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yuzukult · 4 years

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effortlessly pt. 10 || jungkook & reader

title: effortlessly (the finale) pairing: jungkook x reader words: 4.0k genre: fluff, romance, school!au, smut some chapters notes: ;u; patience is key, epilogue coming out soon! p.s. hope you guys stay for my next jungkook series! ;u;

series: part one || part two || part three || part four || part five || part six || part seven || part eight || part nine || part ten || epilogue

The seasons come by quickly— Autumn, Winter, Spring. Last summer had come to an end with you leaving the admissions office with a plan and an answer; a decision that was made up completely by yourself.

You’re grateful for Jungkook because he doesn’t probe you about your decision and promised to wait patiently until you’re ready.

Autumn comes around with its descending leaves from the now naked trees, filling the roads with shades of golds, reds, and browns, sparse in air, leaving every scene on your walk to school like a sepia photograph. It’s the season of football, pumpkin spice lattes, pumpkin spice flavored anything, really, and Halloween. Then Winter approaches with a scare; a blanket of snow dropping over the school yard, the fields, and every corner of the entire city. Light jackets now replaced with thicker and longer ones, you can’t help but groan at the difficulty of tying your shoes with how stiff yours are.

“Ugh, why did I buy this again?”

Jungkook laughs merrily at the sight, mostly because you just look so small and cozy in your coat, struggling to reach down to your toes. He taps his thigh for you to place your foot, a grin stretching cheek to cheek. You comply as he responds, “Because it’s December, silly. You’ll be freezing standing outside wearing your little leather jacket that you think is going to make you feel warm.”

“It’s more of a fashion statement than warmth, Jeon.” He’s tying the laces of your Doc Martens, fingers nimble and cold, and thighs shivering from the remains of the snow that gets on his pants, the wetness seeping through the fabric and onto his skin. “Well, you’re going to catch a cold wearing that thing around. That’s why you need this.” When he finishes, he drops your leg down, pulling the hood of your jacket over your head snugly. “So please don’t get sick because that means that I also have to play sick to stay home and take care of you.” Jungkook is effortlessly caring.

Jungkook hates the cold. Only because it takes away a location for him to swim— outside. But this year, he doesn’t seem to hate it as much. Maybe it’s because now, you’re his, and he can replace the time he dedicated to swim outside to spend time with you instead.

Especially when he gets to see you in the Christmas Village, mouth gaping wide with a bright smiling following after, face brightened by the colorful string of lights that surround you. “Wow,” Amazed, your eyes twinkle at the view. “Now this is something to talk about.” He hates himself for not taking you here every other year, the guys convincing him that it was too romantic for two friends to go to, but he can’t help but wonder what if he took you years before and learned how much he was in love with you earlier?

You spend the holidays at his house, meeting his grandparents and extended family while your parents decide to go on a trip to Hawaii. It’s become a tradition, really, your parents ditching the whole family bonding thing, and you spending that time with Jungkook’s family instead.

His mom loves you. Although your sleepovers have slowly become stagnant because of her suspicion of you guys doing more than just movies and sleeping, she wouldn’t want anyone else to be with her son other than you.

The Jeon’s have everything set for the holidays; from the tree with presents pleasantly wrapped placed intricately underneath, to the decoration that drapes the fireplace, to the strings of tinsel and garland that cascades down the staircases, and the wreath that hangs on the front door. Ms. Jeon is obsessed with Christmas and favors nothing more, perfecting the holiday over the years for her family... well, mostly herself.

Even though Jungkook spends day and night complaining about his mom, telling her that she’s dedicating too much money and time for this ‘stupid holiday,’ he’s still the best son and tends to her every need. When she struggles in the kitchen, he’s already by her side, asking her what she needs a hand in. Or when she can’t reach a portion of the tree while decorating, there’s an annoyed expression on his face but he utilizes his towering height to help her get those spots. Jungkook is effortlessly a family man.

“So, Jungkook, I heard you got into University?” His cousin, Sooyeon, asks. She is several years older than the two of you, almost completing her undergraduate degree. “I did! I got in with an athletic scholarship.” He’s genuinely happy, the way he shares this information, like he’s finally proud of himself and how far he’s gotten in life. The obstacles he’d overcome, the effort he had invested into the sport—they all were worth it in the end. Jeon Jungkook was reaching for his dreams.

It’s New Year’s Eve and Hoseok is hosting another party.

Underaged drinking is almost a rite of passage before entering University, and although you aren’t much of a rule breaker, it feels like something you need to do. Break out of your shell, despite the discomfort of knowing the consequences because once you get into college, none of this was going to be the same anymore. You won’t get to see Hoseok standing on the table, hollering out and swaying along to the song that plays. Jimin won’t be complaining about girls who reject him constantly. Yura won’t be there to call you out on your actions. And Jungkook, whilst he promises to stay by your side forever, there’s a possibility that it won’t happen.

“You look so pretty tonight.” Jungkook compliments you in a slur, cheeks rosy from the alcohol. You look down at your current attire; a silver sequined satin cami paired with a black leather jacket and jeans. Glancing up at the boy, you laugh at the sight of his cheeks, hand reaching up to pinch them. “You think so, Jeon?”

“If I’m being honest, I think you’re always pretty.” He hums against your hand, turning his face to give it a peck. “And I’m happy I get to be here with you. I hope you never go, and I hope nothing comes between us. It’d be nice, you know, if we...” He drifts off, mind fogging with thoughts that made him giddy because he’s giggling incessantly.

“If we what, love?”

“If we got married. Then we’d be best friends then high school sweethearts that made it.” Jungkook’s words soar you to the moon. He shares the same dream, whether or not it happens.

When the clock strikes 12, in spite of his current intoxication, he doesn’t forget you. Cupping your face in his large, warm hands, lips puckering up, he smooches you all over, laughter erupting from you. Jungkook is effortlessly a happy virus.

“Has Jungkook asked you to prom yet?”

“What?” Skimming through the pages of your notebook while in homeroom, you’re only half paying attention to anything Yura is saying. You’re on a mission to find something and even Yura can’t stop you.

Winter is still lingering, mostly waiting for Spring to make its appearance and nobody else is more excited for it to come than Yura. Only because it’s prom season, of course.

“Jungkook,” She reiterates, this time louder. “Jeon Jungkook? The love of your life? Is he asking you to prom?”

“Oh, prom.” Stopping at a page, your finger browsing through the highlighted and colored writing while furrowing your brows, focusing on the task. “Uh... no?”

“No?!” Yura exclaims, startling you out of your actions. She’s got your attention now. “It’s two months away. You won’t have enough time to find a dress or test out how your makeup is going to look and the shoes! What about your shoes?”

“Well, if it has your panties in a knot, why don’t you ask him yourself?”

You regret telling her that because she does. Your comment during a time of not fully investing the entirety of your attention has brought you to this: a locker filled to the brim of red roses. There’s a card in the middle of it all, so you grab it, tear it open where in the sloppiest writing it says: turn around.

There Jungkook was, in all his beauty, standing in the middle of the hall with a box of donuts in hand, opened with the writing: i donut want to go to prom with anyone else but you!

It’s not that you hate it. No, you disgustingly love it, but you wished you had Jungkook all to yourself. He’s too great, and him standing in his uniform with donuts from your favorite bakery, you can almost feel the piercing glares from other girls down the hall. But he’s yours, nonetheless, and you didn’t wish for anything more.

Yura’s exaggeration on how long it’ll take to find a dress isn’t so much of an exaggeration when you’re shuffling through dresses in the department stores with her for the next two months, the quantity of gowns dropping by the hour. You’re grateful you found something just two weeks before the date.

Although you think the prom theme being “Hollywood” is the tackiest thing you ever heard— the sight of Jungkook standing outside of your house with both a corsage and boutonnière in hand with his hair styled back, black suit and tie with a white button up underneath, your breath hitches. He makes you feel like you’re in the presence of a celebrity; he has the ability of grabbing the attention from an entire room, despite leaning against such an old car in need of a new paint job.

In spite of it all, he seems in awe as much as you are. He thinks you’re gorgeous like this— like he’s the one who is lucky, not the other way around. You lean over, hair blown out and in a black gown that hugs your curves and compliments only the parts you wished for it to, wiping the little drip of drool that falls out the corner of his mouth. “You good, bub?”

“More than good,” he says, voice raspy. “You look... stunning.”

“Speak for yourself.” Jungkook is effortlessly handsome like this, and you wish you could keep this view all to yourself. But tonight is a time to be far from selfish.

You want to flaunt Jungkook, more than he wants to flaunt you, you convince yourself. Mostly because when you step into the gymnasium that’s fully decked out in decor, everyone’s eyes are on Jungkook.

“I think they’re all looking at you,” He would say, but you’re not stupid. Your arms are linked with a God-like man with a personality that represents it. He does nothing but help you walking in your unfamiliarity in heels, introduce you to some of his classmates that you’ve never met before, yet manages to dedicate enough time for just the two of you, dancing the night away, whispering sweet nothings into your ears before pressing his lips against your forehead delicately.

Jungkook wins Prom King that night while some pretty girl in your grade named Nayeon wins Prom Queen. He doesn’t devote his dance to her though, he apologizes and takes your hand instead.

When he takes you home that night, the only expectation you had was to go home, shower and change into your sleepwear and sit by the window sill to talk the hours away with Jungkook from across the way.

But it’s prom. So you drive with him down the shore, wearing a spare hoodie he leaves in the trunk of his car for days that get cold after practices, and holds your hand while you stomp barefooted in the sand. He’s so pretty under the moonlight, you take note, the way that it shines on the bridge of his nose, brightens the shade of brown his orbs are, and brings warmth into his smile and laughs when you share stories about your high school years.

The two of you make love in the backseat of his car with the sunroof opened, under the moon. Although it feels corny to do and such a cliché concept to have sex on prom night, it doesn’t feel that way with Jungkook. You argue that his car might not be able to take the constant movements, but Jungkook doesn’t care. He just wants to shower you with kisses and love throughout the hours that pass by.

When you come back to school the following Monday, Yura sits backwards nervously in her chair, staring at a letter that sits on your desk. Furrowing your brows in confusion, you gesture the piece of paper with your chin. “What’s up with that?”

“It’s... a letter, from Le Cordon Bleu. Pretty much to the equivalent to an Ivy League for culinary schools.”

Oh. Now you understand why the air felt weird. Quickly, you shuffle into your seat and slide off your backpack onto the floor. “Okay, well. What are you waiting for? Open it!”

She whimpers. “I’m scared.”

“Well, you told me to stop being scared and just do it. So, bitch, do it.”

While protesting, she does as told. Tearing the envelope open and the unraveling of the sheet of paper was nerve wrecking, possibly even more for you.

“I... got in.” Holy shit. “You got in?”

“Guess who’s going to France, bitch!”

It’s a reality, this sight of your best friend; the brightest smile on her face, cheekbones defined from the excitement in her. A dream she had, a dream that you never even knew had been a priority in her life, was coming true.

Whether or not it was jealousy, you were proud of her regardless. Yura was able to attain her goals before even graduating high school. After further research, you learned that there were many locations for this school, and her dream was to be able to expand her knowledge throughout all those countries.

You’re tired of hearing him talk about his plans for the future where it sounded like none of the routes included you. Jungkook goes on from when the sun rises to the sun sets about what he wants to do in life, where he wants to go, and where he hopes to be at whatever age. You could listen to him talk for hours like it's a song on repeat that you never grow to hate, but today, it felt inconsistent. He had all these things he wanted to do but where were you?”

“Where do I even fit in all of this?” You finally get the courage to blurt.

Jungkook’s forehead is creased in disbelief at your outburst. “What are you talking about?”

“Well,” you start, fumbling with the fabric of your shirt, “you haven’t even mentioned me once. It’s like you’re also planning for your escape out of this relationship.”

He’s fuming. It’s been a while since he’s been this mad, especially since your last huge argument had nearly been a year ago. Otherwise, with Jungkook, there had been small disagreements that were recoverable but it feels different this time. “You don’t get to be upset with me for planning a future without you because if I’m being totally honest, you still haven’t told me what you decided that day you walked into that office, and I’m feeling rather insecure about whether or not you trust me!”

“Don’t hate me,” eyes glassy and voice wavering, your bottom lip is quivering, on the verge of tears of pure fear that Jungkook would resent you for your decision. “I told the recruiter to give that position away to someone else.”

“And why would I be mad at that?” He says, pulling you into his embrace, pressing a chaste kiss against your cheek before nuzzling his nose into the crook of your neck. “I’m sorry I lashed out. I’m glad you came to that decision, I’m glad you’re telling this. Even if it’s not on the sidelines of the swimming pool with me, nagging at me what to do. Because you’ll still be there to support me.”

Your shoulders slouch, still feeling guilty wash over you like a tidal wave. “I just didn’t want you to be upset because of how much effort you went through to get me there. To even get me that offer.”

“I didn’t do anything, love.” Before a tear can escape further down your face, he swipes it away with the pad of his thumb after he pulls away. “You did that all yourself. They found you, knew who you were, and loved you. I just led them to find you. So, what did you decide on instead if you didn’t take that apprenticeship? Are you attending another University?”

“No,” You respond abruptly, rubbing your head into his chest again, muttering your next words into the fabric of his shirt. “She told me that it doesn’t take away my opportunity to still attend University there. So I enrolled there as undecided.”

There’s silence between the two of you before he finally speaks up. “Undecided?”

You don’t want to face him. Especially if the expression on his face may show disappointment, and that’s the least thing you want to do to Jungkook on your list. “Yes.” You mumble. “I didn’t know what I wanted to do, but I thought at least going to college and trying to figure out while I’m there would be at least a start in the right direction.”

Grasping you by the shoulders, he tugs you away to clearly see your face. Finally meeting his gaze, his face showed the opposite. A gleaming smile pulling on the edges of his lips with eyes that shine and sparkle underneath this lighting, you’re stunned by his reaction. “I’m so proud of you!”

“What?” Lips swollen from the crying, you pout, almost bursting out in hyperventilating tears because you didn’t want this to end before college even starts. “You chose something. You made a decision on your own, solely based on what you felt was the best for you, not because you wanted to make someone else happy. That’s all I ever wanted for you.” Jungkook is effortlessly unselfish because he wants you to be his personal coach, yet he’s telling you to do what you want to do. “I just want you to be happy. I’m happy if you are.”

“But... I should be honest with you.” He’s the one who seems uneasy now, chewing on his bottom lip anxiously. “I... not only accepted the scholarship, but they want to send me to the States for a couple months in the summer for training with Taehyung.”

You’re not stupid. What that’s code for is that there’s a chance they’re going to keep Jungkook there, offer him another University scholarship elsewhere in the States, and continue his training. How could they not? With the way he swims, his drive and ability to adapt to any situation, he’s desirable to any team. He might not be yours anymore, and as much as you wished you could keep him all to yourself, he’s Jungkook. Who wouldn’t want him?

You learned that ever since you met him. Jungkook is so wonderful, he’s meant to be shared, and everyone should know him. He’s the spark in your life that you never knew you needed until you meet him.

It only sucked because it felt like once you finally got him, it’s already time to let him go.

