is probably a good idea. SpecsToday at 8:10 PM "Very excellent, little one!" The dragon gives Sludge an extra gummi. "Another snack for good manners."

Yeah, alright, she can assist. Off she goes, to hover near Blaster and help administer snacks. Soundwave (Slenderwave)Today at 8:10 PM Hm. Hard to tell what these wiggly looking blobs in the box are. Looks like an oddly colored energon gummi. He'll just pick one up and--

[[BANANAS]] Prowl (verdigrisprowl)Today at 8:10 PM Prowl nods at the movie. "So that I know which tragedy to brace myself for: who's going to win, Earth or the spider?" Soundwave (Slenderwave)Today at 8:10 PM That box is sailing through the air and being shot. Windchill + Rebel (chillintel)Today at 8:10 PM "Welcome." Rebel loads up again, and carefully steps over the dinobot and his offerings. Sludge(Slvdge)Today at 8:10 PM Oh, he likes that. Being polite gets him snacks! "Thank." More snacks if he's polite? Blaster (boomtanknotboombox)Today at 8:10 PM Oh good. Swoop's too tiny to...bananas? Soundwave (Slenderwave)Today at 8:11 PM Soundwave waits until burned bits of candy banana finish drifting to the floor, unable to harm anyone any longer, to hiss at Primus. [[He is NOT amused.]] Primus [the-lord-of-light]Today at 8:11 PM Ever seen a God rolling on the floor laughing? Now you have. As tiny candy banana pieces go everywhere. Prowl (verdigrisprowl)Today at 8:11 PM Dives across the couch. He's half leaning over the armrest as he gives Soundwave a shocked look. Swoop (medicalmurdersaurus)Today at 8:11 PM Swoop feel suddenly ignored for no real reason. Time to start chirping a chirp best translated as maaam! Mam! Mama! Mommy! Sludge(Slvdge)Today at 8:11 PM Sludge's head snaps up when someone shoots, and without thinking, unleashes a burst of fire at the already burnt remains of bananas. Smokescreen (ask-smokescreen)Today at 8:11 PM "They aren't? They're so tiny, though, almost Frenzy-sized." Smokescreen's pointing at Swoop with his cookie-holding hand, holding a cookie out in his general direction. SpecsToday at 8:12 PM Well. She was going to fly over to Blaster. The sudden shots and flying box makes her dive to the floor instead. She is the poofiest thing in the room, right now. A veritable tribble. Windchill + Rebel (chillintel)Today at 8:12 PM Manners are largely wasted on Rebel, sorry bub. You can try asking for more, though. Swoop (medicalmurdersaurus)Today at 8:12 PM ((the baby dinos are smaller than that. They're like .... two feet.)) Smokescreen (ask-smokescreen)Today at 8:12 PM ((phffff smokescreen's just being rude)) Swoop (medicalmurdersaurus)Today at 8:12 PM ((ok good XD)) Soundwave (Slenderwave)Today at 8:12 PM Soundwave resets his vocalizer. [[...His apologies. Someone stop Sludge from burning the floor, please. Prowl, it is safe to come back up.]] Windchill + Rebel (chillintel)Today at 8:12 PM (( They're snack sized. )) Blaster (boomtanknotboombox)Today at 8:12 PM Well shit, he's shielding Swoop with one servo, and scowling in the general direction of the mess. Primus [the-lord-of-light]Today at 8:13 PM Still laughing from the floor. "I regret nothing." Prowl (verdigrisprowl)Today at 8:13 PM "... I ought to bridge you BOTH out of here." Referring to Soundwave and the two-foot-long flamethrower. Windchill + Rebel (chillintel)Today at 8:13 PM Windchill sighs, and hooks a finger at Rebel, who interprets it as 'do what Soundwave says' and makes an attempt to pick up Sludge for relocation. Primus [the-lord-of-light]Today at 8:14 PM [I'm not allowed in candy stores. :D ] Soundwave (Slenderwave)Today at 8:14 PM Is it rude to bridge robot god out? It's probably rude. ... He's doing it anyway. Primus can come back if he likes, but he's showing his displeasure here.

[[Don't bridge him. It was an automatic reaction. He's-- he doesn't like them. Bananas.]] [[...Oh, and Earth is fine.]] Blaster (boomtanknotboombox)Today at 8:14 PM ((too be fair, I didn't help matters)) Prowl (verdigrisprowl)Today at 8:14 PM "Live fire in a crowded room." Swoop (medicalmurdersaurus)Today at 8:14 PM Swoop continues his needy chirping, leaning this way and that as he tries to escape. Sludge(Slvdge)Today at 8:14 PM Sludge blinks at Prowl, even as Rebel tries to move him from his snacks. What'd he do? Soundwave shot things, he was helping. SpecsToday at 8:15 PM The dragon slowly deflates through the power of sad baby chirps. Alright, alright, here she comes, Swoop. She's got an energon gummi to give you. Open wide, here comes the train... Swoop (medicalmurdersaurus)Today at 8:15 PM ((Whoops! Forgot to fix my name)) Blaster (boomtanknotboombox)Today at 8:15 PM Okay, okay, back towards the snacks....that are as big as Swoop. And stops so the dragon doesn't have to try and catch up. Soundwave (Slenderwave)Today at 8:15 PM [[He's an accurate shot and it was a low-level blast. Besides, he didn't want to give them a chance to prove themselves capable of... doing whatever it is they do.]] Windchill + Rebel (chillintel)Today at 8:15 PM "Get along, little dino, get alooooong," Oh well, if she gets burned for picking him and his remaining snacks up, dad will deal with it. Right? Swoop (medicalmurdersaurus)Today at 8:16 PM When the gummy gets close enough to Swoop for him to notice it, he lets out a squeak and full body squirm before opening his beak wide for maximum baby birding. Soundwave (Slenderwave)Today at 8:16 PM [[But he supposes it's rude of a host not to follow his own rules. Even if there were suspicious items in play.]] Prowl (verdigrisprowl)Today at 8:16 PM See this face, Soundwave? :| This is Prowl's reaction. Sludge(Slvdge)Today at 8:16 PM Oh, right. Snacks. He goes limp, trying to get back to those before someone else steals them. A distinct possibility with his brother in the room. SpecsToday at 8:17 PM Thank you, Blaster. She can pre-shred the gummi she's currently got, to make it easier on Swoop. She'll just need... to work at it. Swoop (medicalmurdersaurus)Today at 8:17 PM If pre-shred means mama birding it into his tiny face, Swoop is 1000% down for this. Windchill + Rebel (chillintel)Today at 8:17 PM (( I'm screaming. )) Smokescreen (ask-smokescreen)Today at 8:17 PM "Wait, is her dad a spider?" Smokescreen's finally paying attention to the movie, after watching the bitty bitty dinos. Soundwave (Slenderwave)Today at 8:18 PM [[No, her father is the driver that was attacked on the road.]] Smokescreen (ask-smokescreen)Today at 8:18 PM "... Was that driver a spider?" Swoop (medicalmurdersaurus)Today at 8:18 PM ((someone is going to puke up food for swoop before this m!a is over mark my words)) Windchill + Rebel (chillintel)Today at 8:18 PM (( I'll make sure if nothing else. )) Sludge(Slvdge)Today at 8:18 PM "Spiderbot?" Soundwave (Slenderwave)Today at 8:18 PM Soundwave ducks his head a bit. [[All right. You are disappointed, and for good reason. He will try to suppress the reaction next time.]] [[The driver was not a spider.]] Primus [the-lord-of-light]Today at 8:19 PM Once the amusement wears off, Primus gets up like a good diety and comes back inside. Cleans up the remnants with a wave of his servo. It was his fault, so he'd at least take responsibility for the smoldering remains. The burning bits of ash swirled about to come together to reform, changed from the atoms of course, into a nice pillow for someone to sit on or smack him with. Soundwave (Slenderwave)Today at 8:19 PM //Can't see, huh. Looks pretty bright in there for a cave.// Blaster (boomtanknotboombox)Today at 8:19 PM If his hands weren't full he'd take Primus up on smacking him with it. Prowl (verdigrisprowl)Today at 8:19 PM "Bridging is a far better snap reaction to get into the habit of." Swoop (medicalmurdersaurus)Today at 8:19 PM Swoop's focus is immediately shattered by his brother's question. He gasps, "spIDER!!!??" SpecsToday at 8:19 PM The dragon is an ORGANIC, Swoop, she's not doing that. She's using her paws like a civilized being. She'd die if she ate energon. Smokescreen (ask-smokescreen)Today at 8:20 PM "Spiderbot! That's not's someone in this movie, but I know a really cool bot named Spiderbot." Prowl (verdigrisprowl)Today at 8:20 PM Now Primus gets the :| look, since this was his fault. Sludge(Slvdge)Today at 8:20 PM "Him Spiderbot say momther." Windchill + Rebel (chillintel)Today at 8:20 PM All of this is distracting Rebel from getting her own snacks! Smokescreen (ask-smokescreen)Today at 8:20 PM "... Wait, you know Messy? Is- Is Messy your moms?" Primus [the-lord-of-light]Today at 8:20 PM Would Prowl like to smack him with the pillow for causing this? Prowl (verdigrisprowl)Today at 8:21 PM Prowl's above petty violence. Sludge(Slvdge)Today at 8:21 PM "Him Spiderbot momther, not messy." Prowl (verdigrisprowl)Today at 8:21 PM "... I'm almost COMPLETELY positive that tarantulas do not make that sound." Swoop (medicalmurdersaurus)Today at 8:21 PM Swoop is so excited for Tarantulas to come play that he's not holding still for food. He's all squeaks and chirps and enthusiasm. Smokescreen (ask-smokescreen)Today at 8:21 PM "Oh, okay! So, is Momther your mom?" Soundwave (Slenderwave)Today at 8:21 PM Would Prowl like Rumble to smack Primus with the pilow for causing this? Rumble is not above petty violence. Primus [the-lord-of-light]Today at 8:22 PM Be fine with him! Blaster can't. Soundwave (Slenderwave)Today at 8:22 PM \MAYBE IT'S MIMICKIN' THE VICTIMS.\ Prowl (verdigrisprowl)Today at 8:22 PM He would neither encourage nor endorse it, but he would not be upset to see it happening. Blaster (boomtanknotboombox)Today at 8:22 PM Gently places one servo on Swoop, just enough to hold him still. Soundwave (Slenderwave)Today at 8:22 PM \LIKE THAT PLANT IN THE JUNGLE BUILDIN'.\ Windchill + Rebel (chillintel)Today at 8:22 PM Rebel gives up, grabs her own snacks, then sidles over to investigate the tiny Swoop. Sludge(Slvdge)Today at 8:22 PM "Him Spiderbot is momther." A Look. How dense are you, Smokey? Prowl (verdigrisprowl)Today at 8:23 PM "I'm pretty sure they don't do that, either. ... And spiders ALSO aren't insect life." Soundwave (Slenderwave)Today at 8:23 PM In that case, Rumble is more than willing to defend his Boss. He also doesn't have any oath he has to worry about. So he hefts the pillow, tosses it up twice, and then FLINGS it at Primus about as hard as you expect someone with piledriver arms to do. //That's for gettin' the Boss in trouble with the police.// SpecsToday at 8:24 PM The dragon looks up from peeling off coils of gummi to cheer on Rumble. "Great shot!"