Yet when you see him standing by your side in the crowd of people in your class, on a large patch of grass that they call a football field, cap and gown in the shades of your school colors, you can’t hate anyone for wanting a piece of him. He’s only eighteen but he’s managed to accomplish so many of his goals in such a short span of time. He’s able to catch the attention of an audience bigger than the crowd at Madison Square Garden. He was able to swoon the majority of the female population in your high school. Jungkook did what even he thought was impossible, he did more than exceed his own expectations.

So when you’re standing with your diplomas in hand after throwing your cap in the air, the grin that’s glued onto his face does everything to your heart. How lucky were you to experience a first love like Jeon Jungkook?

There wasn’t much time left. Graduation is over, degrees now in hand, and futures that are waiting for your attendance.

It’s Summer again, the excruciating heat beaming from the sun’s rays reappearing, an entire year passing by since your confession to Jungkook. Although you’d rather be spending your anniversary in the next few days leading up to it, there’s a different occasion tonight under this familiar sweltering heat.

Jungkook leaves tomorrow at noon for America yet he’s procrastinating the remaining stuff he needs to pack for his trip. Well, he says it’s a trip, but you have a feeling that his stay is going to be longer than anticipated.

If you’re being truly honest with yourself, you’re scared. Eighteen, best friend/boyfriend who had been with you your entire life is leaving for the unknown. Your other best friend is leaving to pursue her dreams elsewhere as well, alone and without anyone to support her physically.

But you can’t help but think about yourself. What did this mean for you, someone who was losing the most important people in her life that were all going to hunt their aspirations, while you were just... undecided?

Laying in the field of grass, head resting comfortably on Jungkook’s arm while his other sits on his chest, the two of you admire the sunset in the midst of your silence. The hues of red, pink, orange, and yellow fill the sky, dancing and blurring into one another, gifting you a sight that you’re grateful to view with Jungkook. It was going to be a while before you got to see him again, and you’re hopeful that it’ll feel just the same.

“Three months,” He’d repeat constantly, every time he sees the pain in your expression. You both had gone so long without truly being each other, and now that you finally fessed up your hidden emotions, it’s hard to let go. “It’s only going to be for three months. Then you’d have me again.”

“But you don’t know that.” You’d say, heart tightening in agony. “There’s so much of this world that wants you, Jungkook. University is just one of the potential first stops. Someone is going to take you away, whether you like it or not. You just have too much talent and potential.” Jungkook doesn’t agree with you, but he doesn’t voice this. Not tonight, at least, if it’s the last time he gets to be with you for a while.

Just like the sun, Jungkook eventually has to go away. He leaves for the States with Taehyung to train for the summer, projecting that he’d be back in time for the fall semester to start University with you. Even through texts and phone calls you get from him, he can’t give you a date when he’d be back, but he misses you dearly. You want to stay hopeful that he does return, attending classes with you again, study-dates, meeting up for coffee afterwards, have lunch and dinner, and continue your sleepovers, maybe even find an apartment and move in together.

Yet again, Jungkook... he’s effortlessly Jungkook. The guy loved by everyone, yet has the hardest time loving himself. The guy who has such a promising future, one that’s almost a guaranteed dream come true for him. There’s no need for exchanges of ‘I love yous,’ because you know he does, yet you don’t want to hold him back, so you let him go. Whether or not he comes back for the fall semester, you’re not sure, but one thing you do know is that Jeon Jungkook will be your first everything, and your current everything.

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artificialqueens · 4 years

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Things That Were (Branjie) - pureCAMP

A/N - … Hi.

I won’t get into it, I don’t think I need to. But here’s a return no one expected, at least.

I wrote this based on some Feelings I have and also Jinkx’s song The Auld Lang Syne Song from… Christmas Queens 3? It has this beautiful sad, wistful, nostalgic kind of feel and it made me nostalgic for love and that strange time between Christmas and New Years. Largely sad, mostly bittersweet. Dedicated to my love Ortega, and in part for the nostalgia fic challenge.

I appreciate any and all support I’ve been given over these past months.

You have a new memory from (1) years ago!

Brooke swipes across absent-mindedly. She doesn’t think much about it, they pop up all the time in the holiday season. There’s a little loading screen, decorated with animated tinsel, that flashes in her face before every ounce of breath is knocked out of her body.

This is what dying feels like. Brooke wonders if there’s a loading screen before entrance into the afterlife. She supposes it would allow the dead some time to adjust, at least.

It’s a perfect, filtered picture. The Christmas tree looks beautiful, even as the pine dies, all decked in shades of red and gold, glittering twists and lights that twinkle gently enough to lull you to sleep. It stands tall in the background of the photo, illuminating everything with a cosy glow. At the forefront of the image, Brooke is that kind of happy, sleepy, warm drunk. Full of Baileys, probably, and little mini mince pies and leftover chocolate from boxes opened and half-finished. There’s a glass of red wine behind her, slightly visible on the table. She’s cradling Henry to her chest, kissing the top of his head.

Vanessa is next to her. The remnants of plum lipstick still on her lips, grinning, Apollo in her arms. She’s beautiful. She looks and feels like how Christmas is supposed to - welcoming, kind, gentle, sweet. And Brooke knows that she’s drunk too, and right after this she burst into laughter and her foghorn voice shattered the cosiness and it was so right and so them. And she knows how her stomach had twisted horribly after they took it.

It’s perfect. She won’t share this one. It will stay in her archives. It’s really been a year, huh.

The cats look at her accusingly, as if they know. They probably do know. They know everything about Brooke. Every flaw, every fault. If they could speak, she knows they’d ask for Vanessa instead of her. Well, tough. Vanessa’s gone, Brooke thinks, almost aggressively as if she’s trying to telepathically tell them so. Vanessa’s been gone for a year.

Or has she? Vanessa isn’t the one who left. Vanessa isn’t the one who walked out without warning, who pretended the bliss was as blissful as it looked and then ran from it all. No, no, that was Brooke.

She shuts off her phone, clicks the button to make the picture fade to black. The switch from warm and bright to black is jarring. It’s probably how Vanessa felt, waking up to an empty bed.

“Brookieeeeee,” Vanessa sings. She’s grinning, cheesing so hard that her eyes have disappeared, nothing but the flicker of a fake eyelash visible from them. “Brooklyn Briiiiiidge…”

Brooke turns, laughing, and waves away the whistles and teasing mumbles from their friends. “Vanjie?”

She pushes her lips together and makes kissy noises, wordlessly begging. Brooke gently holds her chin, lifts her head, kisses. She tastes like cinnamon and nutmeg and chocolate, a festive concoction of things that Brooke usually hates but loves on her. Vanessa looks amazing in gold and she’s an Oscar from head to toe, sparkling, beautiful.

Akeria makes pointed eye contact with Brooke, then mimes gagging herself with two fingers.

Vanessa rolls her eyes, the fondness on her face so evident that it could light up the entire bar. “I love you.”

And Brooke kisses her. The kiss says what it needs to.

Christmas a whole year ago. Brooke made a series of decisions. Stupid ones, maybe. Definitely. She doesn’t know who she’s kidding.

Funny how she finds it so hard to kid herself. Apparently, she had no issue kidding Vanessa.

A little while after Silky comments that Brooke really shouldn’t still be living in the shithole apartment she rented at 20, she realises that as rude and bluntly honest it had seemed at the time, she’s right. She resolves not to mention this to Silky, in case her ego inflates too far and she flies away like Aunt Marge (she thinks this with love), and starts looking online. And it’s impossible.

So out comes the phone, because there’s only one person to go to for this. For anything. Because she’s always there and she’s always willing and she only ever wants some quality time as payment.

B: Vanjie [8.22pm]

B: Vanjerella….. [8.22pm]

B: Vanessaaaaaa [8.23pm]

V: brooke lynn hytes [8.24pm]

B: Not the full name… am I in trouble? [8.24pm]

V: do u wanna be? ;) [8.24pm]

B: Hmm… I’ll think about it… [8.24pm]

B: Anyway I need your heeeeeelp [8.24pm]

V: i gotchu boo [8.25pm]

V: what u need baby [8.25pm]

B: Cutie [8.25pm]

B: I’m going apartment hunting, help me look? Idk what to even look for [8.25pm]

V: exciting!!!!!! [8.26pm]

V: babyyyyy this is so exciting for u omg!!! I love moving [8.26pm]

V: i hope i can help!! im usually terrible at this but i think we’ll have fun!! [8.26pm]

V: although i gotta wonder what made u ask me instead of somebody smart like nina [8.27pm]

B: Ah shit, great point nvm I’ll ask her [8.28pm]

B: Jk. Asked u because ur always here visiting, may as well find something u like as well <3 [8.28pm]

V: u bout to make a bitch cry [8.29pm]

Vanessa was over in maybe ten minutes tops, Brooke remembers. It was like she could read Brooke’s mind, and she’d brought coffee for them both to keep them going and even a little bag of kitty treats from the place she’d stopped at (“a guy was sellin’ them outside and I felt a little sorry for him in the cold so I bought ‘em. They’re good, the ones you usually get!”). They were up for hours scrolling, and then searching in person just so that she could act as a second opinion.

Brooke stands up from the couch and walks slowly, heavily, towards the window. Her Christmas tree is silver this year, silver and purple, and as pretty and icy as it had seemed when she decorated it, it feels cold and desolate now. It reflects on the glass and for a moment it’s hard to focus on the world outside when the world inside is so disturbed, but she manages. Dark as it is, the lights of the city are never gone, and she has a beautiful view of a metropolitan paradise laid out beneath her.

Vanessa loved the view. She picked it, in a way. Brooke was unsure about the viewing, and Vanessa wheedled, tugging her arm and telling her she’d love it.

She did love the view. But it was Vanessa’s view, that she saw first, that she loved first. Now it just makes Brooke feel sick. Sick at herself. Like it’s not hers to look at, and she shouldn’t.

She looks away.

A change of scenery helps to calm the mind, Brooke thinks. Nina told her that once, she vaguely recalls, as she sobbed helplessly into the arms of the only one who would listen. The only one who didn’t think of her as a raging evil bitch, and more of a hopeless coward instead. It’s not much better, but it’s a small comfort given how much she hates herself for it. She’s more inclined to go with what the rest of them all thought after it happened.

It’s late, anyway. Maybe it really is time to read a book and push down the thoughts and try to sleep away the regret.

“Oh god, oh god. Vane- fuck,” She breathes.

Waves of pleasure shoot through her, beginning deep in her belly and sending shockwaves all up Brooke’s back. Her hands grasp at the sheets around her head, desperate, clinging, her mind and body totally incognizant of each other. Her body is on fire, and her mind isn’t even functioning correctly.

Vanessa’s mouth is hot and fast and her tongue is skilled, and every time she grazes over her clit with the swift, feather-light touches Brooke thinks she’s going to pass out. Her fists grab tighter and her toes curl and a gasp floats from her lips, accidental, unstoppable. She manages to tear one hand away and threads it into Vanessa’s dark hair, urging her to keep going.

“Don’t stop, don’t stop, fuck…” She manages.

The goddess between her legs doesn’t stop, not until long after the inaudible mumblings have stopped falling from Brooke’s lips and her breaths are finally starting to slow, and she wonders how Heaven is meant to be above them when she feels herself sinking into it right now. Brooke thinks absent that maybe Heaven is here and everything else is Hell because nothing feels like being with Vanessa feels, and when they’re naked and intertwined and breathless and warm maybe they’re closer to God than they’ll ever be.

She catches herself before three words make their way out.

“God, this fucking mattress…” Is what she ends up producing. It’s digging into her back, lumpy and old. She’s only just noticed, in truth.

Vanessa’s head lifts, her makeup smudged in a way that feels beyond sinful to look at. She licks her lips coyly, sucks off her finger, and offers a lazy, heady sort of smile.

“The mattress? That’s all you got, boo?”

She’s laughing, happy, delirious. Brooke laughs too. “I don’t have to say anything about you. Isn’t the state of me enough?”

It is. On her back, chest peppered with bruises not yet formed, chest rising and falling beyond her control, legs still twitching slightly. Brooke’s completely spent, blissed out, exhausted. Vanessa’s still worn out from hers and yet her tongue is musical and the melodies were handcrafted by all the muses of the ancient world.

Still smiling, Vanessa shifts so she’s hovering on top of Brooke and then leans down to kiss her, their bodies colliding, Brooke tasting herself on the lips of her lover. It’s nights like these that make her feel like the world is a good place to be. That everything is fixable, everything is brilliant.

“We should get you a new mattress, baby,” Vanessa tells her when they break apart. “And I’ll probably never leave.”

Brooke forces a laugh, but the idea isn’t laughable. Vanessa and Forever go hand in hand, somehow.

And they do go shopping for a mattress for Brooke’s place. They wander through stores and discuss mattress firmness and size and height and flop down until they feel as though they’re ready to drop, and then Vanessa lands on one and yells “BROOKIE!” so loud that her voice - that goddamn voice - almost shatters the glass. She’s laying down with a beam on her face like nothing Brooke’s ever seen, pure sunshine, and she clearly has the best taste in mattresses because when she buys it, Brooke’s never slept so good in her life.

The bed is cold. Brooke deserves a cold bed. She left Vanessa in one, so it’s the least she can deal with it.

They weren’t always at Brooke’s - sometimes it was Vanessa’s too, for the sake of variety. Looking back on those memories makes Brooke feel like the biggest idiot in the world. Which she is, of course, and she knows it. But even here, the mini Christmas tree is cold and isolated, and Vanessa gave it to her as an early gift last Christmas, and Vanessa chose the mattress, and Vanessa picked the view. Brooke stares at everything that Vanessa has touched in her life and wonders why in the world she let herself ruin something so good. It’s selfish and stupid and self-sabotaging and that angel of a woman deserves so much more.

She thinks about sharing the picture. She could caption it with that song, ‘Now I’m in the house you chose and the bed you bought to face your perfect view’, and that could be her apology. Because she knows all too well she’s too much of a blind coward to say it properly. And Vanessa won’t see it even if she does share, because they’re not friends anymore. Someone will get it to her - probably Silky - but that’s not worth it.

Brooke opens her phone again, and swipes away from the picture before she does something stupid. Then she opens her texts.

B: Are you busy? [10.11pm]

B: Oh shit sorry, just saw Yvie’s insta, u guys are out tonight. Ignore this x [10.13pm]

N: No no! They’re out, I’m home because I was working all day and I was too tired :( [10.19pm]

N: What do you need hun? <3 [10.20pm]

B: If ur tired it’s okay, I’ll talk to u another time x [10.20pm]

N: Shut up. I’m here [10.21pm]

N: I think I know what’s going on. Right time of year [10.21pm]

B: I’m just an idiot, idk [10.22pm]

N: Nope. Stay where you are, I’m coming over. [10.22pm]

N: Did she text you? [10.24pm]

B: She’s not that stupid lmao why would she [10.24pm]

Nina is the only one who bothered to ask what the hell was going on when it happened. It’s not like Brooke can blame the others, and she doesn’t either. If someone did that to her best friends, she would be the same. And she is the same - she hates herself passionately for it. But Nina has this untraceable kindness to her, this unfathomable tenderness that seems to have no beginnings, no ends, no limits. It flows so freely from her, like a gift.

She has no idea how much time passes by crying and looking blankly at her phone, or even any idea when she started crying, but the doorbell rings and Brooke answers it already in tears and Nina sweeps her into a hug like it’s the easiest thing in the world, and maybe it is. To love your friends is easy and natural, like taking a breath in clean air.

To love someone special is like inhaling in water, drowning, getting lost. And you have to be content with the helplessness in order to survive it, or at least strong enough to swim and keep it going. You can’t just sink. Brooke couldn’t handle drowning.

“I’m a fucking idiot,” She weeps into Nina’s arms, once her choking sobs settle into streaming tears. It’s not better, just different. “I wanted to be with her forever and that was so fucking scary.”

Nina rubs her back. “Breathe, breathe. It’s okay, it’s gonna be okay.”

“Is- is she okay?”

Stupid question. Brooke isn’t sure she even wants to know.

The hug finishes; they’re on the couch again. Nina pulls out her phone, frowning, and pauses like she’s thinking. She looks guilty, which is unusual.

“I would never normally show a friend’s text, y’know? It’s private, I don’t do all that betraying trust stuff. But I know she’ll delete these tomorrow morning and I think you should see them before she does.”

V: so its been a ear then hasnr it [10.56pm]

V: a year of fwithout brook [10.56pm]

V: honestly fuck her yknw what i man [10.56pm]

V: she fuckin broke mt heart man why did she do that [10.56pm]

V: i miss her an the stupid vats so muhc [10.57pm]

V: tha sonf auld lang syne plaed earlier in the bar bef4 eht club [10.57pm]

V: very apropaotye hahahahksjkdh [10.57pm]

V: may rhe acwanriance be forgot forever and fuckung ever [10.57pm]

V: is okay i can lobe w the bitternness [10.57pm]

V: i just kisd girls unt il it dont hurt [10.57pm]

Brooke sobs. Again, loud, shaking, broken. Because Vanessa is hurting so much even a year after it happened and everything feels so raw and it’s entirely her own fault for crushing the dream they were building.

“I miss her so fucking much, I don’t know why- I don’t know why I walked out,” She babbles, helpless and hopeless and hurt. “I’m fucking lying, Nina, I know why, I know why I did it. Why did I fucking-”

She knows all too well. Because Vanessa helped her pick an apartment and Vanessa picked her bed and Vanessa loved her cats. Because Brooke could imagine them getting married and growing old and it had barely been four months by the time Christmas and New Years were rolling around and everything seemed so serious and so intense, and that didn’t mean it wasn’t fun but it was scary in the same breath because speed was terrifying.

Brooke is bitter, but only at herself.

New Years Day. January 1st, a brand new year, a bright new start. The frost glistens freshly on the undisturbed morning, and all across the city, singles and couples sleep through the dawn, hungover or still passed out drunk, party hats akimbo, party blowers still suspended in smudged lipsticky mouths.

It’s early, enough that the daylight is blinding but pale and faded. Vanessa’s bedroom has the huge window that she never covers, and she sleeps through it like the dead. Brooke wakes up and looks around.

She looks at everything but Vanessa, but eventually her gentle snuffling is too much to ignore and she looks down at her beautiful sleeping form. She’s a disaster, hair everywhere and glitter still all over her face, and she’s the most breathtaking woman in the entire wide world. Something heavy and all encompassing sweeps into Brooke’s chest, and she can identify it by name. It’s only four letters, but it strikes a fear in her like an old god from a lost world. She needs to vomit. She needs to run. She needs an escape.

Before she even knows who she is again, any of the things that ended up staying half their time at Vanessa’s are stuffed into a couple of carrier bags and she’s in her dress from the party and out of the door into the cold winter air, panicked, unable to breathe.

It’s a heart attack, she thinks. Or a panic attack. It’s an attack that feels like it’s going to kill her, and she runs away, and she runs all the way home and barricades the door shut, dropping her belongings on the floor, numb and confused and cold. It’s the start of the new year and she begins it alone, hyperventilating.

Within a couple of days the worried texts subside and the angry vengeful ones start flooding in, and just like that Brooke’s lost the best thing that ever happened to her and all of her friends along with it. Because she got up on new year’s day and abandoned Vanessa fast asleep and that was the end.

It’s ugly and chilling, how much she cries into Nina’s gentleness. The only thing that stops her is, ironically, the thing that makes her feel worse, the characteristic ‘ping!’ of Nina’s phone, undoubtedly more drunk texts.

V: i hoper he fucjibg bubble bursts this tie of year [11.23pm]

V: every jhanduary first for the rest of hersitnkin life [11.23pm]

“I deserve it,” Brooke whispers hoarsely, “But she doesn’t. She never did.”

“Neither of you do,” Nina tells her sadly. “They don’t all hate you, they hate what you did the way friends always do when breakups happen. You both deserve to be happy. And both of you have been dreading New Year’s for this exact reason.”

It hurts to hear, and Brooke wishes she doesn’t have to listen, but her friend is so goddamn wise it feels stupid not to.

“Two days until it’s officially New Year.” Nina kisses her hand. “Can you keep living like this, Brooke?”

It’s not like she even has to say it for Brooke to understand. “She hates me.”

Nina shakes her head. “No she doesn’t. She loves you.”

“That’s worse.”

“You love her.”

“I know.”

“You got scared.”

“I still am.”

“Face your fears.” Nina holds her at arm’s length, forcing her to look right into her face. “This hurts more than what blundering through it would, surely? Fire doesn’t always mean you get burned, sweetie. Sometimes it just warms you.”

She makes no fucking sense.

“I can’t play with Vanessa like that again.” Brooke swears. “I can’t.

The transitional period between Christmas and New Year doesn’t feel like real time. It’s just liminal space, a waiting room of chronology, a suspension in space. If she’s honest, trying now causes no harm, because it’s like it didn’t even happen. Maybe she should, maybe she will.

Eventually Nina leaves, pressing a kiss to her forehead and promising that somehow everything is going to be okay. She’s like a fairy godmother, Brooke thinks to herself. Always knowing, always positive, and total magic to behold.

She’s awake all night long just staring at the time on the top of her phone, lying in bed sideways and wondering if she’ll do it. It has to be right. It can’t be when she’ll still be awake and drunk and angry. But it can’t be on the anniversary of her biggest fuck up, because that just feels like some kind of sick joke and that’s not what she wants.

The entire night passes. At six am, her finger hovers over the send button for a full three minutes. She counts the seconds.

B: I fucked up. If u’ll have me, I’ll never mess u around again. I didn’t know I could love someone so much and then u came along and everything sped up and I wasn’t fast enough. I shouldn’t have thrown away what we had when it was as close to perfect as anything can get. This message is all me me me I I I but if ur okay with it, I think new year should begin right this time. I’ll hold u and I won’t let go, and u don’t even have to hold me as long as ur here. Everything is up to u. I’ll learn to live with what I did if u say no. Because I totally get why u should hate me. I hate me too, kinda. U did nothing wrong. U were and will always be perfect. [6.03am]

B: Full disclosure is I was scared of how much and how quick I loved u. But it didn’t go away even when I hurt u. I was stupid to do that, and I don’t wanna do another year in the shadow of that massive mistake. [6.05am]

B: I won’t say it here, because thats cheap for u. But I’ll say it when I see u again. I promise, and I want to [6.13am]

She falls asleep with her phone in her hand after being awake all night long.

She wakes up four hours later.

V: ur dumb [9.51am]

V: theres a party at yvies for new years yknow [9.52am]

V: im not saying ill kiss u at midnight but [9.52am]

V: fuck around and find out [9.52am]

(tags: purecamp, branjie, brooke lynn hytes, vanessa vanjie mateo, lesbian au, things that were, fic challenge, nostalgia challenge, nina west)

#rpdr fanfiction #purecamp #branjie #brooke lynn hytes #vanessa vanjie mateo #lesbian au #things that were #fic challenge #nostalgia challenge #nina west #s11 #(you will always have a place here! -v)

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Glitter - suggested by @phoenixmetaphor3000

@huntress79 - Idea: Dum-E teams up with Steve (other Avengers optional) to bring some Christmas cheer to their favorite in-house Grinch (aka Tony XD) Massive amounts of Glitter involved

@rebelmeg - tony kind of has an accidental thing for glitter. it's not his fault. the iron man suit has a glitz and glamour of its own, he's always told his eyes sparkle, and his favorite tie pin is that gaudy ruby one that pepper hates. he loves the stars, the way sunlight sparkles on the waves outside his malibu mansion, and he can't really be blamed when a tiny speck of glitter under a certain someone's eye catches his attention one december day.

@psychiccatpanda - Clint refills DUM-E's fire extinguisher with purple and silver glitter as revenge for Tony making Clint's most recent armor change to red and gold with body heat. Hijinks ensue.

@lbibliophile-mcu - Decorating the Christmas tree, the Avengers get into an argument over who is responsible for the missing tinsel. Half an hour later they find it, in a tangled web draped all over Dum-e. He objects strenuously to its removal, but eventually concedes to their assistance in rearranging the strands so he can still move.

@huntress79 - The Avengers are invited to a Charity gala, but they have to wear costumes that are NOT their usual ones. And of course, Tony can't resist an opportunity to rile up a certain Captain, just a little bit. Best way to do so: a dare, in this case who wears the most glittery costume. But what Tony didn't expect was that Steve comes up with his own counterdare... (author's choice ;))

@darthbloodorange - [Stony] - It's pride, so there was bound to be some glitter floating around, it was inevitable. But this much? Someone was obviously being irresponsible with glitter and needs to be given a warning for the good of the world (and the Tower's cleaning bots). Tony follows the trail of glitter... all the way to Steve's room? Does this mean that Tony's crush on Steve actually stood a chance of being more than just a crush.

@ralsbecket - It was Steve's first Father's Day being Morgan's step-dad, and Tony helps her with cooking breakfast in bed and sprinkling red, white, and blue glitter on a handmade card (not particularly in that order). Steve still finds glitter everywhere weeks later.

@rebelmeg - i can't art very well, but i want art of the aftermath of tony opening a glitter bomb that rhodey left out for him

@huntress79 - (Stony) - During a mission in space, Tony and Steve are stranded on a planet, with no immediate way to get back. After a while, they encounter tiny little beings who introduce themselves as fairies. But while they can't fulfill their wish to get home (for whatever reasons), they might be inclined to use their glittery fairy dust for something else… (could also be used for a crossover with Hook/Peter Pan)

@rebelmeg (with some inspirational help from @dreaminglypeach) - tony coming home with glitter all over his suit and looking super smug, and everyone IMMEDIATELY assumes strippers. but of course it's gotta something completely different and silly. like... he wandered through the christmas department at the store and slipped on something and ended up sprawled on the glitter strewn floor

@yesmooshoe - Tony is somehow de-aged to around 5. The Avengers do their best to take care of him while they figure out what to do, but don't keep a constant eye on him. Tony likes all of his new friends though and wants to do something special for them, so he acquires a bunch of glitter and glue (maybe jarvis helps? maybe thor likes crafting? fuck knows.) Tony proceeds to embellish everyone's stuff - glitter all of steve's shield, thor's hammer, glitter all over Clint's arrows (which really throws off the balance but he can't be mad), and even a weird-looking red and yellow robot suit. When Tony is finally returned to normal he's upset with his younger self for how haphazardly he glued all the glitter to his suit, because it could have looked super cool if done well.

Collaborative effort that started with strippers and then went off the rails

Glitter lube

Scratchy, what a terrible idea

oh my god but imagine shitting out glitter

Edible glitter

Edible glitter on cakes

Edible glitter exiting the human body

So many glitter poop jokes and anecdotes

@ralsbecket - The Avengers are forced undercover for a mission to catch a villain red-handed, and this villain just so happens to work from the basement of a strip-club. Tony draws the short straw, but at least he can choose his own stripper name.

@lbibliophile-mcu - He's sure it looks very pretty. Gentle waves ruffling the surface of the bay. Each strand of grass on the dunes lined in perfect crystals of frost. Dawn sun painting the sky pink. And right there is the problem: dawn sun. It is far too early to have to deal with all these stray rays of light stabbing through his eyes.

(More under the cut!)

Vices - suggested by @ralsbecket

@huntress79 - (Stony) - Steve's a hard working cop on the vice, Tony's his "favorite" frequent delinquent (aka Tony's a bit of a bad boy who usually gets arrested by Steve, for rather minor things, but Tony can't shut up when Steve's around, so it's more for his talking than anything else) (Steve, of course, can be replaced by any other character, whatever floats your boat XD)

@rebelmeg - tony kicked a lot of these habits a long time ago. it's been ages since he's been high, or slept around, or partied until he literally dropped. but around this time in december, he's allowed a few of his other vices. his need for near-constant touch and attention. drinking. staying up to keep the nightmares away, and being coaxed to bed when he's so exhausted he's asleep before his head eats the pillow. eating all the food he loves that aren't that great for him. it's okay, though. this time of year, he's allowed.

@lbibliophile - "... This is not the worst thing you've caught me doing." And it was in that moment - confronted by the picture he made trapped in the grip of supposedly-helpful machinery - that Tony decided he really needed to prioritise a better way of getting the suit on and off.

@rebelmeg - some kind of profile art with the arc reactor depicted as one half of a vice clamped on tony's chest

@dreaminglypeach - vices: DUM-E was only trying to help squishy-dad with his work. He didn’t mean to get his hand stuck in a vice. If only sky-dad would stop chastising him and call for help…

@Magicadraconia16 - Dum-E does not understand why everyone keeps saying that vices are bad. They're very helpful tools! He loves the one that Tony gave him for his very own. He can show everyone, then they'll see! If only he can get it off of U's arm, first…

@huntress79 - Knowing that Tony will fall back to some of his old vices as soon as December rolls around, the whole Tower teams up to keep him from doing so (can be gen aka Avengers as a family, or end with your favorite partner for Tones)

@psychiccatpanda - [potential WinterIron] Bucky has been researching everyone on the team and it seems like the media has nothing better to do than to gossip about Tony Stark's vices - women, booze, and expensive cars mostly. The trashier gossip bloggers openly speculated on what (or who) Tony's latest mistake would be. When Bucky gives Tony a judgmental look after he's returned from being out (much longer than the hour Stark had said he'd be gone), Tony frowns. The bag clanks like metal. What the hell had Tony meant when he'd said he needed to 'go pick up some new vices'?? ((hint - it's actual vices. It always takes longer at Home Depot or any hardware store because Tony has to look at everything before he leaves!))

@tehroserose - [Stony] Steve had only one vice. Well, two, but they were related. He loved watching Tony's backside, and he loved getting him angry. The genius was so alive when he was angry, and then he was treated to a wonderful view of the amazing backside. Bucky was about ready to smack him upside the head for his kindergarten way of having a crush.

@darthbloodorange - [Stony] - Before the serum there was a lot of things Steve couldn't experience, whether it was because of his conditions or lack of money. Steve's favourite thing about the 21st Century is all the foods and flavours. Being able to eat things he couldn't eat before. Being able to taste things he wouldn't've been able to taste before. Steve spends his military back-pay on food and treats... a part of him burns at the idea of spending his money this way, there were more beneficial things he could be doing with it... But he can't help himself, especially when some flavours taste like euphoria. Tony notices and decides to indulge in Steve's vices.