Hey, she comes from a species that killed their god. Smokescreen (ask-smokescreen)Today at 8:24 PM "Ohhh- okay, so Spiderbot is your momther? And your mom? That's good! Any kid of Messy- Spiderbot is probably a really good kid. I'll have to tell Messy happy mother's day later. You wanna try one of these cookies?" Smokescreen's snapping a quartz cookie in half. And in half again. And again. Maybe this will be small enough for them? Prowl (verdigrisprowl)Today at 8:24 PM HUFFS. Soundwave (Slenderwave)Today at 8:24 PM //Thanks. Heh.// He'll bow all fancy like. Sludge(Slvdge)Today at 8:24 PM Sludge is eying that cookie piece hungrily. Swoop (medicalmurdersaurus)Today at 8:24 PM Swoop reflexively gives Blaster a nip when that servo presses on him but he's in such a good mood that he is more interested in wiggles and Friendship than getting in an actual wrestling match. He sticks out his bitty tiny foot to point at Rebel and laughs. Sludge(Slvdge)Today at 8:25 PM //how many people can sludge con into feeding him snacks tonight Smokescreen (ask-smokescreen)Today at 8:25 PM Smokescreen's tossing one cookie piece towards Sludge! Soundwave (Slenderwave)Today at 8:25 PM [[It's an old human movie. Perhaps they hadn't talked to many spiders back then?]] Windchill + Rebel (chillintel)Today at 8:25 PM Rebel shoves one of those cookies in her mouth, chewing on it lazily.

"What're you laughin' for?" Sludge(Slvdge)Today at 8:25 PM Snap! Right out of the air and down his gullet it goes. Soundwave (Slenderwave)Today at 8:25 PM Smokescreen owes him a (probably awful) cookie too, still. Primus [the-lord-of-light]Today at 8:25 PM Well. It was a pillow, but that was Rumble. A real good thing he was a God or that may have laid him out. "I think you managed to dent my helm. I'm impressed." Swoop (medicalmurdersaurus)Today at 8:25 PM ((Sludge ends up living up to his name and getting so stuffed he is too round to walk home)) Sludge(Slvdge)Today at 8:26 PM //tbh //gets home on a sugar high Blaster (boomtanknotboombox)Today at 8:26 PM No reaction to the nip, thankfully. But thankfully that's all it is. He'd really like not going to get his digits fixed. Soundwave (Slenderwave)Today at 8:26 PM //Ha. Ya hear that? I impressed a god.// His chest puffs up with pride. He swaggers back to the couch, beaming. Swoop (medicalmurdersaurus)Today at 8:26 PM Swoop squeals out, "PLAY!" SpecsToday at 8:26 PM Sorry, minor correction: the dragon comes from one of many species that share the same cultural context. Who all also killed and ate their god. The dragon universe is kind of messed up that way.

"Alright, little bit, here's another worm for you." Squealing is a good way to get a Gummi Coil stuffed in one's mouth, Swoop. Blaster (boomtanknotboombox)Today at 8:27 PM "Play? Or snacks?" please don't say 'play' right now. Soundwave (Slenderwave)Today at 8:27 PM \KINDA NEAT 'N ORGANIZED, THEM BONES. PRETTY CLEAN FOR A BUG.\ Sludge(Slvdge)Today at 8:27 PM //tdgrtv cat pls get off the table so i can see Smokescreen (ask-smokescreen)Today at 8:28 PM Rude! His cookies aren't awful. They're not as good as the Dragon's stuff, but they're crunchy on the outside, chewy on the inside, and are still pretty hot! They taste mostly like quartz, but there is the slightest hint of mercury as well. Smokescreen offers one piece to Soundwave, watching for his reaction. Swoop (medicalmurdersaurus)Today at 8:28 PM With all the Exciting Big People paying attention to him, Swoop didn't see the worm coming and ends up getting startled by the sudden intrusion. Thankfully for the dragon, Swoop holds his beak frozen open instead of snapping down. :V Prowl (verdigrisprowl)Today at 8:28 PM "I think by the time this movie was made, they probably had sufficient evidence to conclude that Earth spiders aren't exactly conversationalists." Sludge(Slvdge)Today at 8:28 PM Since Smokey hasn't tossed him more cookies, Sludge is going to return to his snack pile and steadily work through that for the moment. Windchill + Rebel (chillintel)Today at 8:29 PM Rebel's optics track between the tiny Swoop, to Blaster, to the dragon, and back again. She huffs.

"Not 'sposed to play with food. That's how you get grounded." Soundwave (Slenderwave)Today at 8:30 PM He'll take that piece with a feeler. Too comfortable on the couch to get up. [[Hm. Perhaps. For effect, then. Something to bother the easily scared and uninformed.]] Prowl (verdigrisprowl)Today at 8:30 PM Aww, they're shooting at the poor spider. Soundwave (Slenderwave)Today at 8:30 PM Crunch crunch. Oh, mercury. That's. That's pretty sweet. A little too much for him, honestly. [[It's not... AWFUL.]] Swoop (medicalmurdersaurus)Today at 8:30 PM The word 'grounded' catches Swoop's attention. He gives a more determined flail than before so he can make a daring escape, flying hap hazardously up to try to perch on Rebel. Soundwave (Slenderwave)Today at 8:31 PM ((ah, the days before anyone knew how horrible DDT was. just spray it everywhere, no masks or nothing, nbd)) Blaster (boomtanknotboombox)Today at 8:31 PM Well, that's not good. There goes Swoop. Windchill + Rebel (chillintel)Today at 8:31 PM She turns her head to see the shoulder-sitter, but can't quite make it.

"Let me guess, you want my snacks too?" Smokescreen (ask-smokescreen)Today at 8:32 PM Smokescreen's doorwings perk up at the slightest hint of praise, "You think they're alright? What would make 'em better?" Soundwave (Slenderwave)Today at 8:32 PM \IT'S A FRAGGIN' BRACELET. JUS' BUY ANOTHER ONE.\ Primus [the-lord-of-light]Today at 8:32 PM After fixing his helm, Primus moved to the side of the couch by Soundwave. Sitting down, arm on the couch, he laid his helm against it. To make up for what he did, would Soundwave like a first person, and the data, of seeing a black hole devour a star? SpecsToday at 8:32 PM She'll take the miraculous survival of her paw and keep mutilating the gummi. "I acknowledge that playing with food is bad, but I also acknowledge that the little bit cannot physically eat this at his size." Swoop (medicalmurdersaurus)Today at 8:32 PM Swoop shook his head determinedly, still holding the worm in his beak. He leans across her, tiny talons doing what they can to keep him attached to her, and tries to put the gummy in her mouth. Soundwave (Slenderwave)Today at 8:32 PM [[Less  mercury. It's almost sickly. Almost.]] Head snap. Would he like data? He's sorry, Primus; you seem not to have ever met him. Hi, he's Soundwave. Yes, he would. [[Hmph. It's not ugly. At least its fur is a complete covering and not limited to a head patch.]] Prowl (verdigrisprowl)Today at 8:33 PM Aw, the poor spider. Windchill + Rebel (chillintel)Today at 8:33 PM Nope, her head's craning back to get her mouth out of the way.

"What's that? Cooties?" Swoop (medicalmurdersaurus)Today at 8:34 PM "Worm!" Windchill + Rebel (chillintel)Today at 8:34 PM Now she's even more suspicious.

"What for?" Prowl (verdigrisprowl)Today at 8:34 PM ((sorry, the university is going to want it for dissection? you mean you HAVEN'T hollowed out that giant carcass and stuffed/preserve it?)) Blaster (boomtanknotboombox)Today at 8:34 PM Should he...remove Swoop? Or leave him on Rebel? Prowl (verdigrisprowl)Today at 8:34 PM ((ohhh they're gonna have a rotten mess on their hands)) Swoop (medicalmurdersaurus)Today at 8:35 PM "EAT!" Smokescreen (ask-smokescreen)Today at 8:35 PM "Less mercury? I thought I wasn't putting enough in... Frag, I'll try putting less in." Smokescreen's taking another bite out of his own cookie. He thought it was perfectly sweet! The sweeter something is, the better, right? Windchill + Rebel (chillintel)Today at 8:35 PM "Um." Sounds gross. "Okay...I guess." She opens her mouth, just a crack, not the slightest bit enthused about this idea. Soundwave (Slenderwave)Today at 8:35 PM ((smelly spide)) Sludge(Slvdge)Today at 8:36 PM Hi Smokey, here's a baby Dinobot sitting at your feet and looking up expectantly for more cookies. Swoop (medicalmurdersaurus)Today at 8:36 PM That's fine, Rebel. Swoop has enough enthusiasm for the both of them. He deposits the energon gummy in her mouth and then chirps, pleased with himself. Smokescreen (ask-smokescreen)Today at 8:37 PM Oh! Sludge wants more cookies? Smokescreen's more than happy to give him another 16th of a cookie, offering it in his servo. Primus [the-lord-of-light]Today at 8:37 PM Grinning more softly now. Dims his optics as he relaxed. Connect a feeler to the back of his neck. Fair warning, it is quite a lot of data given it is a good week or so worth. When you're ready, he'll let you in so Prowl won't flip out on him if there is an overload. No not that type. Sludge(Slvdge)Today at 8:37 PM He snaps it up and waits for more. More cookies, please. Windchill + Rebel (chillintel)Today at 8:37 PM Well, here goes. She lets it sit there for a bit, hesitant, than slurps it up like a noodle.

"Gross!" Swoop (medicalmurdersaurus)Today at 8:37 PM (( #GiveSludgeAWholeCookie2019 )) Smokescreen (ask-smokescreen)Today at 8:37 PM Wait, already? Smokescreen offers Sludge an eighth of a cookie this time. Maybe this will last him? Soundwave (Slenderwave)Today at 8:38 PM ...Maybe not to the back of the neck. How about a shoulder? Is a shoulder all right? Sludge(Slvdge)Today at 8:38 PM It does not, in fact, last much longer. He crunches through like a champ. Morrrre. Primus [the-lord-of-light]Today at 8:38 PM Oh. Right. Yeah. Smokescreen (ask-smokescreen)Today at 8:39 PM Okay, fine, this time, he's offering half a cookie, but Smokescreen's frowning at Swoop. "Don't eat it in one bite! You'll miss all the flavor." Prowl (verdigrisprowl)Today at 8:39 PM "Anyone who has to ask 'are we friends or aren't we' to demand a favor is not a friend." Swoop (medicalmurdersaurus)Today at 8:39 PM Swoop lets out wild laughter, just about rolling off Rebel's shoulder with excitement. Soundwave (Slenderwave)Today at 8:39 PM //Worked in the 'Cons sometimes. ... Probably means yer right though.// Sludge(Slvdge)Today at 8:40 PM Crunchcrunch. Crunch. CrunchcrunchcrunchcruHIC. A hiccup, and a few embers. Prowl (verdigrisprowl)Today at 8:40 PM "I've never heard 'healthy, supportive friendships' listed among the purported virtues of the Decepticons." Soundwave (Slenderwave)Today at 8:40 PM Soundwave will snake a feeler over to Primus' shoulder, curious. Ping offer to Prowl to share it as it comes in?