@huntress79 - (potential HawkIron) For the longest time, Clint always had to choose before a mission between wearing the team comms and his hearing aids, otherwise his ears felt like being in a vice. SHIELD didn't see it as a necessity to equip him with better things, but once he joins the Avengers, and Tony notices the obvious problem, things start to look up for the resident archer....

@huntress79 - Ever since he got free of the programming and came to live at the Tower, Bucky's been doing repairs on his metal arm on his own. But after a mission, putting his arm in a vice and working with the fine tools isn't the easiest thing to do. And Buck's too proud to ask anyone for help, be it Steve or anyone else. Good thing that he can't stop JARVIS alerting Tony to that particular problem... (can be friendship/mending bridges between them, or WinterIron)

5 Times Tony Stark was a Terrible Cook, Plus 1 That One Time He Finally Ordered a Pizza - suggested by @yesmooshoe

@tehroserose - Tony/Others, Tony/Rhodey end. Tony has always tried to cook for his dates. He wants to impress them. Problem is, he can't cook. And too many people just want the Stark money and lie and say it is good. Or they're too afraid/intimidated to tell the truth. Later, much later, he realizes they aren't good for him. Then there's Rhodey, who's never afraid to tell Tony that his cooking sucks... and then, after the last relationship ended, this time when the white lie was out of care, Rhodey again tells Tony his food sucks, let's get pizza. And they kiss, over the pizza.

@rebelmeg - first it was cookies. cookies burnt to a crisp that even ana jarvis couldn't salvage. second was spaghetti, so mushy and overcooked that rhodey couldn't stop laughing even when tony threatened to throw his enormously thick math textbook at him. third was that whole "raw in the middle" chicken incident that happy still won't let him live down, and fourth was the disastrous omelet for pepper. fifth was morgan's 1st birthday cake, and thank heaven's pepper was wise enough to ignore him and order a backup. this time, he's just gonna order a pizza.

@huntress79 - Tony The Cook: The Jarvises tried, Mama Rhodes as well, but for all his genius, Tony can't figure out a cooking recipe. Nonetheless, he tried to impress several various dates with his cooking skills. Needless to say that none of these attempts (both cooking and dating) ended well. Then, he meets Steve, a guy who doesn't care at all what they eat, as long as they eat together. And so, Tony orders pizza for their date…

@Magicadraconia16 - It's an unfortunate historical fact that Tony cannot cook to save his life (hmm, there's an idea for the next HYDRA kidnapping...). Rhodey's meal was burnt to unidentifiable cinders (seriously, even Tony doesn't know what it was supposed to be); Pepper's gave her an allergic reaction; Natasha chipped a tooth; Hulk came out and threw Bruce's food out of the (closed!!) window; and Steve got food poisoning. Steve!!! So when Bucky turns up in his workshop one day, Tony decides to selflessly save everyone from a hangry Winter Soldier and just orders pizza, instead.

@ralsbecket - 5 + 1 Pizza: Tony Stark was many things. He was a genius, he was a billionaire, he was a playboy, he was a philanthropist. The thing he was decidedly not was a good cook. It was one burnt omelet too many before Pepper begged him to just order out. The person delivering his pizza was... attractive. If he started ordering pizza on Fridays at 6PM every week for a month, that was nobody's business.

@lbibliophile-mcu - Tony just wants to offer a fancy home-made anniversary dinner. It's not so much that Tony is a terrible cook, but that something (or several somethings) always go wrong. His significant other's flight was delayed. He gets distracted by a minor crisis half way through cooking. He tries to prepare beforehand, but forgets to label it before leaving it in the common fridge. Had a mistranslated recipe or the wrong measuring spoons. Dum-e tried to 'help' while he was distracted. The next year, his SO requests that they just order pizza to eat cuddled on the couch.

@psychiccatpanda - Single dad Tony tries to do it all. He feels terrible about the amount of time his three kids (all under the age of 5) spend in daycare, but college will be expensive, so he works -and works. But he tries to make the after-work before-bed moments really count. Sometimes his carefully planned dinners don't work out. Monday, the slow cooker wasn't plugged in and their chicken and potato dish spoiled for being on the counter for almost 13 hours unrefrigerated. Tuesday they were out of bread and ate PBJ on the last three hot dog buns. Wednesday, he thought dinner was fine, but Peter declared it was 'too spicy' and so none of the kids would eat it. Thursday he burned the chicken nuggets in the oven because he had to help the kids with their baths, and Friday? Well no one was gonna talk about that again. Saturday Tony's ready to cry because he's pretty sure Morgan is coming down with something. So he orders pizza. When the pizza delivery guy arrives, holding Morgan, she barfs all down Tony's back. Pizza delivery driver yanks the pizza away and asks if he can come in to set it down in the kitchen, then helps out with the kids while Tony takes a shower.

@darthbloodorange - [Stony] - It was meant to be romantic, cooking for a date. But with Tony it was definitely not romantic. Cooking for Rumiko he managed to burn everything, yet have the food still raw. Firefighters had to be called when he set his dorm alight cooking for Janet. Ty needed to have his stomach pumped after Tony's cooking (how was he to know what was too much alcohol, wasn't it meant to burn off?). Indries had stomach problems for weeks after Tony cooked for her. And he managed to poison Pepper... Needless to say, Tony wasn't a good cook... So when he scores a date with Steve Rogers, he thinks "why bother try? Steve is too good for me anyway", there was no way they were going to last. So he orders a pizza. Steve is relieved when he sees the pizza. He had been hoping Tony would pick something down to earth, worried he wouldn't know how to eat whatever posh food Tony put in front of him and make a fool of himself. Steve admits he doesn't know how to cook either. Maybe Captain America isn't so perfect. Maybe... Maybe this could work out. Him and Steve

@huntress79 - Of all the people, Tony has probably the most irregular eating rhythm. He has been known to try and cook for himself, but the results are less than stellar. So, one by one, each of the Avengers try to cook for him, until Steve joins him in the workshop with a small stash of pizzas…

@lbibliophile-mcu - It was all Steve Rogers' fault. Him and his insistence on 'team dinners' to 'promote bonding' and 'improve cohesion'. Not that Tony necessarily objects to the dinners - pending his schedule - but Steve seems to have this odd conviction that having home-cooked food is a necessary part of the ritual, and none of them can change his mind. Natasha tried logic. Clint tried begging. Bruce, he's pretty sure, is sneaking in pre-made food and just cooking the final steps. Thor thinks it's a great idea... but is always for some reason back on Asgard on his nights. But Tony is a genius, so he decides on a different approach. He grumbles a little bit, but otherwise doesn't complain when it's his night to cook. He cooks... and watches as each of the Avengers gives up on choking down the barely-edible meal. The next time he is rostered, the scene repeats. And the next. And the next. By the sixth time he is due to be cooking dinner, Steve comes up to him and politely - but pointedly - suggests that maybe they just order pizza. Tony thinks of the several meals worth of tasty leftovers hidden in the penthouse fridge, and graciously acquiesces.

I hope Thistle cheer you up - by @darthbloodorange

@rebelmeg - it was the pun war to end all pun wars. and it was probably going to end all of them. clint was fine, he loved puns almost as much as he loved pizza. steve hated puns so much he had taken up swearing. tony took sadistic glee in saving his worst puns for when steve was around. nat was famous for using the most clever of puns at unexpected moments. bucky could deadpan a pun so seriously it always took them by surprise. thor was terrible at it, still grasping the nuances of american english, but he sure tried hard. bruce tolerated it all and made half-hearted attempts at participation, though chuckling at his own puns was usually funnier than the puns. sam loved making puns, but hated it when other people did. it started creeping into other areas of their life, onto social media, in interviews, and at one point hawkeye was trending for awhile after he screamed out "THISTLE CHEER YOU UP!" whilst battling some kind of plant monster. tony helped, because he retweeted with the comment, "ooh, talk dirt to me."

@ralsbecket - So what if Tony had gotten laid off? So what if Tony had a mountain of bills sitting on his dining table? The only thing that mattered to him in that moment was his baby girl Morgan, with her hair falling out of the ponytail and her cute little lisp. She'd come back in from the backyard with a handful of dandelions, saying, "I hope thistle cheer you up, Daddy" so sweetly that for just a moment, everything was okay again.

@psychiccatpanda - [IronHawk] Tony's been working on the reams of paperwork that he's put off for SI. He's still not sure why it all needs to be done before the end of the quarter, but here he was. Needless to say, Tony Stark has been in a foul mood the whole week. The snide comments he usually keeps to himself have started to slip out and he feels guilty on top of the grouchy, so he decides to barricade himself in his office. He falls asleep on a sheaf of papers and wakes up with the impression of little ridges of paper on his cheek. It takes a moment (he hasn't been asleep that long) for him to fully realize the plant in front of him was real. An aloe plant - with a plate of chocolate muffins, fruit, cheese, and nuts. A post-it on the aloe's pot read, 'I hope thistle cheer you up,' written with a purple felt tip pen., which meant either Clint had left it - or Natasha pretending to be Clint.

@lbibliophile-mcu - Bruce looks at Tony, then back down at the spiny dried flowerhead in his hands.

"I know that you were getting frustrated trying to find these for your new fibre arts project, so I decided to help." His eyes light up as he realises the pun. "Thistle cheer you up!"

Bruce sighs even as he smiles.

"Tony... I appreciate the thought, but as you said, this is a thistle. I need a teasel."

@darthbloodorange - [Stony] - Tony really doesn't like his neighbour Justin. The man was always trying to find ways to report him to the local council. Mailbox too close to driveway? Reported! Weeds in his lawn? Reported! Fence too high? Reported! Didn't clean his pool that weekend? Reported! Lawn too long? Reported! It was ridiculous. But the council won't do anything because taking action against someone who's reported you (even if the reports were false) is apparently considered wrong and vindictive. There was nothing Tony could do but grit his teeth and bear it. One day Tony receives a box in the mail, addressed from his neighbour across the street. The handsome blond guy with the body of a Greek god and a garden that looked like a literal paradise. Steve Rogers. Tony wasn't too shy to admit (to himself) that he had a crush on the man. He eagerly tears into the box to find a small note and a lots of little bags of mulch wrapped in tissue paper. The note reads: "Tony, I've heard you be having some trouble. I hope thistle cheer you up. After the rain comes flowers. Ps. Throw these over Justin's fence." And so he does. Watching Justin battle all the weeds after it rains brings Tony so much joy. Especially when Justine reports him to the council and the council shrugs him off this time. He heads over to Steve with some home cooked food as a thank you gift and they get talking. Turns out Steve is an Environmental activist with a passion for guerrilla gardening. Tony is hooked. Maybe it has more to to with Steve then the revenge on Justin (as sweet as it was)

#tonystarkbingomarkiv #tsbmiv #tsb discord party #titles game #discord party games

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chilling-seavey · 4 years

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passnchendaele - also like after the war , Daniel is like getting better and starts to be a little more open (he still has his ups and downs but -) and like on Christmas he put together a teeny tiny surprise for lizzie and Charlie or just lizzie and its like the sweetest thing ever idk how u would write this but I know for a fact you'd be able to pull this off

This one inspired the heck out of me I had to skip to this one next hehe

December 4, 1920

It wasn’t often that Elizabeth left Daniel alone since his mood could drop suddenly and at any moment and she always wanted to be there for him whenever she could, but sometimes she couldn’t handle everything on her own. By the time the war was over, and life was looking up back across Europe and Daniel and Elizabeth were finding their rhythm as a family of four, the ups and downs started to smooth out.

Which is how Daniel ended up in an empty house in early December, staring at the two-month-old in the small bassinette in the living room and she stared right back blankly at him. It was only once they were alone that his hesitation surfaced again; now being the sole person responsible for the baby in any sort of situation they may find themselves in. New babies always made Daniel nervous – they were so fragile – and his son was one thing but now his daughter? His worries only swelled tenfold.

“Okay…we’re alright.” Daniel whispered, more to himself than anyone.

The baby blinked up at him, pulling the hem of her white dress into her mouth.

“Why don’t we start decorating a little for Christmas?” Daniel suggested, as if she would answer him, gently taking the fabric back out of her mouth.

Daniel stood up from the edge of the couch where he was sat carefully slid the wooden bassinette across the parlour rug, not tearing his eyes from the baby as if she would somehow fall if he so much as blinked for too long. He got her stationed under the archway between the dining room and the parlour and turned on the radio, shifting the dial to a strong station until soft crackling Christmas music filled the main floor. Daniel smiled right away at the gentle melodies and headed back over to the baby. She offered him a gummy smile and kicked her legs a little, pulling her dress back into her mouth.

“Yeah? You like music too, darling?” Daniel cooed softly and grabbed the rubber ring from the living room table to offer her instead of her dress to suck on. He ran his fingertip over her chubby cheek as he admired her for a moment before he was moving on to start the decorating.

Elizabeth always did so much and he wanted to feel at least somewhat useful so while she was out shopping at the market with Charlie, Daniel took the initiative to get a few things put up around the house. He got a little carried away, singing along to the radio and everything, that he ended up bringing in the tree that had been leaning out the back of the house to put up himself. The baby watched with awe through the bars of the bassinette as he got the tree up right by the bay window in the parlour and made sure it was straight.

The tinsel was next, draped across the branches and glass icicles and ornaments were set gently on the branches. Daniel was surprisingly enjoying himself, making sure the tree was perfectly decorated through soft lyrics from the radio, and he finally took a step back to admire his work. With a contented smile, he nodded once to himself and then turned to the bassinette across the room.

She reached a tiny hand up to him, her other holding the ring in her mouth. Daniel set his index finger against her palm and she wrapped her fingers around it.

“Shall we look at the pretty tree together?” he whispered down to the baby.

She simply cooed back up at him in agreement and he hesitantly bent over the side of the bassinette to wiggle his hands under her. He bit nervously at his bottom lip as he carefully lifted her up and against his chest – he wondered if she could feel his heart pounding through his shirt. Daniel walked slowly across the parlour, shifting the two-month-old so she was laying in the crook of his left arm and her wide eyes followed the branches of the tree and across all the sparkling decorations.

“Did Daddy do a good job?” Daniel asked her quietly. “Think Mummy will like it?”

The rubber ring fell to the rug and he bent down to pick it back up for her and passed it back into the giggling baby’s hands.

“What’s so funny?” Daniel smiled down at her, “Do you want to dance?”

He rocked her slightly, earning a wide smile in reply and a giggle to match as she slobbered all over her little ring. Daniel turned up the volume on the radio before swaying around the parlour with her, singing the Christmas songs down to her and she just stared right up at him with adoration. As the minutes passed, his hesitation lessened and he just made the most of the afternoon with his baby daughter, a wide smile on his face, dancing around the living room until he was nearly breathless.

Elizabeth returned home moments later with many paper bags of groceries, opening the front door for Charlie to head inside first with his single small bag he carried to help her.

“Good boy. Right to the kitchen, darling.” Elizabeth instructed and he rushed into the foyer but stopped in his tracks as he caught a glance of the parlour.

“Mummy! Christmas!” Charlie shouted, whipping back around to her with enough excitement that an apple topped out of his bag and onto the wood floors.