Hopefully not too fast, though. He's interested in this giant spider flick. Windchill + Rebel (chillintel)Today at 8:40 PM "Hey!" She reaches out to catch him, luckily she is a small bot and he's not completely dwarfed by her hands...just mostly. "You're making me drop my food!" Smokescreen (ask-smokescreen)Today at 8:40 PM Smokescreen isn't going to say anything, but does remember a certain acquaintance from the elite guard that said the same kinda thing. Prowl's probably right... Soundwave (Slenderwave)Today at 8:41 PM //That's cause ya didn't know us.// He punches Frenzy's arm. Frenzy punches back and laughs. //But yeah. Yeah, kinda ain't.// Swoop (medicalmurdersaurus)Today at 8:41 PM Swoop remains happily on his back in her hands, tiny feet up in the air wiggling a little. "Swoop food?" Windchill + Rebel (chillintel)Today at 8:42 PM "Don't look like food to me," She scoffs, turning him over to examine the little beast. She's not impressed. Smokescreen (ask-smokescreen)Today at 8:42 PM Whoa! A tiny bit of fire? Smokescreen can't help but get a bit curious, and takes one step back, and gives Sludge one whole cookie. Will he make a bigger ember this time? Prowl (verdigrisprowl)Today at 8:42 PM "Well. Naturally, I'm sure Ultra Magnus would be an exception to the usual rules about Decepticons." Sharing what, what's he getting? He leans against Soundwave and accepts the offer. Oh! The spider lives! Swoop (medicalmurdersaurus)Today at 8:43 PM He's all giddy noises and chirps as she inspects him. Soundwave (Slenderwave)Today at 8:43 PM The other feeler twitches to the music briefly before settling around Prowl's wrist. Easier with contact. Black holes eating stars is gonna be a lot of observational and scientific data.

[[The healing power of music.]] Sludge(Slvdge)Today at 8:43 PM He makes it two bites in before he's hiccuping another bit of fire at Smokey's feet. He may have been eating those cookies a bit too fast after all. Smokescreen (ask-smokescreen)Today at 8:44 PM Smokescreen's immediately jumping up, trying to avoid the bit of fire, "Ow, frag, ouch- you doing okay, kiddo?" Soundwave (Slenderwave)Today at 8:44 PM //Naturally. Though I ain't normally known for bein' a friendly kinda bot, so keep it under yer helm. Can't have mechs expectin' Ultra Magnus to smile.// Rumble tries like hell to arrange his features into something gruff and serious. His mouth keeps flickering in and out of a grin though. Windchill + Rebel (chillintel)Today at 8:45 PM "Hmm." She cups him in her hands, stepping over the spilled treats and inexplicably away from the snack table. "You're gonna get me grounded again, I can tell. More trouble than you're worth, that's for sure." Prowl (verdigrisprowl)Today at 8:45 PM Oh. Ooh. Movie, what movie? He's measuring hundreds of pinpoints of astronomical data per second and feeding them back to Soundwave. Sludge(Slvdge)Today at 8:45 PM Sludge shrugs at Smokey. This is new, he has no idea what this whole hiccuping fire thing is about, it's new. Windchill + Rebel (chillintel)Today at 8:46 PM (( He needs to be burped. )) Soundwave (Slenderwave)Today at 8:46 PM \MOVES KINDA SLOW, DON'T IT? PROBABLY THEY COULD JUS' WALK AWAY FROM IT INSTEAD OF RUNNIN'.\ Swoop (medicalmurdersaurus)Today at 8:46 PM ((dino burbs sound dangerous XD)) Windchill + Rebel (chillintel)Today at 8:46 PM (( :) )) Soundwave (Slenderwave)Today at 8:46 PM //Aw, that ain't no fun. Runnin's dramatic-like. Makes better storytellin'.// Blaster (boomtanknotboombox)Today at 8:47 PM And now that he's not looking after Swoop, he's looking to the movie he's missed most of. Primus [the-lord-of-light]Today at 8:47 PM No, not too fast. Consider it background data so it won't interrupt the movie. Soundwave will still get all the data, so he can access it again later at his convenience. Primus chuckled at the feeling from Prowl. Just reading fields. Nothing to be alarmed over. Was Soundwave all set to be guided?

Not even watching the movie. Just here for the company. Swoop (medicalmurdersaurus)Today at 8:47 PM Swoop chatters wordlessly, but everything about his tiny frame radiates happiness. They're clearly going on An Adventure. Soundwave (Slenderwave)Today at 8:48 PM All set and ready to sink into a glorious mess of interpreted astronomical data and raw information. It'll be like getting a back massage after spending a day in the mines. Smokescreen (ask-smokescreen)Today at 8:48 PM "Huh. Well, uh- maybe that'll be the last cookie for now! You know, that cookie had, uh, red energon in it. I bet you could run really fast all around the room now." The red energon was, thankfully, a lie this time. Prowl (verdigrisprowl)Today at 8:49 PM Prowl's avatar lacks a field to be read. Sludge(Slvdge)Today at 8:49 PM A baleful look, and another hic. He doesn't WANNA run, Smokey. Soundwave (Slenderwave)Today at 8:49 PM //Aw, c'mon... where's the kid's parents?// Primus [the-lord-of-light]Today at 8:49 PM Shhhhh. Don't question Primus, Prowl. Windchill + Rebel (chillintel)Today at 8:49 PM An Adventure might just be right, but she's not the one taking the risks. Nope. Rebel has a better idea; let Dad get grounded for whatever happens next. She deposits Swoop on Windchill's elbow, let them play Shadow of the Colossus or whatever. She's got snacks to get back to, then she'll come back to check on them. Soundwave (Slenderwave)Today at 8:50 PM \HEHEH. MONSTERS'RE DUE ON MAPLE STREET.\ Prowl (verdigrisprowl)Today at 8:50 PM "... Tarantulas also tend to only eat every few days." Swoop (medicalmurdersaurus)Today at 8:51 PM Swoop squeaks dejectedly when Rebel abandons him.... but his attention span is as short as ever, so he almost instantly gets into full king kong mode, making his own wild noises as he clamors up this tower named Windchill. Soundwave (Slenderwave)Today at 8:51 PM //Maybe he's gotta do way more cause he's so big?// //Zori's gotta eat a whole lot when he gets big.// Prowl (verdigrisprowl)Today at 8:51 PM "... Possibly. But humans are also a lot bigger than normal tarantula prey." How does spider metabolism work. Smokescreen (ask-smokescreen)Today at 8:52 PM ... Oh. Oh, maybe that didn't work. "Well, uh- I bet I could spin you around if you want?" He's not used to bots younger than him! What is he even supposed to do? Windchill + Rebel (chillintel)Today at 8:52 PM Windchill will...wait patiently and hold still so as not to knock the little cretin off. Swoop's sure to move into visual range at some point, right? Being so big has it's downsides. Sludge(Slvdge)Today at 8:52 PM Spinning sounds fun. He might want to do that. Sludge considers before nodding. Swoop (medicalmurdersaurus)Today at 8:53 PM Eventually, Swoop makes his way onto Windchill's chest. Having such tiny talons makes holding onto transformation seams easy. He's on his waaaay! Soundwave (Slenderwave)Today at 8:53 PM Pit if Soundwave knows. Tarantulas doesn't even eat humans. ...He thinks. He hopes not. Prowl wouldn't like that. Prowl (verdigrisprowl)Today at 8:53 PM He sure wouldn't. Windchill + Rebel (chillintel)Today at 8:54 PM Rebel, meanwhile, has returned to pick the dropped treats back off the floor. Someone else can eat 'em, they've been contaminated! She'll keep the ruined ones in one hand, and start over once more on getting an unhealthy selection of new ones. Now, she can wander on back to see how Swoop is doing. Prowl (verdigrisprowl)Today at 8:54 PM "... It's not quite 'Earth versus the spider' at this point, is it? Closer to 'town versus the spider.'" Smokescreen (ask-smokescreen)Today at 8:55 PM Alright then! Smokescreen leans down to pick up the teeny teeny baby before spinning him around and around! Windchill + Rebel (chillintel)Today at 8:55 PM Windchill still can't see a darned thing; boobs too big, but he can feel tiny claws tickling him in all of the wrong places and hear the monstrous sounds of a demanding dino on approach. Luckily, it's not his chestplates that are ticklish. Sludge(Slvdge)Today at 8:56 PM Well, it cures his hiccups at least. But, ah. No. No, he definitely does not like being spun around like this after all; he's not entirely sure what to do about it though, so he cries. Loudly. Prowl (verdigrisprowl)Today at 8:56 PM ... The poor thing. What did that little spider do to deserve squishing. Primus [the-lord-of-light]Today at 8:56 PM Resting his helm now as if he were asleep, Primus' optics turned off so he could focus on the data flow that Soundwave was recieving. It was fairly simple metrics from a further distance away. Getting closer there was more data to be sent as the gravity pull from the wells began to change drastically. Cue the influx of data and accompanying visuals of a star heading into the emptiness before it was torn apart in a rather beautiful display. Windchill + Rebel (chillintel)Today at 8:56 PM Chill's ears flick, and his head turns towards the crying. What the hell is going on? Soundwave (Slenderwave)Today at 8:57 PM //Maybe there's a whole lotta towns gettin' spidered up. Jus' we get to see this one only.// Smokescreen (ask-smokescreen)Today at 8:57 PM OW. Ow, ow, ow. Smokescreen quickly puts Sludge back down, patting his helm, "It's okay, it's okay, we've stopped, we've stopped, see? You're gonna be fine." Soundwave (Slenderwave)Today at 8:57 PM (( provided gif https://www.sciencealert.com/images/9f2df7fe3845cffaba5185a9ed2313ce.gif )) Sludge(Slvdge)Today at 8:58 PM No they're WEREN'T, that was AWFUL! TERRIBLE. He lays down and continues crying. He definitely doesn't ever want to do THAT again. Soundwave (Slenderwave)Today at 8:58 PM ...Gonna need more than a few hundred points, Prowl. Gonna need a LOT of points. Prowl (verdigrisprowl)Today at 8:59 PM Prowl's only capable of eight hundred odd simultaneous points, he's mathing as fast as he can. And definitely not watching the movie. Swoop (medicalmurdersaurus)Today at 8:59 PM Swoop's head snaps over to look at where Sludge is crying. What happened? He pushes himself off Windchill to glide over and land on top of Sludge in a protective baby pile. Smokescreen (ask-smokescreen)Today at 8:59 PM Smokescreen's staring around the room desperately, hoping someone might know enough about babies to help, "It's gonna be fine, I'm sorry for scaring you- do you want another cookie?" Soundwave (Slenderwave)Today at 8:59 PM \HEY! WHO MADE SLUDGE CRY?\ Windchill + Rebel (chillintel)Today at 8:59 PM Windchill sighs. So close. Soundwave (Slenderwave)Today at 9:00 PM \I OUGHTA DRILL YOUR FACE IN\ SpecsToday at 9:00 PM The dragon just stares flatly at the offender. "What the frag, Smokescreen." Soundwave (Slenderwave)Today at 9:00 PM //No! No drilling. Uh, but seriously. He okay, or...?// Sludge(Slvdge)Today at 9:00 PM No, he doesn't want a cookie. He wants to lay here and be upset for a few minutes under Swoop. Blaster (boomtanknotboombox)Today at 9:00 PM Annnnnd there's crying. From over near...oh. "He didn't get hurt, did he?" Smokescreen (ask-smokescreen)Today at 9:01 PM A sad, sad hand raise, "I didn't mean to, I swear! I asked if he wanted to be spun around, and he nodded, but now he's crying and I don't know what's wrong!" Soundwave (Slenderwave)Today at 9:01 PM Eight hundred odd points will do. He's about as lost in all of that as it's possible to get without sliding out of his own head. Windchill + Rebel (chillintel)Today at 9:01 PM That's it, he's getting to his feet. SpecsToday at 9:02 PM "Smokescreen, you can't spin hatchlings very fast! You'll make them ill- especially if they've already eaten." Smokescreen (ask-smokescreen)Today at 9:02 PM "I don't think he's hurt, but- I don't know. I thought bitties liked getting spun. I liked getting spun." Primus [the-lord-of-light]Today at 9:02 PM Sends out a low, soothing, field from where he sat to see if it'd help comfort Sludge. While still keeping track of the data influx for Soundwave and Prowl. Blaster (boomtanknotboombox)Today at 9:02 PM "You probably made him sick." Soundwave (Slenderwave)Today at 9:02 PM //How'd you like gettin' spun up by Trypticon, huh?// Swoop (medicalmurdersaurus)Today at 9:02 PM Don't worry Sludge. Swoop is being an excellent blanket and will bite the crap out of anyone trying to fuss with you. Smokescreen (ask-smokescreen)Today at 9:02 PM A surprised look at Spectral, and back at Sludge, "Wait, really? "Also, getting spun by Trypticon sounds awesome! Count me in." Soundwave (Slenderwave)Today at 9:03 PM \LEMME JAB HIM. JUST A LITTLE BIT. C'MON. PLEEEEEEASE.\ //No! Boss'd--// Rumble stares at Smokescreen. //Maybe a little bit.// Sludge(Slvdge)Today at 9:03 PM He appreciates Swoop being a blanket; don't mind him hiding his face now that he realizes other people noticed he's crying like a BABY. SpecsToday at 9:03 PM "As a general rule, yes." Who left Smokescreen unattended around the bitlets, anyways? Windchill + Rebel (chillintel)Today at 9:03 PM Windchill skulks over to loom over the group, shooing Rebel out of the way and peering at the pile of dinos. Being tall helps a lot, here. Swoop (medicalmurdersaurus)Today at 9:04 PM Swoop slides his lil self forward so his scrawny body is hiding Sludge's head. (Though there's not much he can do about that noodle neck) Sludge(Slvdge)Today at 9:04 PM "Me Sludge tank go swoosh," he whines up at Swoop. Soundwave (Slenderwave)Today at 9:05 PM Frenzy eyes Smokescreen and makes a jabbing motion. Stay away from the kid or you're gonna get the real thing. Smokescreen (ask-smokescreen)Today at 9:06 PM "Oh. Huh... Okay, I'll make sure not to do that again." And he looks down at Sludge again. Though he's mostly looking at Swoop at this point, "I'm sorry, kiddo. I messed up." Aaaand he finally backs up. He doesn't wanna get jabbed! Swoop (medicalmurdersaurus)Today at 9:06 PM "Bleghuhh!" he commiserates with his brohter. Sludge(Slvdge)Today at 9:06 PM He thumps his tail in response. That may be forgiveness, or maybe just more stomachache complaints. Who knows. Windchill + Rebel (chillintel)Today at 9:07 PM "Eh, he'll be fine." Windchill snorts. "Just leave 'em alone for a bit and they'll get over it." With that, he's turning to head back to his seat. Nothing more to be done, there. His hands are too big, anyway. Smokescreen (ask-smokescreen)Today at 9:09 PM ... Frag, what helps sick bitties? Smokescreen's looking around. High grade? Probably not. Maybe some low grade? Would he even want any while he's sick? Finally, he's giving Primus a desperate look, moving to whisper to him, "How do you unsick babies?" "Wait, are you sure? What if I made him really sick? What if he needs to go to a medic now? You're a baby expert, Winds, right?" Windchill + Rebel (chillintel)Today at 9:11 PM "Sure am. Just let them be, his tanks will settle and they need to process their upset emotions and stuff. Plus, you'll get bit if you try anything." He's crossing his legs, sitting himself down on the floor once more. Rebel's going to sit too, and maybe, finally, snack in relative peace. That's all she really wanted. Soundwave (Slenderwave)Today at 9:12 PM Something keeps bugging Soundwave. Lots of tension in the room. It's hard to focus on it with all the data streaming through his head, but there's not much choice. Gonna try to tear himself out of the special event enough to prod Rumble for an explanation. SpecsToday at 9:13 PM "Smokescreen, he doesn't seem to want to be touched right now. I'm not a bitlet expert, but I think it's important for hatchlings to be allowed reasonable personal boundaries." Spoken with some slight bitterness. Maybe a little. Swoop (medicalmurdersaurus)Today at 9:13 PM Swoop is an excellent example of personal boundaries right now as he completely plasters himself on top of and all over his still-technically-bigger brother. Primus [the-lord-of-light]Today at 9:14 PM Can easily pause the data until Soundwave was done. Prowl (verdigrisprowl)Today at 9:14 PM Have fun in the real world, Prowl's still overloading on math. ... Which sense the word is meant in is currently ambiguous. Aw, what? Who paused the math. Sludge(Slvdge)Today at 9:14 PM Sludge is still hiding his face and pretending he wasn't crying like a baby bot so he'd appreciate pretending he's just a rock Swoop's lying on for now, judging by the way he's avoiding looking. Windchill + Rebel (chillintel)Today at 9:14 PM (( At least you're saving room for Primus. )) Swoop (medicalmurdersaurus)Today at 9:15 PM ((LOL)) Soundwave (Slenderwave)Today at 9:15 PM ((oh my god)) Sludge(Slvdge)Today at 9:15 PM //gfdhgb Windchill + Rebel (chillintel)Today at 9:15 PM (( My work here...is done... )) Soundwave (Slenderwave)Today at 9:15 PM [[Is everything all right?]] Kinda groggy sounding. [[Do we need to send them back, or to a hospital?]] Blaster (boomtanknotboombox)Today at 9:15 PM ((Technically speaking, snek Primus [the-lord-of-light]Today at 9:15 PM [dying] Swoop (medicalmurdersaurus)Today at 9:15 PM ((there is a sacred threesome and a preschool in this same classic horror movie screening and I'm not sure how we got here so casually)) Sludge(Slvdge)Today at 9:15 PM //do u need to save room for primus if primus is the one providing Soundwave (Slenderwave)Today at 9:16 PM ((i'm not sure either and yet here we are)) Windchill + Rebel (chillintel)Today at 9:16 PM "You'll likely just upset 'em more if you move them." That's Windchill's advice. Prowl (verdigrisprowl)Today at 9:16 PM ((primus made room for himself)) Blaster (boomtanknotboombox)Today at 9:16 PM ((apparently not ((and now things hurt from laughing too much Soundwave (Slenderwave)Today at 9:17 PM [[Then everyone back up and let them be. We do not need upset Dinobots.]] And he doesn't want to go full protective mode. Then there will be upset everyone else too. Smokescreen (ask-smokescreen)Today at 9:17 PM "Okay, okay- I can give him some space. Someone else can do stuff- I think I should just. Uh. Stay away from babies forever. I don't know what I'm doing. But they're gonna be fine, right?" Primus [the-lord-of-light]Today at 9:17 PM [Blaster is gunna die of laughter next to me. I might too. Worth it XD] Soundwave (Slenderwave)Today at 9:18 PM ((five minute intermission, get snacks and refills on drinks)) ((next is The Blob)) Blaster (boomtanknotboombox)Today at 9:18 PM And he's going back to his seat, but keeping an eye on the dino's as well. Windchill + Rebel (chillintel)Today at 9:18 PM "They'll be fine. If you're still worried, contact their creators and let them decide what to do about it." (( in that case, coffee. )) Blaster (boomtanknotboombox)Today at 9:19 PM ((And thanks Primus)) Prowl (verdigrisprowl)Today at 9:19 PM Blinks blearily around the room. He's still 50% math. Upset Dinobots? Where upset Dinobots. What. Huh. He wants to ask a question but his vocabulary is currently offline, so never mind that. Swoop (medicalmurdersaurus)Today at 9:19 PM Swoop isn't moving an inch off Sludge..... but this is an awful lot of holding still. He's got to peak his lil head up and at least look around a little. Sludge(Slvdge)Today at 9:19 PM He peeks once Swoop does, before ducking back down again. Nope, still too many optics. Prowl (verdigrisprowl)Today at 9:20 PM ((brb, got to banish an empty salmon container so it doesn't stink up my kitchen)) Swoop (medicalmurdersaurus)Today at 9:20 PM "Chirp!" Windchill + Rebel (chillintel)Today at 9:20 PM Windchill chirps back. They haven't been abandoned, per se. Primus [the-lord-of-light]Today at 9:21 PM Hums patiently. Swoop (medicalmurdersaurus)Today at 9:21 PM ((omg this is HILARIOUSLY well done)) Primus [the-lord-of-light]Today at 9:21 PM [ :3 ] Swoop (medicalmurdersaurus)Today at 9:22 PM Swoop chirps back, a little less emphatically. Just a checking in noise. Making sure no one disappeared in the three seconds since his last chirp. Soundwave (Slenderwave)Today at 9:22 PM ((a little more gruesome than i expected oop)) Windchill + Rebel (chillintel)Today at 9:23 PM Nope, still there. Chill emits a coo; it's the most comfort he can offer from a safe distance. Soundwave (Slenderwave)Today at 9:23 PM Hm. They seem to be all right. He'll just let his consciousness slide back into the data stream for however much of it is left to process. Primus [the-lord-of-light]Today at 9:23 PM [angrily Noot Noot] Blaster (boomtanknotboombox)Today at 9:23 PM ((DEATH)) Soundwave (Slenderwave)Today at 9:24 PM ((lemme know when y'all are back)) Swoop (medicalmurdersaurus)Today at 9:24 PM Swoop settles back in on top of Sludge, content that they've sorted things out with that little exchanged. Sludge(Slvdge)Today at 9:25 PM Give him a few more minutes and he'll be willing to sidle towards the closest warm body for attention. Primus [the-lord-of-light]Today at 9:25 PM There's still quite a bit left. Primus smiled then continued the data stream. It was paused in the middle of the star's energy being dispersed out into the solar system around the black hole. Right back into the data! Prowl (verdigrisprowl)Today at 9:26 PM ((I Am Back)) Swoop (medicalmurdersaurus)Today at 9:26 PM ((I'm getting sleepy. I'm going to try to stick it out since I want to see The Blob but, if I go completely dead silent, it means I fell asleep and Swoop did the same as a result lol)) Windchill + Rebel (chillintel)Today at 9:26 PM Anyway, Rebel's gotten tired of sticky snacks melting in her hand; the ones dropped on the floor are being shoved and wiggled into Windchill's palm for him to deal with. Prowl (verdigrisprowl)Today at 9:26 PM ((with trash trashed)) Soundwave (Slenderwave)Today at 9:26 PM ((lmao roger dodger. we all back now? i think? yes?)) Prowl (verdigrisprowl)Today at 9:26 PM ((and ice cream ice creamed)) Windchill + Rebel (chillintel)Today at 9:26 PM (( Chill can get him home if nothing else. )) Smokescreen (ask-smokescreen)Today at 9:26 PM ((I'm still here!)) Swoop (medicalmurdersaurus)Today at 9:26 PM ((put him in his pocket and just walk off)) Windchill + Rebel (chillintel)Today at 9:27 PM (( That might qualify as kidnapping. )) Swoop (medicalmurdersaurus)Today at 9:27 PM ((details!)) Sludge(Slvdge)Today at 9:28 PM //lmao //sludge is likely to also fall asleep once he gets himself settled in a nice lap Windchill + Rebel (chillintel)Today at 9:28 PM Great, now his hand is sticky and he's forced to look and see why that is. Um. Well, better start eating, he supposes. Soundwave (Slenderwave)Today at 9:28 PM \WHAT KINDA SCARY MONSTER MOVIE STARTS OFF WITH KISSIN'. UGH.\ Windchill + Rebel (chillintel)Today at 9:29 PM "If it's kissing a monster, than a good monster movie." He hasn't been watching to see, so you tell him. Goo, meet mouth. Swoop (medicalmurdersaurus)Today at 9:29 PM "No kiss!" :V Windchill + Rebel (chillintel)Today at 9:30 PM Windchill sticks out his tongue, both in reaction to floor food and Swoop. Prowl (verdigrisprowl)Today at 9:30 PM "The alternative is scary monster movies that end with kissing. Or have kissing in the middle." Windchill + Rebel (chillintel)Today at 9:30 PM "You're supposed to kiss babies." Let that be a warning to you. Sludge(Slvdge)Today at 9:30 PM "Gross." A quiet mumble. Prowl (verdigrisprowl)Today at 9:30 PM "Such as The Shape Of Water or..." ... He forgot the name of the goo alien movie. "..................... Toxin." Swoop (medicalmurdersaurus)Today at 9:31 PM "No no no no no!" <:V Blaster (boomtanknotboombox)Today at 9:32 PM What is going on in the movie now? Was he upset over something stuck to his hand? Soundwave (Slenderwave)Today at 9:32 PM //Venom?// \BETTER NOT HAVIN' ANY KISSIN' AT ALL.\ Windchill + Rebel (chillintel)Today at 9:32 PM "You'd better watch out, Swoop." Have some gooey, smooching sounds. Prowl (verdigrisprowl)Today at 9:33 PM "... Is this another movie like To— Venom?" Considering the alien goo covering that man's hand. Swoop (medicalmurdersaurus)Today at 9:33 PM Swoop GASPS and clings harder to Sludge Soundwave (Slenderwave)Today at 9:33 PM //Oh, naw. It ain't a friendly nothin'. Don't even talk.// Windchill + Rebel (chillintel)Today at 9:33 PM Not to worry, he doesn't intend to make good on his threat. Primus [the-lord-of-light]Today at 9:33 PM Hmmm. Such beauty in the raw data of a literal force of nature. Don't mind him. He's enjoying reliving the event he's sharing with Soundwave and Prowl. Prowl (verdigrisprowl)Today at 9:33 PM "Friendliness and capacity to talk don't necessarily correlate, but point taken." Windchill + Rebel (chillintel)Today at 9:34 PM Too busy cleaning up Rebel's mess with his face, anyway. "Who the hell is responsible for this cookie?" Sludge(Slvdge)Today at 9:34 PM Sludge leans into the clinging. "Gross," he repeats. Prowl (verdigrisprowl)Today at 9:34 PM ... Oh wait is the data back on?? He's got a lot of math to catch up on. Back into the fray. Soundwave (Slenderwave)Today at 9:34 PM It's been on for a bit. Soundwave has a decent dose to fling at him like an impatient Swoop waiting for Laserbeak to appear. Prowl (verdigrisprowl)Today at 9:36 PM Behold: numbers. Soundwave (Slenderwave)Today at 9:36 PM Munch munch munch. Sludge(Slvdge)Today at 9:36 PM Slowly.. sloooowly, inching for a couch. Primus [the-lord-of-light]Today at 9:36 PM Chuckles. Swoop (medicalmurdersaurus)Today at 9:37 PM Swoop is light enough to just go along for the ride Sludge(Slvdge)Today at 9:37 PM Swoop's also covering his face, so he's relying on him to navigate. Swoop (medicalmurdersaurus)Today at 9:38 PM He doesn't know about this job and doesn't do it at all. Soundwave (Slenderwave)Today at 9:38 PM Frenzy "whispers". //TEN SHANIX ON THEM PLOWIN' INTO THE COUCH.// Sludge(Slvdge)Today at 9:39 PM That's fine Swoop. He'll just keep going until he bumps them into something. Soundwave (Slenderwave)Today at 9:39 PM Hopefully it's not TOO much more data, though. Soundwave's curious about that hand blob. Prowl (verdigrisprowl)Today at 9:39 PM Here we have Frenzy, making the smart bets. Soundwave (Slenderwave)Today at 9:39 PM It's about the only smart thing he's done in his life, if you ask certain other deployers. Sludge(Slvdge)Today at 9:40 PM He does eventually smack them into something, give or take two minutes later, and tilts his head back to get a look at whatever it is. Primus [the-lord-of-light]Today at 9:40 PM Maybe another five minutes at the most? The star is nearly completely devoured. Windchill + Rebel (chillintel)Today at 9:40 PM Windchill chirrups. He's not looking to see what's happening, but there's nothing wrong with checking in to make sure the dinobabies are still alive, right? Swoop (medicalmurdersaurus)Today at 9:41 PM Swoop chirps in response to Windchill and continues not helping Sludge. Sludge(Slvdge)Today at 9:41 PM Aha! Couch. That's what he was looking for. Now which way to the front? "You Swoop find couch." Windchill + Rebel (chillintel)Today at 9:41 PM Still alive, good enough for him. Soundwave (Slenderwave)Today at 9:41 PM \HA. KNEW IT.\ //You 'n half of Cybertron. I ain't payin' that.// Swoop (medicalmurdersaurus)Today at 9:42 PM ((I can't take them calling that dude a kid when he is like 40)) Soundwave (Slenderwave)Today at 9:42 PM Go, black hole, go. Finish consuming the star. Do what you were made to do. Windchill + Rebel (chillintel)Today at 9:42 PM (( I know right. )) Prowl (verdigrisprowl)Today at 9:44 PM He'll continue mathing to the bitter end. Windchill + Rebel (chillintel)Today at 9:45 PM He's doing his best to lick his gooey fingers clean. Rebel's free from a grounding...this time. It wasn't her fault. Blaster (boomtanknotboombox)Today at 9:45 PM Well. That was disturbing to see. Had his hand been eaten and replaced? Soundwave (Slenderwave)Today at 9:45 PM You could say that. Blaster (boomtanknotboombox)Today at 9:45 PM Ew. Sludge(Slvdge)Today at 9:46 PM Sludge would like it known that he has successfully navigated his way to the front of the couch. Now he has encountered a new obstacle: getting ON the couch. Primus [the-lord-of-light]Today at 9:46 PM Consume. Does Soundwave know Unicron was a black hole in one universe after his defeat? Not a very well liked universe, but, it happened there. Tore the fabric of reality apart for awhile. Windchill + Rebel (chillintel)Today at 9:46 PM Good job, Sludge. He's rooting for you. Silently. Soundwave (Slenderwave)Today at 9:47 PM He didn't know that. Why? Did Primus just tell him? Windchill + Rebel (chillintel)Today at 9:47 PM He points.