Elizabeth joined the nearly three-year-old in the small hallway, her eyes widening at the sudden onset of Christmas cheer that had filled their house since they had been gone. Daniel was in the middle of the room with the baby, a bashful smile on his face and cheeks tinted pink as the rest of his little family took in all his hard work.

“The tree!” Charlie nearly dropped the bag he was carrying onto the floor and he skipped over to gently touch the branches and the silver tinsel.

Daniel ran his hand over his son’s brown hair but kept his eyes on his wife, “Is it okay?”

Elizabeth couldn’t quite form a response at first as she stepped farther into the room, finally tearing her eyes from the tree to look at her husband, “Daniel…it’s beautiful.”

“Can’t take all the credit.” Daniel said, glancing down at the baby girl in his arms, “Evelyn helped a great deal too.”

“You two make a good team.” Elizabeth smiled, stepping closer to him to slide her hand around the back of his neck to pull his lips to hers. “I love you. This was such a lovely surprise.”

“I love you too.” Daniel whispered, resting his head against hers as they held their youngest and watched their eldest explore the magic of Christmas right in their warm living room.

#✉#christmas writing party 2020 #daniel seavey #why dont we #daniel seavey imagines

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multi-fandom-imagine · 5 years

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Christmas / Winter Writing Promts

A/n: FOR THE ANON WHO ASKED FOR PROMPTS FOR THE ANIME!!

Note: can totally be used for other things.

A/n 2:So just like my last list this is the same thing.

Also most of these are from my old shitty list that I made years ago with some other ones added.

getting out/putting up decorations.

making christmas cards.

sitting/snuggling in front of the fireplace with hot cocoa/tea.

shopping for and/or wrapping gifts.

buying the christmas tre.e

decorating the christmas tree.

mistletoe.

making snowmen.

wearing ugly christmas sweaters

baking holiday treats.

Kissing in front of the fireplace.)

watching a classic holiday film

listening to/playing festive music or caroling.

ice skating.

snowball fight!

catching cold from being outside so much.

spending time with friends/family.

one lending the other their coat/scarf/hat to keep them warm.

throwing/attending a holiday party.

one surprising the other with an early gift.

spending the evening in a cafe.

making s’mores.

having drinks together on christmas eve.

sneaking around after the other has fallen asleep to put up their gift.

spending christmas morning together.

Santa Claus is Comin’ to Town: Santa’s at the mall and our muses have gotten in line to visit. Who said this was only a holiday for the little kids?!

The Christmas Song (Chestnuts Roasting): Our muses have snuggled for some fireside Christmas dreaming.

You’re a Mean One, Mr. Grinch!: My muse (or your muse) is about to ruin Christmas! Horror! One of the other muse watches on. Can they make the grinchy heart grow from being two sizes too small? (Specify in your request who is who or leave it up to me!)

Frosty the Snowman: Our muses are off to build a snowman!

Silver Bells: It’s holiday shopping time and our muses are off buying presents for everyone on their lists.

White Christmas: It’s started to snow for what feels like the first time in forever! But one of our muses has never seen snow before, so the other will just have to do something about that, won’t they? (Specify who is who or leave it up to me!)

Have Yourself a Merry Little Christmas: Our muses attempt to put together what is the perfect Christmas for themselves.

Rudolph the Red-Nosed Reindeer: Santa’s in trouble and only our muses can save Christmas! Can we do it and deliver toys to all of the good girls and boys?

The Christmas Shoes: Our muses do something very selfless for someone in need on Christmas Eve.

Santa Baby: One of our muses has decided to dress as Mr./Mrs. Claus for a little more “adult” Christmas fun. Oh boy! (Specify who or leave it to me!)

The First Noel: Our muses are involved in a nativity scene at the church.

Silent Night: Not a creature was stirring… It’s Christmas Eve and everyone is in bed, except for our muses.

Oh Christmas Tree: Our muses go tree shopping! This one looks juuuust right!

Grandma Got Run Over By a Reindeer: One of our muses has had a little accident and will be spending Christmas in the hospital. (Specify who or leave it to me!)

Who Spiked the Eggnog: One of our muses is a little drunk from too much ‘nog and has become a little too jolly. (Specify who or leave it to me!)

Hark! The Herald Angels Sing: Our muses have joined a group of carolers for some holiday cheer!

Believe: One of our muses has gotten down about the holidays and needs some of that holiday magic restored in their life to bring them back- and to restore their faith in humanity. (Specify who or leave it up to me.)

Grown-Up Christmas List: My muse finds your muse’s Christmas list and just has to find that perfect gift.

Jingle Bells: Our muses take a sleigh ride!

Blue Christmas: How do our muses cope with being apart for Christmas?

Silver and Gold: Our muses are rummaging through ornaments for the Christmas tree and admiring some of the pieces that have been collected over the years.

I’ll Be Home for Christmas: One of our muses is home for the holidays, just in time! (Specify who or leave it up to me.)

Winter expectations vs. winter reality.

We need to buy you winter clothing.

Treatment for the flu/ a cold

Getting the person who doesn’t like Christmas into the right festive mood

Snowball fight

Hot tea and cozy sweaters

Giving subtle hints of what one would like to get for Christmas

Decoration wars (must include glitter)

Sleigh rides

Reading someone Christmas stories

Baking Christmas cookies

An unusual snowman

Finding a present for that person that is impossible to find a present for

The smell of Christmas

Holding out in a snowstorm together/Getting snowed in together

A Christmas letter.

Falling asleep by the fireplace

Dancing in the snow

The last day of work/class before the holidays

An odd Christmas tradition.

Picking out the right Christmas tree.

Obnoxious singing of Christmas songs.

The Traditional Christmas dinner.

Watching the snow alone and watching the snow together.

25 DAYS OF CHRISTMAS

December 1: Star

December 2: Hot Chocolate

December 3: Snow

December 4: Candy Canes

December 5: Christmas Tree

December 6: Angel

December 7: Pyjamas

December 8: Tinsel

December 9: Ice Skating

December 10: Frost

December 11: Eggnog

December 12: Cider

December 13: Peppermint

December 14: Gingerbread

December 15: Presents

December 16: Fireplace

December 17: Stocking

December 18: Cookies

December 19: Santa

December 20: Sled

December 21: Snow Man

December 22: Jingle Bells

December 23: Carols

December 24: Icicle

December 25: Christmas Movies

Handing their S/O a positive pregnancy test with a sprig of holly and a note reading ‘Merry Christmas’.

Getting trapped in a shopping mall together during after-hours in which they were christmas shopping too hard.

SWEATER PAWS AND CUDDLES.

Losing S/O at a christmas market and having to make an announcement over an intercom as to reunite them again (I’m thinking early 80’s era with fluorescent jackets and big old scarfs and brick phones that they left at home).

Fluffy, pretty, ‘princess’ character meets emo, grunge, moody character at a trashy christmas party and accidentally (drunkenly) makes them fall for them.

A competition for cringiestchristmas sweater at an office party, in which your otp comes wearing the same sweater.

Christmas Eve has your otp trapped in an elevator until late, both hungry and cold and now asleep together on the floor with bags of shopping discarded across from them.

Being hit in the face by an angry customer swinging their arms about and their S/O beating them up in the parking lot.

Christmas shenanigans under the tree, if you know what I mean.

Otp acting domestic whilst cooking their families christmas dinner and worrying about whether their parents are getting on with each other.

Planning a beautiful engagement for christmas day, only to lose the ring.

Mothering their S/O’s younger siblings and making sure they’re getting enough to eat.

Falling asleep in front of the fire whilst their S/O is playing them ‘dance of the sugar plum fairy’ on piano. They pull a blanket over them and curl up beside them.

Spilling hot chocolate/coffee/a hot-fucking-beverage on the other and insisting on paying for a new drink and new clothes for them, unaware that they’re rich and very capable of buying themselves another coffee. Besides, they don’t know that this jacket is Louis Vuitton and cost more than the knock-off Gucci belt that had caught their eye in the first place (probably looking a little lower than the belt, but we digress).

First christmas with their S/O and panicking to their best friend/sibling about what to get them. Somehow, a plushie didn’t seem exactly suitable when they knew the other had bought them an engagement ring.

Flying overseas for christmas, but having their baggage lost/delayed, meant they had to walk around their hotel room naked for a few days. That was their excuse anyway.

Burning christmas dinner and trying to order take-out (congratulations, you plebs).

Being gifted tickets to see a family member overseas, but having to leave their S/O at home for christmas, not expecting them to turn up on their doorstep on christmas morning with a bouquet of roses.

Finding their S/O drinking eggnog from the carton and crying at ‘Love Actually’ on their return from working all day. Pulling the other into their lap and kissing their forehead until they stop crying and fall asleep.

SLIPPING ON ICE, SPENDING CHRISTMAS IN HOSPITAL AND GUESS WHO THEIR DOCTOR IS??? *cue us pterodactyl screeching and them ensuing sexy shenanigans***

Decorating the christmas tree together and blowing the fuse for the electrics. Waiting in candle-light for the electricians to arrive and- let me just say- nothing stays fluffy in candle-light.

Bringing each others home country traditions to the dinner table and experiencing a weird mix of food.

Secretly learning their S/O’s mother-tongue to surprise them and be able to talk to their family at christmas.

Buying animal-proof fairy lights, confusing their S/O, but it all makes sense when there’s an ENTIRE puppy in their living room on christmas day.

Falling asleep in the passenger seat whilst their S/O drives them to a family members house for christmas, but not wanting to wake them for further directions because they look so p e a c e f u l.

Cuddling in the bathtub because it’s so cold outside and their S/O got caught in the snow on the way home from work.

Kissing under the mistletoe is underrated, go big or go home.

Sleeping in until midday because they just want to be in each other’s arms and it is so warm with them right here beside them.

Making out under the christmas tree because the lights reflecting in their S/O’s eyes just looked too ethereal for them not to kiss them until they lost their breath.

Eating dinner together and sharing kisses over the dining table. This isn’t always fun when their S/O has a hate for brussel sprouts.

Falling asleep on their significant other’s chest whilst they’re wrapping christmas presents, meaning that some aren’t wrapped the next morning because the sellotape had RUN OUT.

Failing to get the right meat and their S/O sending them back multiple times until they end up going together and realising that they weren’t even going to the right store.

Slow kisses.

Text messages asking for their S/O to put the kettle on for them as they were almost home.

Sitting on the doorstep in the cold, waiting for their S/O to come home from working on christmas day (emergency services?) and hugging them for so long whilst whispering ‘merry christmas’ into their neck and kissing any inch of skin they can reach.

Slow dancing to Frank Sinatra’s christmas songs in the kitchen and forgetting to check the potatoes in the oven.

Ice skating and them BOTH BEING REALLY GOOD ACTUALLY.

ACCIDENTALLY WEARING MATCHING NAUGHTY/NICE JUMPERS IN PUBLIC AND THEN BUMPING INTO EACH OTHER.

Avoiding the mistletoe at all costs, however, everyone is trying their best to get the otp there.

Neighbour au in which one gets drunk on mulled wine and ends up knocking at the other’s door, drunkenly trying to seduce the other and- instead- passing out in their living room.

MAKING OUT IN THE CLOAKROOM OF SOME POSH CHRISTMAS PARTY.

Just lots of making out in general. Jesus wanted us to repopulate which means fuc-

Crawling into their roommate’s (S/O’s) bed because it is too cold in their own and they want cuddles.

For goodness gracious IT’S 3 AM PLEASE STOP CAROLING au

-You threw a snowball and it hit me/my window and I was going to be mad but you’re really cute. Do you want to come in for hot chocolate? au

-This is the fourth time you’ve come to ask for sugar this week. How many cookies are you making? au

-we’re at an ugly Christmas sweater party and that thing is horrendous where did you even find that au

-You don’t realize I can see over the fence to watch you make snow angels like you’re five years old au

-you would literally make the best neighborhood Santa au

-are you the one putting mistletoe absolutely everywhere in this apartment building, or do you just happen to be in the right place at the right time every single time I walk under it au

-I just heard a ten pound turkey hit the ground and also very strong words. Do you need help? au

-I work at the Christmas tree lot and you just had to pick the heaviest tree there didn’t you au

-You were putting up Christmas lights and you just fell off the roof omg do you need me to drive you to the hospital au

-I invited you to Christmas dinner as my boyfriend/girlfriend so that my family would stop pestering me about being single, but we can keep this up until New Year’s, right? au

I’m going to eat this whole pie by myself and you’re not going to say anything about it au.

1. Mistletoe kiss

2. Pretend boyfriend/girlfriend for family Christmas party

3. You made me a Christmas playlist but it’s just Mariah Carey’s “All I want for Christmas is you”. I can’t tell if you’re hitting on me or if it’s a joke

4. My car got stuck in snow you saved me

5. Last Christmas I gave you my heart and you asked me to marry you

6. I got you for Secret Santa, but I thought it was suppose to be a gag gift, and now I wont fess up because I’m embarrassed

7. We’re both stuck at the airport for Christmas eve

8. Snowman competition, the judges are a bunch of five year old kids

9. I work at a toy store and you keep coming in but never buy anything

10. Your dad is Santa, he’s missing, and I’m helping you save Christmas

11. I’m a barista and you keep making weird faces when you drink the “Christmas cheer in a cup” coffee I make, why do you keep ordering it?

12. We’re neighbors and I just got locked out of my apartment, I was baking cookies that will burn if I don’t get in there quick

13. You made me an ugly Christmas sweater

14. I met you on Christmas but haven’t seen you since, until today on Christmas day, are you an angel? Wait, you actually are?

15. We’re stuck in different cities, so we wont be together for Christmas. We end up talking on the phone for hours, to the annoyance of our families.

16. I was dressed up as an elf, because of my job. You’re drunk and think I actually know Santa

17. You hate Christmas because you’ve never had a good one. So I go all out to make this the best Christmas for you

18. I was cold, so you gave me your jacket but now you’re cold too. So I suggest we hug instead

19. I’ve never seen snow in person before, until now, what is this white stuff falling from the sky? Why are you laughing at me?

20. We got into an argument because of something stupid, but I slipped on ice on the stairs. I called you to help me, and our fight was forgotten when you got all worried

21. I was putting up Christmas lights, and I literally fell into your arms

22. There’s one Christmas cookie left, so I challenge you, winner takes the cookie

23. You keep playing Christmas music, and it’s driving me nuts, please play something else.

1. “You’re freezing. Come here.”

2. “That’s the eggnog talking. I’m cutting you off.”

3. “I didn’t wrap it, so you have to close your eyes.”

4. “Don’t be such a Scrooge.”

5. “That’s mistletoe we’re standing under.”

6. “It’s snowing.”

7. “Open it.”

8. “You didn’t have to get me anything.”

9. “I’m just happy you’re here.”

10. “Tis the season for sharing feelings, I guess.”

11. “Will it be too cliche to say I love you?”

12. “Nice sweater.”

13. “I didn’t know what to get you.”

14. “My fingers are numb.”

15. “Look at that. It’s beautiful.”

16. “How many candy canes have you eaten?”

17. “Careful. Santa’s watching.”

18. “What would you like for Christmas?”

19. “I don’t want to just see you once a year.”

20. “That’s my scarf.”