"Dog." Swoop (medicalmurdersaurus)Today at 9:48 PM "Swoop" Windchill + Rebel (chillintel)Today at 9:48 PM "Yes. You Swoop." Primus [the-lord-of-light]Today at 9:49 PM Thinking about it. Maybe next time. It might be too much. There was all that good data to crunch with Prowl for tonight. Primus would have to tell the Unicron story another day. Windchill + Rebel (chillintel)Today at 9:49 PM "Ewwww!" Rebel yells. Smokescreen (ask-smokescreen)Today at 9:49 PM "... That blob is kinda cute." Blaster (boomtanknotboombox)Today at 9:50 PM "Oh dear" Windchill + Rebel (chillintel)Today at 9:50 PM "They're dead." Swoop (medicalmurdersaurus)Today at 9:50 PM "Booger" Windchill + Rebel (chillintel)Today at 9:50 PM "You SWOOP a booger." That's Chill's contribution. Sludge(Slvdge)Today at 9:51 PM Success! He has surmounted the mountain that everyone else called a couch and now he is... kind of tired, actually. Flop. Sorry for knocking you around, Swoop. Soundwave (Slenderwave)Today at 9:51 PM Then he'll wrap up getting that and try to shake himself back to awareness. Slowly. There are hundreds of numbers lingering in his head. [[You are... mostly forgiven. Do not offer him bananas again]] Pause. [[...What is that. On the screen. The... goo. Thing.]] Windchill + Rebel (chillintel)Today at 9:51 PM "It's me on a bad day." Soundwave (Slenderwave)Today at 9:52 PM [[Hm.]] A serious nod. It's going to take him a second to realize that's a joke answer. Prowl (verdigrisprowl)Today at 9:52 PM Prowl's going back over the data to run more calculations. He'll be dead to the world for a while yet. Windchill + Rebel (chillintel)Today at 9:52 PM Windchill just smiles. Soundwave (Slenderwave)Today at 9:52 PM He's welcome to be; Soundwave will probably reprocess it while he's drifting off later. It helps him fall asleep. [[...A little red to be you.]] All right, he's caught up to that. [[Blaster, perhaps.]] Prowl (verdigrisprowl)Today at 9:53 PM Later? Later?? Prowl's still sending his calculations to Soundwave. Windchill + Rebel (chillintel)Today at 9:53 PM "...A really bad day. Red's not my colour." Blaster (boomtanknotboombox)Today at 9:53 PM "Excuse you. I don't melt things anymore." Prowl (verdigrisprowl)Today at 9:54 PM The biggest tragedy of the night is that Prowl missed the chess-playing cop being supported by his peers. Soundwave (Slenderwave)Today at 9:54 PM Oh! Is that what that series of notifications is? He'll happily scootch himself into a more comfortable position on the couch and absorb them in the back of his mind.