21. “I won’t let you fall.”

22. “How much sugar have you had?”

23. “Chocolate chip is the only cookie that matters.”

24. “Is this the part where we kiss?”

25. “If there’s magic, it’s only because of you.”

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jungshookz · 6 years

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For the Christmas drabbles! Can you do a Drabble with demon yoongi and yn now that we know Yoongi’s feeling on Christmas. With Yoongi being an absolute grinch because it’s CHRISTmas? Alll I want for christmassssss~~~~ is that Drabble! Thank you!!!

🎄 pairing: min yoongi x reader

🎄 genre: demon!yoongi, angel!jimin, yoongi isn’t the biggest fan of christmas, yoongi is very vERy jealous of jimin, this gets a little spicy so nsFW, fluff of course

🎄 wordcount: 4.1k oof

🎄 notes: this was supposed to be a drabble but obviously i got carried away!! also a lot of u fell in love with angel!jimin (same) so he’s bACK!!

(gif isn’t mine!)

(((and the read more function iS there but most of the time it doesn’t work on mobile :// i am sorry don’t attack me by sending passive-aggressive anon messages)))

yoongi’s always been a bit of a pessimist

it’s not his fault though!!!!!

he’s a demon

naturally he shines a more negative light on pretty much anything

and sometimes he doesn’t realise it but he takes it a little bit too far when he’s joking around and poking fun at your ‘dumb human traditions’

it’s just that he’s never really celebrated christmas before so he doesn’t take it as seriously as you do!!

“look at this poor, mangled tree. you should’ve left it in the forest where it belongs.” yoongi shakes his head as you hand him another bauble to put up

you suppress a sigh and roll your eyes as you bend down to pick up an ornament for yourself

it’s almost christmas which is your favourite time of the year!!!!

being surrounded by loved ones while enjoying sugar cookies and hot chocolate and opening up gifts is just!! it’s so wonderful and you take christmas very veRy seriously

and this is yoongi’s first christmas so you decided you wanted to make it extra special so you decided to put up the tree today even though you were going to save it for next week

also you’re a little tired from lectures today and your bones ache but sTILL you were like NopE today is the day that the christmas decorations are going to go up and it’s going to be great

you always have a lotta fun putting up christmas decorations

usually kook is here to help but you decided that this was just going to be a special you and yoongi thing this year

plus you’ll see him at your annual christmas party anyway so

anyways

it’s a little difficult to have fun when you have a literal demon next to you yapping your ear off talking about how stupid these decorations are and how dumb christmas is and ‘why would i want to spend my own hard-earned money on other people??’

you’ve been doing fine for the past two hours

tuning yoongi’s nonstop complaining out as you wrapped some sparkly tinsel around the stair railings

bit down on your tongue to keep yourself from yelling at yoongi as you shoved the pre-made sugar cookies into the oven

you even ignored his comments about your ‘childish’ reindeer antler headband and your ‘flashy’ snowflake earrings

but uh

now you’re 500% irritated and you don’t want to hear another complaint come out of yoongi’s mouth otherwise you’re literally going to explode out of anger

“i would rather go back to hell than put up another ornament.” yoongi mutters and looks at the candy cane ornament in his hand

that’s it

“you know what yoongi, if you don’t wanna do this, i’m not going to force you to, okay?” you snap and snatch the ornament away from yoongi and he’s like damn okay fine

he furrows his brows and watches as you aggressively hang the ornament up

“i was just kidd-“

“you’re always just kidding!!!”

oof

someone’s grouchy

yoongi doesn’t say anything (which is a smart move) but he bends down to grab a bauble from the box of christmas tree decorations

he jumps when you kick the box out of the way gently

“why don’t you go and check on the cookies or something?” you give him a pointed look before letting out a huff

yoongi purses his lips before raising his hands in defence

he turns to look at you over his shoulder as he steps over the boxes and heads to the kitchen

you’re not paying attention to him at all

now that yoongi has a moment of silence to think

..,,okay

he can admit that maybe he’s been a bit of a scrooge the entire day and you’ve done nothing but try to make christmas as fun as possible

and it’s not fair for him to bag on these christmas traditions just because he doesn’t typically celebrate christmas down in hell

but like jesus christ is his enemy after all

big yikes energy

he feels the guilt eating at him as he watches the cookies bake in the oven

okay okay okay

what can he do to cheer you up

finish decorating the rest of the house??

no he can’t do that because you’ve pretty much decorated the entire house alone while he stood there and complained

make more cookies???

no he can’t because those cookies are pre-made and you only bought one box of them

what use is an incubus when it comes to christmas

christmas sex by the fireplace??

no he can’t because it’s noT EVEN CHRISTMAS YET and you’ve taught him that also sex doesn’t solve everything (unfortunately)

yoongi freezes when he hears something

something that makes his heart drop to his stomach

a bead of sweat roll down the side of his forehead

okay he’s being a little dramatic but-

his eyes flicker up when he hears a twinkly little laugh

oh god

he knows that laugh

yoongi buRSts out of the kitchen and nearly trips over his feet

oh for fuCK’s SAKE

“yoongi! there you are! i was wondering why the usual stench of sulphur wasn’t present in the room.” jimin grins and giggles when you whack his arm playfully “kidding!”

“what are you doing here?” yoongi huffs and crosses his arms

he bites down on the inside of his cheek when jimin bends down and plucks a bauble out of the box of decorations

you didn’t kick the box away like you did with him

“i finished my duties early so i figured i’d stop by!” jimin hums and looks at the fully decorated tree

the two of you take a step back to look at the tree

“something’s missing…” jimin furrows his brows and strokes his chin

“yoongi broke like three baubles so the bald spots are kind of unavoidable” you shrug and turn to glare and yoongi and he’s like wha- i didN’T KNOW THEY Were so deLICATE

“oh! i know!” jimin gasps and snaps his fingers and you watch in amazement as he starts levitating off the ground until he’s at the top of the tree

jimin rubs his fingers together and you squeal in excitement when a mixture of silver and white glitter starts sprinkling down from his fingers onto the tree

“oh jimin that’s perfect!!!!! i love that!!!” you gasp and jimin nods excitedly as he continues dusting the tree and adding the final touches

yoongi scoffs and rolls his eyes

what a show off

yoongi could totally do that too

he looks down at his hands

yoongi rubs his fingers together and winces when smokey ashes start sprinkling down from his fingers

whoops

not quite the same

“anyways - what was i talking about?” jimin lands on the ground and dusts off his hands

yoongi gives him an unimpressed look and crosses his arm again before tapping his foot on the ground impatiently

“you were in the middle of telling us why you’re here in the first place”

“he already told us it’s because he finished his duties early so he figured he’d stop by - if you were even listening.” you raise a brow and yoongi resists the urge to roll his eyes

he plops down on the couch and winces when the box of decorations fall off the couch from the bounce

he picks it up quickly

luckily it was just full of tinsel

“and it looks like i stopped by at just the right time because-“ jimin pauses and sticks his finger in the air

yoongi’s like wtf r u doing u loser

and suddenly the timer from the oven goes off “-the cookies are ready!”

“ooh, let me go get those!” you grin “you’re gonna loVe them jimin they’re all shaped like angels” you clap your hands together before scurrying off to the kitchen

“oh, yoongi. yoongi yoongi yoongi.” jimin sighs and shakes his head mockingly once you disappear into the kitchen

yoongi glares up at jimin “what.”

“you messed up big time, didn’t you?”

“i did no such thing”

“then why is y/n so mad at you?”

“she’s not mad at me and it’s none of your business”

“is it because you were being your usual grouchy self?” jimin tilts his head and yoongi’s like u already knOW it’s because i was being my usual grouchy self u dick

“you might be wondering why i came when i did” jimin starts cleaning up loose glitter and tinsel on the floor

“you already said it’s because you finished your-“

“one of my most important duties is making sure y/n is happy, you know.” jimin stands up quickly and holds up a finger

and yoongi’s like ? no it’s not

“…what do u mean”

“oh, haven’t you heard? i’m her guardian angel now. no longer just an angel - i’ve been promoted to guardian angel and they assigned me to y/n which means you’ll be seeing me around a lot more often. did she not tell you?”

yoongi can feel himself growing red from anger

“now now - no need to start a fire” jimin pats the top of yoongi’s head because it’s literally starting to sizzle and smoke up “so i’m going to need you to stay out of the way for a couple of hours so that i can improve y/n’s mood. i’ve already increased it significantly but i’d like for it to be at 100% before i leave.”

“are you implying that i don’t make her happy?” yoongi stands up and towers over jimin and jimin purses his lips before shrugging

“i mean i’m not not implying that.”

that’s it

yoongi’s going to RIP jimin’s wings right off his back

“jiminie!!!!! i brought a cookie for you they’rE so good” you pop out of the kitchen before yoongi can luRch forward and strangle jiminiE

“they smell very good!”

you break off a piece of the cookie and hold it up to feed jimin and he takes it happily

yoongi automatically assumes that the other half is for him and he opens his mouth expectantly

you raise a brow at him before popping the other half into your own mouth

you chew

you swallow

and yoongi’s still standing there with an open mouth

“you can help yourself to a cookie. now - where were we?” you turn and wander back to jimin and jimin gives yoongi a knowing smirk

yoongi clenches his fist before letting out a huff and crossing his arms

“oh! the star! how could i forget about the most important part of the tree??” you take the glimmering gold star out of the box and hold it up “jimin, do you wanna put it up?”

wait but u said that yOONgi could put it up

this is supposed to be his thing!!

in fact this whole decorating thing was supposed to be your guys’ thing!!!!!!!!!

like yA he was being a dick but u made a promise and u can’t break ur promise like thIS

“wait but-“ yoongi pauses when you and jimin turn to look at him

he clears his throat

“i, uh, i thought you said that i could put up the star?” he scratches the back of his neck and avoids your gaze

“yeah. and?” you blink at yoongi and put a hand on your hip

yeah and

that’s your response

the two of you are having this silent veRy very intense stare down and jimin’s like [sweat] because you’re obviously not scared of yoongi even though you’re well aware of his capabilities as a literal demon

“fine. let jimin put your stupid star up.” yoongi snarls and you see his eyes flicker to black before he disappears into a cloud of smoke

if you let jimin put the damn star up you might as well start DAtinG Him tOO

he’s already your stupid guardian angel so taking it to a romantic level wouldn’t be out of the ordinary!! much more normal than a human willingly being in a romantic relationship with an incubus

frick

he hAtes this

he’s always been a little insecure about himself being a demon and all

and when jimin comes around with all his perfectness and his twinkles and glitter and warmth it makes yoongi feel like shit even tho it’s not jimin’s fault like yeah he’s an angel he’s supposed to be a figure of perfection

and now you and jimin are decorating the tree together which was supposed to be your guys’ thing but apparently not anymore!!!!!!

yoongi wants to live in purgatory for the rest of his life

you jump in surprise when yoongi disappears so suddenly

he hasn’t done that in a while

he only goes into purgatory when something’s really really bugging him

okay

maybe u took it a little too far

u were a little rough on him

but to be fair hE started it- okAy but you should’ve taken the high road even tho u were frustrated you’re well aware that yoongi’s personality is just naturally like that and he’s been trained to think of jesus christ as his enemy so u can see why he keeps poking fun at all the traditions

you let out a sigh and toss the star onto the couch before turning to look at jimin who’s currently twirling a sprig of mistletoe between his fingers

“yoongi?” you poke your head into the bedroom

you’ve checked everywhere else in the house but yoongi’s nowhere to be found

you thought that maybe he was just chilling in a room somewhere but obviously not

jimin left a while ago but u sent him off with some cookies and a kiss on the cheek (which probably wasn’t the best thing to do lol)

he told u about the whole guardian angel thing a while ago and yEs of course you were ecstatic about it but then u could see why yoongi would be upset about you not talking to him about that

you shut the bedroom door behind you

“look, i don’t know if you’re listening to me right now or not - i sure hope you are otherwise i look like an idiot talking to myself. i’m sorry, alright? i shouldn’t have broken my promise and i know i was being a little too petty, i admit it. can you come back now? i miss u” you murmur that last part and scratch the back of your neck when you’re met with silence

how come you didn’t tell me about jimin becoming your guardian angel?

you jump when you hear yoongi’s voice

ugh

he’s still in purgatory

“if you come back i’ll tell you”

you roll your eyes

don’t roll your eyes at me

“i didn’t tell you because i didn’t think it’d be a big deal. so what if jimin’s my guardian angel?? who cares??” you sigh exasperatedly “i don’t think i even need a guardian angel because i already have yoU but it’s always good to have extra protection. don’t you want me to be safe?”

i’m perfectly capable of keeping you safe

“i know you are, yoongs. but you know what the difference is?”

he has wings and i don’t? he’s an angel and i’m not? everyone celebrates him but everyone fears me??-

“i like jimin but i love you”

you’re met with nothing but silence and understandably you start getting a little nervous

you’re about to say something along the lines of ‘i meaN when i say love i mean like i really reALLy like u’ but all of a sudden yoongi poofs up and appears sitting on the edge of the bed

he clears his throat and avoids your gaze but you can see that his cheeks are a little flushed

yoongi??? blushing???????? the world must be ENDING

“ʸᵒᵘ ˡᵒᵛᵉ ᵐᵉˀ” he squeaks out and you can’t fight the FAT grin on your face

HE’S,,, HE’S BEING SHY

“of course i love u” you rock back and forth on your heels and offer him a cute smile and his heart exploDes “don’t you love me?”

yoongi coughs into his fist and his eyes flicker toward the door

he physically cannot look you in the eye other wise he’s going to melt into a puddle of goop

“ᵒᶠ ᶜᵒᵘʳˢᵉ ᶦ ˡᵒᵛᵉ ᵘ ᵗᵒᵒ”

he coughs again and finally looks up at you

“of course i love you too.”

“so,, am i forgiven?” you purse your lips and take a little step closer to him

yoongi gives you an unimpressed look “did you just tell me you loved me so that it’d be easier for me to forgive you?”

“i’m realising that’s how it seems buT i have a peace offering for you too” you reach into your back pocket and pull out the sprig of mistletoe that jimin was playing with earlier

you hold it above your head and smile and yoongi expectantly and he’s like ?

“.,.,,is that a weed”

“it’s mistletoe! i’m holding it over my head so u have to kiss me and thaT’s the rule.”

another silly christmas tradition

yoongi scoffs and leans back against his palms

you pout and look up at the mistletoe you’re holding above your head “you can’t not kiss me. that’s not how mistletoe works”

yoongi let out a sigh before shaking his head and gesturing for you to come closer

the holiday season is about forgiveness after all

“c’mere, you dummy” yoongi murmurs and you immediately swoops down to plant your lips against his

“see, i can get into the christmas spirit” yoongi purrs and pulls you down so that you’re straddling him

you giggle and give him another kiss

“do you, um, do you forgive me too?” yoongi asks sheepishly and reaches up to scratch the back of his neck

“mm, i dunno…” you tease “you were being a real dick today” you sigh “and you were being super immature around jimin-“

“sTop talking about jimin” yoongi whines and grabs your hips before pushing you down on the bed

you giggle as your head flops against the mattress

“just tell me u foRgive meEe” yoongi hovers over you and rubs his nose against yours

he already knows you’ve forgiven him but he needs to hear it otherwise he’ll feel bad

u know how earlier yoongi said that you taught him sex doesn’t solve everything

he’s about to prove that that is nOt entirely true

“forgive me now?” yoongi sighs against your neck and rolls his hips against yours

haH

you’re not thAt weak you’re not giving in that easily

“nope” you tsk and let out a bored sigh

you feel yoongi’s hand slither down and whOops your jeans have just been undone

“forgive me… now?” yoongi’s hand slides into your panties and he smirks against your neck because it definitely feELs like you’ve forgiven him

o h

maybe you’re a lot weaker than u originally thought

you feel a thrill down your spine when yoongi eases a finger into you without warning

“n-no..” you gasp and arch your back against the mattress and yoongi’s other hand comes up and he intertwines his fingers with yours

he presses a kiss behind your jaw and hums as you rock your hips into his hand

you whine when another finger slips into you alongside the other very easily

“you take my fingers so well, baby” yoongi praises and your hips twitch up from the bed

yoongi pulls away from you and leans back on his heels but he keeps his eyes glued on you

you look like you just stepped out of his wildest wet dream

your lips are slick and swollen from his kisses and you’ve got small blooms of blues and purples on your neck and your chest

your chest is rising up and down rapidly and soft whimpers and moans tumble from your lips as your fingers dig into the plush pillow behind you

fuck

he wants nothing more than to push into you and fuck you like there’s no tomorrow but he’ll start off with making you cum with his fingers before he gets to that

yoongi tilts his head and watches your eyelashes flutter when his thumb starts rubbing quick circles over your clit

“jimin could never make you feel this good, could he?”

oh god

you can barely breathe because your head is spinning with pleasure

“answer me, baby” yoongi grunts when your walls clench tighter around his fingers

he leans back down and starts pressing warm kisses to the spot under your ear

“no, n-no, he could never make me feel as good as you do” you manage to get out and yoongi smirks against your skin before he starts to double his efforts and concentration on that spot

“and you forgive me now?” his thumb starts rubbing quickEr circles over your clit and he pushes your hips down when they buck up

“yes, yesyesyEs i forgive y-you-!”

“mm, good girl” yoongi tuts and slams his fingers in before curling them upwards and oH fuCk you’re gonna cum like really reaLLY sOOn-

a sharp cry leaves your throat when the tension finally snaps and you cum a loT harder than ever before

you’re pretty sure your soul leaves your body for like a split second

yoongi hisses because your walls tighten significantly around his fingers and he takes his bottom lip in between his teeth as he fucks you through your orgasm

your thighs are trembling and your body is twitching slightly and you know what yoongi could stop there and let you relax for a bit but

he is a devil of a boy

which is how he ends up making you have anoTher orgasm right after this first one

except this time he makes you cum with his mouth because he wanted to spice it up a little

“you did so good for me, baby” yoongi wiggles you into a pair of clean panties before leaning down and pressing a kiss against your mouth and flopping down next to you

“i hate you” you pant softly and yoongi grins and turns to look at you and your flushed cheeks

“that’s not what u said when my face was buried in between your legs”

yoongi now knows what his favourite christmas tradition is

it starts with a mistle and ends with a toe

MISTLeTOE

HE LOVES MISTLETOE

now thAT’s the good kush

hold up a tiny little weed above someone’s head and the person has to kiss you??? genius

but uh

you have to admit

yoongi’s having a little too much fun with mistletoe

but you can’t get mad at him because he’s finally interested in a christmas tradition

you’ve been giving him kisses all day which is not what you’re complaining about because you loVe kissing your boyfriend

but like

u have so much to do to prepare for christmas and yoongi is being very distracting

at one point you ended up making out on the couch for like ten minutes and when you were like ok i have to go buy more baubles for the tree yoongi whIPPed the mistletoe out from his back pocket and held it over you and was like!!! u have to kiss me!!! u said those were the rules!!!

“oh y/n~” yoongi sing-songs and you let out a sigh as you pull the cookies out of the oven

“yes, yoongi?” you set the cookies down before turning to face him and peeling the oven mitts off

“come n give me another kiss” yoongi wiggles his brows as he holds the mistletoe above his crotch

…classic

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hermannsthumb · 6 years

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listen. 21 on that prompt list was MADE for newmann

Anonymous said: For the winter writing prompts please do either 21, 36, or 37 whichever one speaks to you. Thanks so much!

21: we’re arguing when the ball drops on new year’s eve, and decide to kiss and shit i don’t think i hate you anymore

winter prompts from here

i think this fic has the honor of being my last newmann fic of 2018....omg...it’s been an honor riding with u all here’s to more gay scientists kissing in the new(t) year

“Seems a bit gauche, doesn’t it?” Hermann says. “A party, in the midst of...”

“Certain worldwide annihilation,” Newton says. “The end of the world as we know it.”

“Yes,” Hermann says. “I suppose.”

Newton tops off Hermann’s red solo cup with the questionable contents of the little flask he stashed in his inside pocket; Hermann glares, but Newton merely shrugs and screws the lid back on. “What else are we gonna do?” he says. “Besides, we’ve got--how many days ‘til the next one?”

Hermann stares at the combination of sickly blue vodka and lemon soda in his cup and recalls the numbers he scrawled across his board hardly four hours earlier. “Five,” he says. “Five days.” (Not even a week. The attacks are getting closer together.)

“Five whole days,” Newton says, considerably more optimistic. “We can afford a break or two.” He knocks his cup against Hermann’s companionably. “‘I feel fine,’” he half-sings. Newton’s wearing a gold-and-silver striped party hat that’s dangling almost entirely off his head, a feather boa with bits of sparkling tinsel woven throughout, large plastic glasses with 2025 written across the top balanced with his eyeglasses. He looks ridiculous. He tried to force a boa and party glasses on Hermann too, which Hermann politely turned down, though he did accept a party hat. He’s not sure where Newton found them.

“Can we?” Hermann says.

Newton reaches over and plucks at the elastic band of his hat, and Hermann winces when it hits his skin. “Lighten up,” Newton says. “New Year’s Eve! It’s supposed to be fun. You should be having fun. Stop killing my vibe.”

“Five days,” Hermann says.

Newton unscrews the lid of his flask again and says nothing. It’s just the two of them, in the lab; they’d been at the party further down the hallway crowded with other Shatterdome personnel (that’s where Newton had covertly snuck out the vodka) up until twenty minutes ago, when Hermann made a break for it to get some more work done and Newton followed. They can have a party with just the two of them, Newton insisted, forget everyone else, and then he dimmed the lights in the lab to their lowest setting and stretched out on the lab couch and ran his mouth off in a way that ensured Hermann would get nothing done whatsoever. “It’s New Year’s Eve,” he repeats, finally. “There might not be another one, you know?”

“Morbid,” Hermann tsks, and Newton snorts.

“You’re the one who called the party,” he lowers his voice in an approximation of Hermann’s accent, “gauche in the first place.” Then he suddenly sits up. “Hey, ten minutes to midnight.” He nods at the clock above his work desk. “I bet I could steal a bottle of champagne for us without Tendo noticing.”

Tendo Choi had been three sheets to the wind when they left; Hermann doubts he’d notice if Newton stole a whole table. Hermann nods, and Newton gets--slightly unsteadily--to his feet and scurries out.

He’s back in a matter of minutes, shutting the lab door behind him to cut them off from the party (which has begun spreading further down the hall) and singing Auld Lang Syne at the top of his lungs. He’s getting half of the words wrong. Including the refrain. “Mission was a success,” he declares, and waves the pilfered bottle dramatically over his head. “What are we supposed to do again? For tradition? Do we smash it?” He adjusts the bottle in his grasp like a baseball bat and swings it, ominously, in the direction of the wall.

“No,” Hermann says, and Newton falls back next to him on the sofa, face planting into the lone, ragged throw pillow they keep there. His eyeglasses and the 2025 glasses make ominous cracking sounds. “That’s boats. For, er, maiden voyages.” Newton looks up and peers at him skeptically. His face is bathed an eerie green in the light of his specimen tank. “We’re only meant to drink it.”

“That’s boring,” Newton says. He worries at the foil of the bottle. “I’m gonna smash it anyway. New traditions.”

“Please don’t,” Hermann sighs, knowing full well he’ll be left to clean up the shards of glass and sticky alcohol residue, but Newton merely grins at him and swings the bottle ‘round some more.

“Right against the wall,” he says, and then startles; his wristwatch beeps with the timer he set for one minute to midnight.

Hermann’s not sure what possesses him to say what he says next. He’s not had nearly enough to drink to excuse it. “I suppose it’s a good thing we’re changing tradition tonight,” he says. “Tradition would also have it that we--”

“That what?” Newton cuts in, with an expression that Hermann can’t quite read.

“Well. People are meant to kiss at midnight, aren’t they?” Hermann says, half-question, half-challenge. (Hermann is not blind. He does not miss Newton’s lingering glances across the lab, nor is he fooled by the string of excuses Newton uses--chalk on his blazer, something on his cheek, don’t worry, Newt will get it--to touch him. Newton touches him constantly.)

Newton licks his lips, taken aback, then grins again. “I don’t know,” he says, “are they? Have you been scoring every New Year’s without me knowing?”

“No,” Hermann huffs. “I only meant--people do it. Normally. I’m aware it’s a tradition.”

“They do,” Newton agrees. He’s got glitter across his cheek, probably shed from his 2025 glasses. He leers. “Hermann, you could just say if you wanted to kiss me.”

“I’m not--”

“I’d understand,” Newton says. “I’m hard to resist.”

“Newton--”

“--you don’t have to make up excuses--”

Newton’s wristwatch beeps again--midnight. There are cheers down the hall. Hermann pulls Newton in by the ends of his cheap boa and kisses him hard.

“You were serious,” Newton says when they part. He looks dazed. He didn’t smash the bottle. Down the hall, people are singing. “You actually--”

Hermann smooths his hands over Newton’s untidy collar. “Very serious, I’m afraid.”

“Wow,” Newton says. “Wow! Okay.” He’s grinning again, and he--to Hermann’s surprise--catches Hermann’s hands and laces their fingers together. “You mean you...?”

Hermann cannot bring himself to smile back. Five days. Not even a month after the last attack. After it, Hermann suspects it won’t even be two weeks. (In another lifetime, he and Newton might’ve had the time; in another lifetime, they wouldn’t even have met. Is it selfish to be grateful for the apocalypse if it gave him Newton?) But Newton--with his flask, and his silly hat, his strong hands and his glances and his thin excuses to touch--is so happy before him, and Hermann cannot bring himself to smile, but he especially cannot bring himself to disappoint the man he loves. He wraps his arm around Newton’s waist and kisses him again. “Yes,” he sighs against his lips. “Yes, Newton, of course I do. I always have.”

Newton plucks the elastic of his party hat again and bumps their noses together. “Lighten up,” he laughs, far too observant (or perhaps Hermann is simply being far too unsubtle). “We have time.”

“Not enough,” Hermann says. “Not--”

“We have time,” Newton says, firmly, then he kisses Hermann just as firmly, and Hermann lets himself believe it, if only for the moment.

#newmann #maria's fanfiction tag #wooo!!!#niolachein

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jeezperseus · 6 years

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A PLOTTING CALL IN TWO PARTS.

like for a msg !

CHARACTERS & INFO.

perseus hayden alexander xavier lehnsherr.

APPLICATION / INTRO / MUSING TAG

— adopted son of charles xavier & erik lehnsherr. nineteen. pansexual. accidentally married. regenerative healing & healing touch. fc: nick robinson. generation why by canon gray.

split knuckles, impulse tattoos, red solo cups, the copper taste of blood, post-ripped jeans, a story told in two parts, peals of laughter strong as vodka, shaking hands shoved in pockets, greasy fast food, low flying planes, cuffed shoes, the soft notes of a piano, a baseball bat in the back seat.

barbara “bobbi” morse.

APPLICATION / MUSING TAG

— former agent 19. thirties. bisexual. divorced. enhanced. fc: jessica alba. emotionless by drake.

gentle hands, biting remarks, unknown skill, non-disclosure agreements, hidden stashes of cash, studyblr accounts, handmade bullets, a tongue taught to deceive, coffee-mug rims, set shoulders, precise results, minimalism, lilting accent, a broken mirror, clean test tubes, red-painted nails around the hand of a gun.

andromeda rosalie isley-quinzel.

APPLICATION / INTRO / MUSING TAG

— adopted daughter of pamela isley & harleen quinzel. twenty-one. pansexual. single ( see below ). precognition. fc: lana condor. finest hour by cash cash.

whispers from a voice both soft and powerful, sloppily cut hair, pointe shoes, paint stains on every article of clothing, cassandra foretelling the trojan war, dirt under your fingernails, a love a week, the gold tinsel of a crown, unexplainable dreams, bundles of flowers, the soft rustling of worn cards.

roman darkhölme.

APPLICATION / INTRO / MUSING TAG

— son of raven darkhölme. twenty-four. pansexual. enchanted. persuasion & power absorption. fc: miles heizer. lost boy by ruth b.

the unexpected answer, washing your hands, casual disinterest, stacks of cash, little clear baggies, practiced ease, a silver tongue, whispers of the past, old cobblestone streets, bad decisions in the best way, sweaters and flannel, the burning of flowers, white lab coat, fear of the unknown.

loki.

APPLICATION / MUSING TAG

— the god of mischief. 1000s. fluid. open marriage. fc: daniel gillies & katie mcgrath. wild things by alessia cara.

dark skies, a long steel dagger, fog coming in, green & gold banners held high, the twisted around truth, stories told from a thousand tongues, crooked grin, a crown just out of reach, salt in wounds, ourborous, contrary to a point, blood superiority, loneliness as something else, eyes in the back of your head.

winona falcone.

APPLICATION / INTRO / MUSING TAG

— daughter of sofia falcone. twenty-six. bisexual. single. darkness manipulation. fc: shay mitchell. take me to church by hozier.

expensive fur, champagne glasses, hands covered in blood, instagram perfect, beautiful but deadly, the rich kids of gotham, sharp edges for a reason, dark hair in waves, a product of a situation, cherry stems tied with your tongue, heels on a hardwood floor, the many shades of red.

skylar helix mccoy.

APPLICATION / INTRO / MUSING TAG

— daughter of hank mccoy. twenty-two. lesbian. single ( see below ). genetic atavism & genius intelligence. fc: jennie kim. 400 lux by lorde.

a field of vibrant yellow flowers, the yipping of a small dog, fangs bared, constellations of words, no apologies, thousands of discarded ‘what ifs,’ the call of the wild, a small crescent moon necklace, pride without arrogance, false confidence, spitting blood, intelligence without direction.