[[Mmm. Anymore??]] Windchill + Rebel (chillintel)Today at 9:55 PM Chirp, chirp, chirp. Swoop (medicalmurdersaurus)Today at 9:55 PM Chirp.......... chirp.... Yawn. Prowl (verdigrisprowl)Today at 9:56 PM ((for a moment i glanced at a username wrong and misread it as "Primus [the-thot-of-light]")) Soundwave (Slenderwave)Today at 9:56 PM ((AHAHA)) Primus [the-lord-of-light]Today at 9:56 PM Can't make any promises, but he'll try not to, Soundwave. Hums his appreciation regardless for the forgiveness. Have a nice trickle of visuals of the warm flickers of the fading star for later as a last bit of data. Primus will probably take a nice little nap here. Windchill + Rebel (chillintel)Today at 9:56 PM "You Swoop go home and sleep." Primus [the-lord-of-light]Today at 9:56 PM [You killed Blaster XD] Prowl (verdigrisprowl)Today at 9:57 PM ((ouo)) Sludge(Slvdge)Today at 9:57 PM //lmao Soundwave (Slenderwave)Today at 9:57 PM Primus is welcome to sleep here. Soundwave won't begrudge the creator of their species a little extra rest. He knows how often Primus needs to recharge. Blaster (boomtanknotboombox)Today at 9:57 PM ((ow Swoop (medicalmurdersaurus)Today at 9:57 PM "No." : < Soundwave (Slenderwave)Today at 9:57 PM ((unicron voice: BEGONE, THOT)) Prowl (verdigrisprowl)Today at 9:57 PM ((PFFFHFFHFF)) Primus [the-lord-of-light]Today at 9:57 PM [B A N A N A] Soundwave (Slenderwave)Today at 9:58 PM ((hssss)) Sludge(Slvdge)Today at 9:58 PM //im laughing bc i read puff's post and my first thought was "and on the first day, the thot said, let there be light" Windchill + Rebel (chillintel)Today at 9:58 PM It takes him a moment to locate the source of the Swoop-voice, and he gives that voice a shrewd, sideways look. Soundwave (Slenderwave)Today at 9:58 PM ((lmao)) Prowl (verdigrisprowl)Today at 9:58 PM ((lol)) Windchill + Rebel (chillintel)Today at 9:58 PM "You Swoop not tired?" Blaster (boomtanknotboombox)Today at 9:58 PM ((-dead- Swoop (medicalmurdersaurus)Today at 9:58 PM "No no!" He yawns. Soundwave (Slenderwave)Today at 9:59 PM //Liar.// Windchill + Rebel (chillintel)Today at 9:59 PM "Oh, my mistake." He doesn't buy that for a second. Smokescreen (ask-smokescreen)Today at 9:59 PM "Is the dog the giant spider?" Smokescreen may be a bit tired at this point! Soundwave (Slenderwave)Today at 9:59 PM \WH-- WHY THE FRAG-- THE GIANT SPIDER'S DEAD, YA BOLTBRAIN.\ Smokescreen (ask-smokescreen)Today at 9:59 PM "But perhaps this is one of the giant spider babies!" Soundwave (Slenderwave)Today at 10:00 PM \NEVER SEEN A SPIDER BABY LOOKED LIKE THAT.\ Sludge(Slvdge)Today at 10:00 PM Sludge would deny being tired, but crying and then having to climb a couch have tired him out, and he's fallen asleep on his cushion. Tiny, tiny snores. Primus [the-lord-of-light]Today at 10:00 PM Primus shall currently be: :zzz: Smokescreen (ask-smokescreen)Today at 10:00 PM "Don't you know? Spiders aren't born with eight legs, they start with four and grow more as they get older." Windchill + Rebel (chillintel)Today at 10:01 PM How many passed out people is he carrying out of here, exactly? All of them? Soundwave (Slenderwave)Today at 10:01 PM \LYIN' IN FRONT OF PRIMUS. YOU OUGHTA BE ASHAMED.\ Smokescreen (ask-smokescreen)Today at 10:01 PM "Me? Lying? I'm not lying! Come on." SpecsToday at 10:02 PM "Liar, liar, fur on fire, skinned and burnt in a funeral pyre." Windchill + Rebel (chillintel)Today at 10:02 PM "That's grim." Soundwave (Slenderwave)Today at 10:02 PM \OOOOH.\ //Vicious. I like it.// Smokescreen (ask-smokescreen)Today at 10:02 PM "Come on, if I lied, Primus would, like, flick me or something, probably. And I'm not furry! I don't have to worry about that." Soundwave (Slenderwave)Today at 10:03 PM Soundwave's glad Prowl's busy with numbers. He'd have a spark attack at the idea of someone cleaning up a crime scene the police were trying to inspect. //Don't say that too loud. Someone's gonna give ya fur.// SpecsToday at 10:04 PM "Grimmer when you know that we don't usually burn our dead." Windchill + Rebel (chillintel)Today at 10:05 PM "Why not? Stops the spread of disease and all, saves space, it's super effective." Blaster (boomtanknotboombox)Today at 10:05 PM Maaaay have started dozing off. Prowl (verdigrisprowl)Today at 10:05 PM All right. That's—that's maybe enough for now. He can wait until the movie's over to get back to it. Smokescreen (ask-smokescreen)Today at 10:05 PM "Look, they've given me everything else. They've given me fake matrices, sparkeater babies, trauma, might as well make me all furry too." Soundwave (Slenderwave)Today at 10:05 PM //Don't say I never warned ya.// Frenzy sneaks over to Blaster to start trying to snack stacks on him now that he apepars to be dozing. Windchill + Rebel (chillintel)Today at 10:06 PM "Greyfaces? Bastards." Smokescreen (ask-smokescreen)Today at 10:07 PM "Maybe it'll be in my internals and it'll be fine and I'll be comfy to sit in! You can hang out inside me if they do." Smokescreen is watching for his reaction to the worst offer he's given in a long time. Windchill + Rebel (chillintel)Today at 10:07 PM (( When ur dad is like ten years older than you. )) SpecsToday at 10:07 PM "Eh, cultural reasons- primarily the disease part. Burning corpses implies that they're unclean. And we're big on the cycle of life bit, so we usually place the dead out to return to nature. Or, if they were really naughty, we eat them." Smokescreen (ask-smokescreen)Today at 10:07 PM "You can say that again. They put you through a lot of slag too?" Blaster (boomtanknotboombox)Today at 10:07 PM Started, Frenzy. He's still mostly awake. Still, he's going to hold still to see how many the mech can stack. Windchill + Rebel (chillintel)Today at 10:08 PM "You are what you eat." He yawns. "It's why I'm such an ass." Soundwave (Slenderwave)Today at 10:08 PM ((28 years old and playing a late teenager. i see dawson's creek casting choices have been a thing for decades)) SpecsToday at 10:09 PM "In theory, it's supposed to be purifying, thank you very much. We don't all become hatchling-eaters when we eat one, you know." Smokescreen (ask-smokescreen)Today at 10:09 PM ((dangit now i wanna get out the rescue bots blob episode aszxzxcv)) Soundwave (Slenderwave)Today at 10:09 PM ((they had one? :o )) Windchill + Rebel (chillintel)Today at 10:09 PM He yawns again before addressing Smokescreen.

"Yeah. Mostly just annoying stuff, but I don't think I'll ever get over bleeding out of unusual orifices. I suppose it's meant to be humiliating...But I'm immune." Smokescreen (ask-smokescreen)Today at 10:10 PM ((yeah! I'll find the specific episode but I think it was a s1 or s2 epsisode? i remember there's also a small alien and a predator reference in the episode)) Prowl (verdigrisprowl)Today at 10:10 PM ((what child would want to name his dog william)) Soundwave (Slenderwave)Today at 10:11 PM ((not that one, he doesn't like william  lmao)) Smokescreen (ask-smokescreen)Today at 10:11 PM "Wait, what? Were you bleeding out your mouth? Our your sparkchamber? How are you online?" Soundwave (Slenderwave)Today at 10:11 PM ((i don't know why he suggested it if he doesn't like it, but. there it be)) Windchill + Rebel (chillintel)Today at 10:11 PM (( Throw a "the Conqueror" on there and it's at least...a reference. )) Soundwave (Slenderwave)Today at 10:11 PM That may be a bad idea, Blaster. Frenzy gets bored really quickly. There may be more than just snacks on you soon. Prowl (verdigrisprowl)Today at 10:12 PM ((the idea that a child would suggest a name and then be upset at the name because he doesn't actually like it is far more believable than the idea that a child would want to name a dog william)) Windchill + Rebel (chillintel)Today at 10:12 PM "Worse than those." Soundwave (Slenderwave)Today at 10:12 PM Something belatedly registers in Soundwave's mind. [[One moment. Who eats hatchlings?]] SpecsToday at 10:13 PM "No one that gets to live for much longer." Soundwave (Slenderwave)Today at 10:14 PM This is a satisfactory answer. He nods and settles back against Prowl's shoulder. [[The humans need a camera. Plenty of proof then.]] Blaster (boomtanknotboombox)Today at 10:14 PM He'll just...move if it starts looking like he's gonna get to that point. Rather not find out what else he'd stack. Smokescreen (ask-smokescreen)Today at 10:15 PM ((OH the blob episode of rescue bots was uh "You've Been Squilshed" and i think i was mixing it up with another episode but yeah basically from what i understand of the blob it's the blob but rescue bots roll to the rescue)) Soundwave (Slenderwave)Today at 10:15 PM No? What've you got against shanix, empty quarter-ration cubes, a blaster (ha) and a live grenade? Prowl (verdigrisprowl)Today at 10:16 PM Nods vaguely in agreement. Yes. Camera. That is smart. "... Proof of what?" He missed almost the entire set up of the movie. Blaster (boomtanknotboombox)Today at 10:16 PM Okay, the first two sound harmless. Third...a bit iffy. The last? Hell no. Soundwave (Slenderwave)Today at 10:16 PM [[The blob monster. The human eating alien goo. Nobody believes they have seen it.]] Smokescreen (ask-smokescreen)Today at 10:16 PM "Worse than those? What other orifices do you even have? Do you secretly somehow have a belly button?" Prowl (verdigrisprowl)Today at 10:16 PM "Oh! Right. Got— It eats humans?" Soundwave (Slenderwave)Today at 10:17 PM [[Mm. Looks like it.]] Prowl (verdigrisprowl)Today at 10:17 PM "Huh." Soundwave (Slenderwave)Today at 10:17 PM Fiiiine. Go ahead and knock over all the glasses and snacks and money, then. Spoilsport. Windchill + Rebel (chillintel)Today at 10:17 PM "A little lower." He cranes his head, not at all bothered by the topic of magical menstruation. The dinos appear to be intact. Asleep, maybe, but no longer crying or looking miserable. Good enough for him. See? He knows a thing or several about babies. Soundwave (Slenderwave)Today at 10:18 PM [[Wonder where the mouth is.]] He didn't SEE any. Blaster (boomtanknotboombox)Today at 10:18 PM Live. Grenade. Soundwave (Slenderwave)Today at 10:18 PM Maybe the whole thing is the mouth. Or stomach. Maybe it doesn't have anything else. Organics are bizarre. Oh, come on. You wouldn't play Hot Potato with it either, would you? He'd bet not. Smokescreen (ask-smokescreen)Today at 10:19 PM "Oh. OH. Frag, ow, it came from there? How'd you deal with that?" He is still thinking of the wrong orifice, somehow. Blaster (boomtanknotboombox)Today at 10:20 PM It's a grenade! He wouldn't play games with it, period! He likes his limbs all attached, thanks. Soundwave (Slenderwave)Today at 10:20 PM Tch. Autobots. He'll take what's left of his snack stash and re-seat himself. Prowl (verdigrisprowl)Today at 10:20 PM "Maybe it's acidic goo." Soundwave (Slenderwave)Today at 10:21 PM [[Wouldn't it.... digest itself?]] Windchill + Rebel (chillintel)Today at 10:21 PM "Not very well. It's times like those when you just have to lie down and feel sorry for yourself." Blaster (boomtanknotboombox)Today at 10:21 PM He's just going to straighten up and huff. Seriously. Prowl (verdigrisprowl)Today at 10:22 PM "Acid doesn't melt acid." Smokescreen (ask-smokescreen)Today at 10:22 PM "No, yeah, I get that. It's not still happening, is it? Do you, uh, want some of these cookies? They won't cure anything, but at least it'll be a good way to distract you from anything hurting, right?" Windchill + Rebel (chillintel)Today at 10:23 PM "No, that was a while ago." Thank Primus, and he hoped it never happened again. What a waste of energon! "You're the one with the cookies?" Chill considers this. "Sure. I liked the other one." Granted, that one had been mingled with the other myriad snacks, but he'd go for another. Smokescreen (ask-smokescreen)Today at 10:24 PM "Wait, you really liked them?" Smokescreen's doorwings flutter, more than happy to give Windchill a few more cookies. And a few more. Soundwave (Slenderwave)Today at 10:24 PM [[Hm. Tracks by vibration?]] Doesn't see any eyes, ears, or nose on it either. [[Stand on a desk.]] Prowl (verdigrisprowl)Today at 10:25 PM "Is the dog barking inside of it? Or has it learned to bark?" Smokescreen (ask-smokescreen)Today at 10:25 PM "Or hang out on a hammock!" Windchill + Rebel (chillintel)Today at 10:25 PM "Yeaaaah?" He's, uh, easy to please. He doesn't know why that would even be a question. A cookie is a cookie, isn't it? Soundwave (Slenderwave)Today at 10:25 PM [[The dog, he thinks. It stopped.]] Light frown. [[Probably ate it.]] [[The goo ate the dog, he means. Not-- He doesn't think the dog could eat it fast enough.]] Prowl (verdigrisprowl)Today at 10:26 PM "Did the humans make noise when they were eaten too?" That was during the part he wasn't paying attention to. Windchill + Rebel (chillintel)Today at 10:26 PM Then again, said cookie had been on the floor for a few minutes, so it might just be that he has no standards when it comes to fuel. Soundwave (Slenderwave)Today at 10:27 PM [[No. But it went for their heads.]] [[Suffocation, likely.]] Prowl (verdigrisprowl)Today at 10:27 PM "I think it had a lot more than the dog's head." Soundwave (Slenderwave)Today at 10:27 PM [[Poor beast. ... Don't tell Ravage.]] Windchill + Rebel (chillintel)Today at 10:29 PM "Hmm." Prowl (verdigrisprowl)Today at 10:29 PM Oh. Another movie where the police are portrayed as stupid and oblivious. Hm. ((where the hell did a bunch of kids get access to an air raid siren omfg)) Soundwave (Slenderwave)Today at 10:30 PM ((it's the 50s, where WOULDN'T they get access to one)) Prowl (verdigrisprowl)Today at 10:30 PM ((is there just, a button on the streets. "push in case of air raid.")) Soundwave (Slenderwave)Today at 10:31 PM ((LOL)) Windchill + Rebel (chillintel)Today at 10:32 PM Munch, munch, munch. As many cookies as he's handed, he'll eat. Prowl (verdigrisprowl)Today at 10:33 PM Oh, good, ONE isn't being portrayed as stupid. Smokescreen (ask-smokescreen)Today at 10:33 PM Smokescreen isn't going to stop until he's out of cookies or until Windchill says something! Blaster (boomtanknotboombox)Today at 10:34 PM "Well, that's guaranteed to make it worse." Windchill + Rebel (chillintel)Today at 10:34 PM Fools, did you really think that Rebel would be left out of this cookie action? She'll snatch them right out of Windchill's hands. What if they run out of cookies. Smokescreen (ask-smokescreen)Today at 10:35 PM Oh! Rebel wants cookies, too? He's happy to feed her, as well. But if they run out, then he'll get to go home with an empty energon cube of cookies! "... Is it bad I kinda wanna eat the blob" Windchill + Rebel (chillintel)Today at 10:36 PM Windchill swallows and clears his throat, not about to be a bad example by talking with his mouth full while Rebel is around. "Probably." Soundwave (Slenderwave)Today at 10:36 PM ((four cents a pound for watermelon, man)) ((yes yes i know, inflation, but let me dream)) Prowl (verdigrisprowl)Today at 10:36 PM ((if only)) Windchill + Rebel (chillintel)Today at 10:36 PM (( What a time to be alive. )) Sludge(Slvdge)Today at 10:36 PM //i could eat so much watermelon Blaster (boomtanknotboombox)Today at 10:37 PM "......ew." Windchill + Rebel (chillintel)Today at 10:37 PM "Even I would hesitate to put that in my mouth." Smokescreen (ask-smokescreen)Today at 10:38 PM "It looks like it has a really tasty, gooey texture, though! I bet it'd be good with some mercury syrup mixed in." Soundwave (Slenderwave)Today at 10:38 PM [[Trapped.]] Chin on hand. He'd like to see how they expect to get out now. Windchill + Rebel (chillintel)Today at 10:39 PM "It's got humans mixed in already. And a dog." How's that for flavour? Soundwave (Slenderwave)Today at 10:39 PM [[Ugh. Vile.]] Blaster (boomtanknotboombox)Today at 10:39 PM "Agreeing with Soundwave here." Prowl (verdigrisprowl)Today at 10:39 PM "... Are they going to SHOOT the power line?" Smokescreen (ask-smokescreen)Today at 10:40 PM "Oh, yeah, I guess that probably wouldn't taste great." Soundwave (Slenderwave)Today at 10:40 PM [[Electricity worked on the spider.]] Windchill + Rebel (chillintel)Today at 10:40 PM "Depending on who you ask." Prowl (verdigrisprowl)Today at 10:40 PM "...... That was actually a pretty impressive shot." Soundwave (Slenderwave)Today at 10:40 PM [[Agreed.]] [[Sensible creature. If you ask him.]] Windchill + Rebel (chillintel)Today at 10:42 PM He just...looks at Soundwave. Prowl (verdigrisprowl)Today at 10:43 PM Huffs. Windchill + Rebel (chillintel)Today at 10:43 PM "Hmm." Soundwave (Slenderwave)Today at 10:43 PM [[...What.]] Windchill + Rebel (chillintel)Today at 10:44 PM A smile is all you get. Soundwave (Slenderwave)Today at 10:44 PM He's not sure what to make of it, so he just chooses nothing. It's noted for later, though. Smokescreen (ask-smokescreen)Today at 10:44 PM "Just delicately pick the lock- yeah!" Prowl (verdigrisprowl)Today at 10:45 PM ((Delicate Lockpicking Method)) Windchill + Rebel (chillintel)Today at 10:45 PM (( I shed a tear. )) SpecsToday at 10:46 PM ((tapping out early. sorry, 'tis finals week. ilu all, I am just sleeby.)) Smokescreen (ask-smokescreen)Today at 10:46 PM ((Oh! Have a good night! And hope your finals go well :O!)) Soundwave (Slenderwave)Today at 10:46 PM ((np, you're right at th eend anyway so don't worry about missing much <3)) ((good luck on finals!)) Prowl (verdigrisprowl)Today at 10:46 PM ((get sleeb)) Windchill + Rebel (chillintel)Today at 10:46 PM He's going to subspace a single cookie for the dinobrats later. He feels a little sorry that they didn't get to play all that much. Blaster (boomtanknotboombox)Today at 10:46 PM ((good luck! Windchill + Rebel (chillintel)Today at 10:47 PM (( Good luck and good night! )) Smokescreen (ask-smokescreen)Today at 10:47 PM "Primus, I'm glad they made it. I thought they were going to go offline..." Prowl (verdigrisprowl)Today at 10:47 PM (("as long as the arctic stays cold." sounds like it's high time for a sequel!)) Soundwave (Slenderwave)Today at 10:48 PM ((there was one!)) Blaster (boomtanknotboombox)Today at 10:48 PM ((well shit Soundwave (Slenderwave)Today at 10:48 PM ((but another would sure suit it now haha)) Windchill + Rebel (chillintel)Today at 10:48 PM "Interesting." Blaster (boomtanknotboombox)Today at 10:48 PM ((yeah Windchill + Rebel (chillintel)Today at 10:48 PM (( Still pretty damned cold, trust me. )) Soundwave (Slenderwave)Today at 10:49 PM Soundwave stretches. [[Intriguing. Humans are afraid of such strange possibilities. Something to keep investigating, he thinks. But for now, he should pick up.]] Windchill + Rebel (chillintel)Today at 10:49 PM (( Set it another 100 years in the future maybe. )) Primus [the-lord-of-light]Today at 10:49 PM Angrily: Noot Noot. [didhereallydoit?] Blaster (boomtanknotboombox)Today at 10:49 PM Yawns. Okay, that's probably a sign he should be heading home. Windchill + Rebel (chillintel)Today at 10:50 PM "Well." Time to get up and collect everyone who needs a ride home. "Thanks for the cookies, Smokescreen." Smokescreen (ask-smokescreen)Today at 10:50 PM "By the way, Soundwave- this reminds me, I've got some documentaries I'd be up to watch with you privately sometime." Soundwave (Slenderwave)Today at 10:50 PM [[Oh? Send him descriptions of them. He'll see if they're worth making time for some night.]] Smokescreen (ask-smokescreen)Today at 10:51 PM Smokescreen waves at Rebel and Windchill, starting to get up as well. "You got it! I'll pick the best ones to share with you." Windchill + Rebel (chillintel)Today at 10:51 PM He snaps his fingers, Rebel's cue to lick hers clean and fetch the Dinobots in her more appropriately sized hands. How they're communicating with such simple gestures isn't anyone's business. Soundwave (Slenderwave)Today at 10:52 PM Comms, he assumes. Windchill + Rebel (chillintel)Today at 10:53 PM Very likely. Blaster (boomtanknotboombox)Today at 10:53 PM Stands up and waves. "G'night. Time for me to go home." Sludge(Slvdge)Today at 10:53 PM Sludge's only response is a sleepy snuffle. He's ready to be take home. Smokescreen (ask-smokescreen)Today at 10:54 PM Before he leaves, he's going to grab a few more sweets, to compare and try to recreate. "Good night, everyone! I've got some business to take care of." Secret business! Soundwave (Slenderwave)Today at 10:54 PM [[Goodnight.]] Windchill + Rebel (chillintel)Today at 10:54 PM "I don't wanna carry 'em the whole way." Rebel, naturally, finds something to complain about already, and Windchill offers his palm with a mildly annoyed grunt. If she places the babies there gently, it'll be fine. He had to carry her around for days at a time when she was this small, after all. He can handle it. Soundwave (Slenderwave)Today at 10:54 PM ((oh hey this song's in gotham)) Windchill + Rebel (chillintel)Today at 10:55 PM "I've got the creatures. Does anyone else need to be hauled out of here or are we good?" Soundwave (Slenderwave)Today at 10:55 PM [[That's it, he believes. The others have gone. Or are allowed to stay.]] Small nod in Primus' direction. Primus [the-lord-of-light]Today at 10:57 PM :zzz: Windchill + Rebel (chillintel)Today at 10:57 PM Windchill doesn't appear to get it, and shrugs.

"Can't say that I know where anyone else lives, anyway." Rebel scoots towards the exit, and he follows. "Goodnight, watch out for blobs." Soundwave (Slenderwave)Today at 10:58 PM [[We will. Blobs and many other things.]] And the door locks behind the last of the leaving guests. Prowl (verdigrisprowl)Today at 10:59 PM Speed trial bridge the couches back into position go. And done. Sludge(Slvdge)Today at 10:59 PM //ninii Soundwave (Slenderwave)Today at 10:59 PM ((night <3)) [[Remind him,]] turning to Prowl, [[that he has a gift for your Magnemite. The closest thing he could imagine as a tr--]]

Please hold. Taking off his visor to make sure he really saw that.

Okay, he really saw that. [[...As a treat. One day, you are going to pass him up in bridging creativity and skill. This is not a complaint.]] Prowl (verdigrisprowl)Today at 11:03 PM "I'm sure it'll appreciate it." He offers Soundwave the thinnest smirk. "And I expect you to keep competing."

Now. As much as he'd LIKE to plow Soundwave into the couch... He leans forward to look around Soundwave and give Primus a dismayed look. Soundwave obviously isn't sending him home. (Whatever qualifies as "home" for an entity that is in fact the planet on which they're currently sitting.) The couch, therefore, is unfortunately off-limits. With apologies to Frenzy and his ten shanix. Soundwave (Slenderwave)Today at 11:07 PM [[He will spend all of tomorrow contemplating how best to show off in front of you; do not worry about that.]] Quiet huff.

As for Primus... [[Let him rest. He has earned a safe space to catch up on it with that data. The twins can stay to watch over him.]] He'll try to ignore that Frenzy's already readying the snacks and shanix again. [[We, however, are under no such restrictions.]] Prowl (verdigrisprowl)Today at 11:08 PM "I certainly wouldn't disturb him." Which is the problem. He didn't want to have to relocate first before banging. But alas. Primus [the-lord-of-light]Today at 11:08 PM You know he's probably seen it all, right? Doesn't care. Enjoy. Soundwave (Slenderwave)Today at 11:09 PM Oh, it's not so terrible. Why, there might even be a small attempt to impress involved in the process of moving. Prowl (verdigrisprowl)Today at 11:10 PM Prowl doesn't frag in front of people who didn't clearly agree to be witnesses, whether or not they've seen it all. Consent is one of the three basic tenants of good BDSM. ... And good interfacing in general, in his opinion, but it seems to him that people into vanilla stuff don't pay attention to those sorts of rules the way they ought to. But do impress him, Soundwave. He's ready and waiting. Soundwave (Slenderwave)Today at 11:12 PM [[Then let us be on our way.]] He squints and looks Prowl up and down before the next bit. [[But first, two questions. Are you afraid of heights, and do you trust him?]] Primus [the-lord-of-light]Today at 11:12 PM Would they even ask him? [I'm a lazy mun. Don't mind me.] Prowl (verdigrisprowl)Today at 11:13 PM Not while he's asleep, certainly.

ooOOooo. "Not in this frame, and certainly enough to go somewhere dangerously high with you." Soundwave (Slenderwave)Today at 11:26 PM [[Good.]]

Because he's about to drop Prowl through a bridge that opens upside down and tosses him up into the open sky high, high above Iacon.

Prowl won't have time to fall for more than a moment after reaching the peak of that tiny flight. Another one opens to let Soundwave dart out and up in alt mode. In a flash, he's unfolding and scooping Prowl into his arms in mid-air, binding him close as a third bridge pops open just beneath them.

He completes the landing on the floor of his apartment, just in front of the OTHER couch, with only a slight wobble in one leg hinting at the stress of it. And plop on the couch Prowl is carefully dropped. Prowl (verdigrisprowl)Today at 11:32 PM Prowl had expected that Soundwave might be spontaneously dropping him into the sky. He was NOT expecting to be flung UPSIDE-DOWN into the sky.

He barely manages a strangled gasp before he's safely in Soundwave's arms, and flings his arms around Soundwave's shoulders as they pass through the bridge into the apartment. As they land, he stares at Soundwave's face, jaw dropped.

He doesn't let go as Soundwave plops him down. Instead, for a moment, he clings to his shoulders; and then jerks him down, hooks a leg around his thigh, and tugs him desperately into a kiss.

He was impressed. Soundwave (Slenderwave)Today at 11:38 PM A mech doesn't spend a hell of a lot of time stuck around Starscream without learning how to modify and pull off a few stunts. It just doesn't happen. Granted, Starscream probably would have let Prowl fall a lot longer before catching him, but Soundwave wanted to SURPRISE Prowl, not scare the spark out of him. Prowl wouldn't have dragged him into a kiss afterward if he'd done something like that.

And he's more than willing to let Prowl do that. He's got physical reassurances to offer and a burning need to bite those beautiful lips, and both of those are best dealt with by diving right in.

They just got all the air they needed. He won't be coming up for more any time soon. Prowl (verdigrisprowl)Today at 11:39 PM And down they both go.

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MIDI To MP3 Automated Conversion With Randomly Generated Synths

This article supplies information on frequent MIDI file format questions. Convert MP3 format to MIDI format; MIDI shops syllable characters and its quantity might be very small. Select a neighborhood file. Enter format: MP3,WAV,OGG,AAC,WMA. Once you needn't get hold of any desktop-based totally software program, chances are you'll choose to make an MP3 to MIDI conversion with online audio converter. And on this half, we might like introduce you with 2 respected MP3 to MIDI online converters - Bear File Converter and Conversion Cat. Batch mode process a number of MIDI files with one click on. Step four Convert midi to mp3 converter online recordsdata to MP3! Simply click large Convert" button on the decrease proper nook of this system to convertMIDI files into MP3 in a flash. Create new music recordsdata to play on Apple iPod and different portable MP3 players with audio CD quality. Repeat Midi File - Ctrl+T, helpful to play a tune many times.

Merely copy these two information to the C: \ Program Files \ VirtualMIDISynth \ encoders" directory as shown in the message. Conversion Cat is another excellent software which is consumer-pleasant, as well as its interface, is clear and extra comprehensible. Much like Bear File Converter, the audio information to be uploaded, may be as large as 50 MB.

The excellent quality of both the sheet music and MIDI export is fantastic. The outcomes from their AI scanner are nothing short of distinctive. The customer service has been amazing as well as their response to suggestions and have requests. We sit up for a long-term relationship with these guys. one other possibility is to make use of an internet service to convert your midi to mp3 and then import it into Audacity. This MP4 to iPhone X Video converter is completely suitable with Windows and Mac working methods (even with the latest ones). Now you possibly can play the transformed audio on iPod, iPhone, Apple TELEVISION, Pocket LAPTOP, PSP, Zune, Mobile phone, VCD, SVCD, DVD devices. On this article, we present a straightforward technique to convert the sourceMIDI information into different audio formats like MP3, WAV, WMA, AAC, M4A, etc. It is actually value a shot. Do not settle for mediocre audio quality! Speedy MIDI to MP3 Converter performs the very best-high quality conversion of MIDI recordsdata to provide audio compositions that sound just nice. Using the most recent conversion technologies, Rapid MIDI to MP3 Converter employs high-high quality sound fonts and exactly calculated spatial effects to supply some clean sound that is nice to the ear.

A sampler can document and digitize audio, store it in random-entry memory (RAM), and play it back. Samplers typically allow a user to edit a pattern and save it to a tough disk, apply results to it, and form it with the same instruments that synthesizers use. Additionally they could also be accessible in either keyboard or rack-mounted type. 2 :seventy four-eight Devices that generate sounds via pattern playback, however don't have any recording capabilities, are referred to as " ROMplers ". What makes this Intelliscore extra special as a result of it has an improved visible pitch indicator that lets you tune gadgets which are backed up with free technical assist. Not solely it might convert any audio file type to MIDI but moreover nonetheless can compose MIDI by singing or taking part in any musical instrument. Step 2. Click on Edit button to begin to rotate, flip, watermark, crop, Midi to mp3 converter online clip and improve video.The sampling principle boils all the way down to the following: a program consequently reads MIDI commands from MIDI file and in line with their content material put the samples into the Wave file. I'm looking out a instrument that can be used in Python or via the command line (preferably Home windows however Linux would even be okay) that returns awav ormp3 file for a MIDI file.We counted what number of steps each program took to complete quite a lot of duties and found that Xilisoft makes converting audio information easy and straightforward. It extracts audio from a variety of video information, together with MPEG WMV and MP4. The conversion and extraction course of take a bit longer than the most effective applications we tested, which isn't great for converting multiple large information. This program has a batch processing function that means that you can convert a number of recordsdata with one click of the mouse. You can add results like echo and chorus and normalize volume, which is useful for coverting information taken from vinyl recordings or cassette.

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How To Convert Mp3 To Midi Online Utilizing These Converters

Midi to wav free obtain - MIDI to WAV, Intelliscore Polyphonic WAV to MIDI Converter, MIDI To WAV Converter, and lots of extra packages. We maintain a database of MIdi metadata (not the actual recordsdata), you possibly can determine wether to add the information of your Midi or not. MP3 to MIDI conversion would not simply mean a conversion of audio format.MP3 is the popular audio format by any music participant.Musical Instrument Digital Interface (in brief MIDI) is a technical standard not like MP3 (an audio format). Edit the MP3 file's information. Doing so will cause the MP3 file to make use of your indicated info to categorize the song when played in a music participant like Groove or iTunes. The window that this opens lets you choose what format you prefer to iTunes to convert your recordsdata into. For the purposes of this guide we're going to select MP3 Encoder and Increased Quality (192 kbps). Click OKAY. Back in your iTunes library choose the entire songs that you just want to convert. On-line advertisements embody text, photographs, and enhanced content material that Yahoo has been paid to position in certain locations on Yahoo websites. Download (or purchase) a file conversion program. Look for a program that particularly mentions "midi to wav" or "midi to mp3". MIDI is like sheet music - it is digital sheet music, in actual fact. So what you're asking is reasonably like asking how one can convert sheet music into a CD so that you can pay attention within the car. Nicely the reply there may be "perform it and report it." Similar with MIDI. What you need is a MIDI participant that will report itself to MP3. You should use iTunes to convert track information between compressed and uncompressed codecs. For example, you may need to import some uncompressed files into iTunes as compressed files to save disk area. Examples of compressed codecs are MP3 and Apple Lossless Encoder. Participants of Zamzar's services add, convert, access and use supplies and services at their own threat. Zamzar doesn't monitor customer content material. Zamzar is not going to be liable for any damages claimed on account of Zamzar's services, midi mp3 converter download info, or merchandise. WONDERFUL MIDI Convert WAV to MIDI Launch Superb MIDI Tone File Map this to a WAV file that will be serve as your instrument. Wonderful MIDI ships with a piano and sine wave but you can find some other WAV information to make use of. Enter File Map this to the MP3. Output File This can autopopulate when you enter the MP3 file. Modify as needed. MIDI to MP3 Converter for Mac is a native application for Mac OS X to transform MIDI to MP3 and WAV codecs. MIDI information, being small and convenient for creating music, will not be supported by most of hardware players and sometimes produce different or poor sound on other units, when being played back. If you wish to convert MP3 to MIDI online, Convert Cat is also a sensible choice. In contrast with the former, Convert Cat is extra user-friendly as its interface is clean and extra comprehensible. Set the conversion settings. Click on "iTunes" within the menu bar ("Edit" menu if using Home windows) after which click on on "Preferences". Choose the "General" tab. Go down and click on "Import Settings". Then on "Import Utilizing", select "MP3 Encoder". Then save your your settings by clicking "OK". ConverterLite - Free Audio and Video Converter. ConverterLite is a free MP3 to MIDI converter for Windows customers. With over 2,500,000 downloads, ConverterLite appears to be top-of-the-line MP3 to MIDI converters obtainable. However the support is proscribed to Home windows 7, Home windows XP and Windows Vista. Convert any Video file to Audio file in Mp3 format. Take away Audio from Video(Create Mute Video). Trim Video of any format, dimension & length with identical quality Output. Convert any Video file to Audio file in Mp3 format. Take away Audio from Video(Create Mute Video). Trim Video of any format, measurement & period with same quality Output. No hidden cost.

Convert MIDI (MIDI information) to MP3 (MPEG Layer three Audio) in prime quality utilizing this free on-line file converter. MIDI Format Limitations. MIDI (music instrument digital interface) is a file format used to retailer audio from keyboard devices by recording which keys had been hit and for a way lengthy. Pistonsoft MP3 Tags Editor is a strong audio tagger to edit MP3, OGG, ASF and WMA tags of audio files. MP3 Tag Editor additionally permits you to create playlists, rename recordsdata, manage folders, export knowledge to different formats, and extra. Bear File Converter is a free online audio converter. With it, you can convert MP3 to MIDI with extremely simple steps. And the converted MIDI file is in small dimension. However it might probably only convert the audio file which is 50MB or smaller in dimension. In case you have some MP3 file that you might want to convert to multi-observe MIDI format utilizing open supply softwareвЂs, http://www.miditomp3convertor.com/ you can do it with the Audacity.