CHARACTERS & WCS.

perseus hayden alexander.

a former foster care sibling.

it’s been a while, but he’s a pretty memorable kid / hasn’t changed much at all. until age 5 / 2004, percy was in foster care + went through a bunch of homes. this is someone who was in one of them! probs knows stuff abt him that even he doesn’t/doesn’t rem. the possibilities!

first relationship / current enemy. TAG

basically, it was percy’s first relationship back in his teens !! cute lil puppy love except he’s awful so not puppies more like … squirrels. like his first everything !! and then they broke up n it didn't go great !!! since then it has evolved and gotten much much worse - they’re now totally and completely against each other, hate each other, and will fuck w each other when given half a chance.

first relationship / current enemy.

barbara “bobbi” morse.

old mission target.

bobbi worked with shield for a very long time! she went on various missions, undercover and classified and the like. on this particular mission, this is someone she was targetting. what for is up to you, but the options are rather open to interpretation. just generally something that would have set them against shield’s desires.

rival.

bobbi being widely competitive when it comes to just about anything (science, training, lecturing) is bound to attract some friendly competition. they’re constantly versing each other, even in the simplest things, like giving out test results or getting ready.

ex that ended on bad terms.

it’s a common story. girl meets person, girl dates person, girl and person breaks up, girl literally hopes person dies in a fire. for whatever the reason, they didn't part ways peacefully. and you bet your sweet ass she plays the part of scorned ex great.

andromeda rosalie isley-quinzel.

poly ship. ( 0 / 2 ) TAG

andy has baggage, certainly. she’s a past weapon x detainee, unbeknownst to her, adopted from a broken family, and had her heart broken by the first person she dated. she’s serial dated for years. but these people, they made her stop & start to appreciate love for what it is again. this connect can be filled by someone of any gender.

ex. TAG

andy was younger and very awfully naive. she’s never really gotten over it. for whatever reason, they broke up— it could have to do with her slightly overbearing personality, or general attitude, or whatever, totally up to you, but it was the other muse’s decision to break up, leaving andromeda heartbroken and now seeking out love in places it’s not.

former prediction.

andy PREDICTED something about this muse, in the past. how long ago and what is up to you. it was something SERIOUS, though, and most likely bad. it could be as wild as death, or marriage, or a death in the family, or a regret, etc. it’s rly up to u !!

roman darkhölme.

childhood love.

this is honestly rly cute. they were lil lil kids when they were friends and were super cute n close. they got fake “married” once or something. they were just best friends who grew apart. now roman is hella dif. he’s manipulative and a total fiend and it’s like “where’s that cute lil kid who promised to fight off all the bad guys in my life??” like … cute n sad.

enemy.

they see him for what he is: a manipulator. they either have past experience with him or are just adept ( VERY adept; he’s good at hiding ) at noticing him. they don’t enjoy him. not his view of the world, his actions, or his drug dealing. roman doesn’t like them for a point. he doesn’t like being exposed.

clientelle.

the darkhölme-mccoy drug dealing business is going great, actually. paragon is full of just the type. and with roman’s skill of persuasion, they haven’t gotten caught yet. this is someone that roman knows from that particular side of his work. he sells them drugs.

loki.

someone he had a kid with.

the other side of the story. not someone he fathered/mothered, but rather someone he had a child w. can be any gender for obvs reasons. how old the child is is up to u!!!

someone he pretended to be someone else with, extendedly.

for them, he pretended to be a different person… for a very extended period of time. it’s a trick he played often, but for them it was honestly excessive. the nature of their relationship is up to you, but upon coming to paragon this person finds out that loki is LOKI ! god of mischief, stories, lies, what have u. they’re probs pissed lmao

asgardians.

while most midgardians known them as the god of mischief / alien asshole, this character knows a side of loki outside of the lore. they’ve met their kids & can even remember little loki, just around causing mischief, not trying to overthrow odin & what else. they have a better understanding.

winona falcone.

older sibling.

the oldest falcone ! mwahaha. so it’s this whole big thing that WINONA IS THE HEIR, but she wasn’t always. she has an older sibling who was disinherited from the family & cast out. a big ole family disgrace that none of them like to talk about. the reason behind this is up to you ! but it can range from being a MUTANT to a DEGENERATE to being SOFT to whatever. sofia is a pretty uptight gal.

best friend.

she’s not trying to replace raph. she didn’t think she would actually ever be given the chance, and for good reason. i mean, look at what happened to the last guy who took the spot. but they’re friends, for whatever reason ( and, damn, do the people commenting on her instagram posts speculate ).

ex.

she’s always been the exception that proves the rule. her sexuality is no different in that she’s not hte most comfortable with it. it’s just another thing she never told sofia about, lest her position as heir was to be threatened. that makes her exes an interesting story, especially considering she won’t acknowledge some of them.

skylar helix mccoy.

hateship to ship.

open to fem aligning nb & girls / both have reputations that proceed themselves ! sky obvs bc she had one inherently n bc of what happened & the other for w/e reason. pref an xkid. they knew each other when sky was younger but they didnt get along & when they reconnect , they dont get along right either. theyre a PLAYER really. like new girl on their arm every month. sky becomes one of the girls, rly. and sparks fly. and shes mad abt it. they have this antagonistic hatefuck relationship. and she finds herself starting to rly like them, falling in lov w them, unbeknownst to their own feelings (that shes the ONE). and like that

tutoree.

girl is, in fact, a genius, though people of many have expressed their disbelief at such a fact. she literally didn’t have education for eleven whole years of her development and is still ahead of her peers. she tutors in her free time. while totally organized, studyblr style, her teaching style leaves something to be desired in her paraphrasing of many a thing. ( vicki vc king george iii did what? sky vc fucked half of england )

someone who knew her before.

she was a prodigy child. famous beyond her years. even now, she’s on vogue lists, has millions of instagram followers, the whole thing — but for different reasons. this person knew her before she got taken, and are likely a child of the xmen or someone who was at xaviers. they remember the fearless child, ready to dive into anything, the kid who was always the top of her class. brash and happy, but kind, in a way she no longer is.

#* ━━ ◤ ᴹᴼᵀᴴᴱᴿᵀᴿᵁᶜᴷᴱᴿ ᴰᵁᴰᴱ ᵀᴴᴬᵀ ᴴᵁᴿᵀ ᴸᴵᴷᴱ ᴬ ᴮᵁᵀᵀᶜᴴᴱᴱᴷ ᴼᴺ ᴬ ˢᵀᴵᶜᴷ / ooc . ◢

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siempre-bucky · 7 years

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After the Holidays with T’Challa

T’Challa x Reader

Request: Hi! Can u do a T'Challa x reader where his pet panther Shuri II gets stuck in some Tinsel and Xmas decoration when he goes to visit the Avengers and Peter Parker is having trouble with his paper on Apartheid and he helps him while he & the reader clean her up? I just need something cute and chrstmasy with T'Challa... 🍭🎁🎄 - @cupcakequeen1999

A/N: post-Christmas!! I sometimes get really annoyed when people leave their Christmas lights after January grr.

T’challa liked visiting the Avengers Compound and he loved visiting his girlfriend Y/N...but, not after the holidays. As soon as he walked through the doors he was met with the overwhelming scent of Christmas. “It’s January,” he mumbled in shock.

Tony wasn’t lying when he said: “I’m going to blast your ass with Christmas.” The king further walked in and placed his suitcase on the ground in the living room and got the attention of Y/N.

“T’Challa,” she gasped, quickly running over and enveloping the man in a hug. He gladly wrapped his arms around her waist and kissed the top of her forehead. He hated spending the holidays without her but you know, duty calls.

“I missed you so much My Queen,” he spoke, putting his chin on the top of her head.

“I missed you too, so much.” The couple enjoyed their hug and time alone together but T’Challa couldn’t get the decor out of his head. It truly bothered him...it was January!

“Darling, why is there still a Christmas tree?” He questioned as they pulled apart.

“Tony well,” she hesitated, “is lazy.”

T’Challa puffed his chest and wagged his finger at the tree “That’s going to change,” he was determined to bring the compound into 2018!

The two sat down on the floor carefully placing glass bulbs in the box, it was calm until a large, and we’re talking large black panther ran into the room and right into the tree.

“Shuri!” Y/N squealed, “Baby, why didn’t you tell me you brought Shuri II.” She started picking off the silver Christmas tinsel in her jet black fur.

“The crew said she would be taken out back,” he told her, slightly annoyed. Once he saw Shuri’s yellow eyes look at him with guilt, he completely melted and gave her loving pats on her head.

“T’Challa! I'm so glad you’re here Man,” Peter said with a sigh of relief as he came downstairs with a pencil behind his ear and a thick stack of papers in his hand, his laptop tucked between his arm.

T’Challa gave a last pet to Shuri II and stood “How can I help you Peter?” he asked with a smile.

“I have a report on Apartheid, and I need help,” his face was desperate. T’Challa took pity and looked down at his girlfriend.

“I will help you while Y/N and I de-Christmas the place!”

Y/N rolled her eyes as T’Challa sat next to her and kissed her temple. All was well in the tower...except when later Tony realized all his decor was gone!

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verdigrisprowl · 6 years

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Sept 10 Dancitron Movie Night - Gotham 19-20 & Lego Marvel Super Heroes: Maximum Overload

Soundwave tried to explain to Prowl that Jim’s name isn’t Gym. Prowl didn’t quite get it.

Prowl was confused by the suggestion that fake boobs are unethical. Somehow this launched into a general conversation about weaponized boobs.

After Gotham, Soundwave showed a cartoon where the word “overload” was said about fifty times. It was hysterical.

Tonight’s serial killer had a very nice BDSM dungeon that he is absolutely wasting on kidnapping and killing women, when he could be using it on BDSM. It inspired Soundwave and Prowl to go have some fun with handcuffs after the stream.

Today NoodlesAtNight 7:22 pm *Soundwave's here, he's got a datapad, and he's got his nose buried deep in it. So to speak.* opatoes 7:23 pm /Smokescreen's coming in, looking a bit larger today, and he's going to wave at Soundwave./ Soundwave! What'd I miss last week? I've got something really cool to show you. SpecsTheSpectralDragon 7:26 pm *the dragon moseys on in, with treats! clearly, she was listening in on Arcee's ask session, because along with the typical gummis and mercury drops and silver bars, she's got some pumice drizzled in mercury syrup. dragons gonna make snacks for everyone.* Hello, Soundwave! NoodlesAtNight 7:29 pm [[Last week?]] *Without looking up.* [[We met Jerome Valeska, the son of a snake dancer in the circus, who killed his mother; in passing, we also met the Graysons. We also found out that Butch was brainwashed into doing anything Penguin says. Bruce threatened his company board into behaving themselves and they did not like it. Then, a group of bank robbers made a name for themselves with a red hood. Fish Mooney met the doctor in charge of the organ theft facility and convinced him to make her his right hand. A friend of Alfred's showed up, stayed a while, taught Bruce some things, and stabbed Alfred on the way out of the house after having stolen documents. Commissioner Loeb has blackmail material on most of the police and forced Bullock to lie under oath to get Flass reinstated; Gordon investigated Loeb and discovered that Loeb's daughter has been locked in a house for decades after killing her mother, then used that to blackmail Loeb in return. Kristen Kringle found a new boyfriend, much to Edward's distaste, and Fish discovered that the organ theft facility is on an icy island. ... He believes that is all.]] opatoes 7:30 pm Whoa. Whoa, a lot, huh? Well- at least I know now! Thank you, Sounds- Soundwave. NoodlesAtNight 7:30 pm [[And, now:]] *He turns to acknowledge the dragon.* [[You'll find another lobster behind the bar. Ask Ravage to show you if you cannot find it.]] Today MedicalMurdersaurus 7:30 pm *wanders in, clean and well-fed* NoodlesAtNight 7:30 pm *Nods at Smokescreen. Thank you for using his name.* SpecsTheSpectralDragon 7:31 pm Another lobster? Thank you, thank you! *the dragon chirps in delight and dives behind the bar. the Hunt for Snaccs has begun.* NoodlesAtNight 7:31 pm *Eyes Swoop. Please let there be no need for bridging tonight. He doesn't want to miss what happens. ... Of course, no Dinobot ever does what someone hopes they will.* MedicalMurdersaurus 7:31 pm *has never once in his life implied he knows how to behave* Bird? NoodlesAtNight 7:31 pm [[Yes. Ravage acquired something called 'butter' to go with it.]] NoodlesAtNight 7:32 pm *It's a whole churn. Don't ask where he got it.* opatoes 7:32 pm /Getting up and dabbing to the tune/ MedicalMurdersaurus 7:32 pm Bird! Kelpy 7:33 pm [slides a box out of his subspace to put onto the closest flat surface] I may have brought a bunch of snacks to share. NoodlesAtNight 7:33 pm *KERPOW and here is Bird like a shot from the rafters* *Her feelers bind the box up right quick.* MedicalMurdersaurus 7:33 pm *SQUEALS* MedicalMurdersaurus 7:34 pm Bird! opatoes 7:34 pm Wait wait more snacks? Specs, Swerve, have I ever told you two that I love you? Kelpy 7:34 pm I said to share-! NoodlesAtNight 7:34 pm [[Do as he said, Laserbeak. You do not want him to refuse to bring you more.]] {{..........Mehmehmeh.}} *Unwinds feelers. But stays perched near box.* Kelpy 7:34 pm Anyway, if you eat all those, you won't have room for the box I brought just for you. SpecsTheSpectralDragon 7:34 pm *bold of you to presume that she would look a Gift Ravage in the mouth, or do anything but make a mental note to bring tinsel fish to the next movie night. what the dragon DOES do is perch on the side of the churn and dip the lobster legs in the butter.* No, but you've told me now! *and in goes a leg. chawmp.* NoodlesAtNight 7:34 pm *Bright bright optic band. A box for her?* MedicalMurdersaurus 7:34 pm Bird have room for every snack ever :V NoodlesAtNight 7:34 pm ((whyyy rabbit the sound was fine earlier)) ((is it skipping for anyone else)) Kelpy 7:35 pm //it's fine for me? Kelpy 7:35 pm Yes, a box for you. That box is for everyone else. opatoes 7:35 pm ((fine for me as well!)) NoodlesAtNight 7:35 pm *Slooooooowly floats over. Swoop is right, but a box just for her is greaaaat.* Kelpy 7:36 pm [he's learned you see. distract her with a box all her own, and everyone else gets a chance at the other box.] Chillsins 7:36 pm *Windchill is here...by himself. A blessing or a curse? Time will tell.* opatoes 7:36 pm /Smokescreen's running over to grab a few snacks, just in case Laserbeak changes her mind and tries to take the box again./ NoodlesAtNight 7:36 pm *A wise idea.* NoodlesAtNight 7:37 pm *As soon as she gets the box of her own she'll sit by Swoop ....... and give him on-- tw-- ... two snacks from it.* SpecsTheSpectralDragon 7:37 pm *the dragon has given up all pretense of civilization, and is just using pieces of the lobster's shell to slather the meat in butter. Ravage has created a monster.* MedicalMurdersaurus 7:38 pm *starts to make a face but then smiles widely and takes the treats* Thank you, Bird : > NoodlesAtNight 7:38 pm *Soundwave watches in horrified fascination as she devours the lobster. Organic food. So gross.* Chillsins 7:38 pm (( I have to leave early again so I probably won't be all that active. )) (( Consider yourselves lucky. )) Today NoodlesAtNight 7:38 pm *He nods to Windchill. Welcome, welcome.* ((aaaaaa i'm sorry ;; such a good plot this time too)) Kelpy 7:38 pm [he's also sort of horrified fascination about the lobster. is that how you're supposed to eat it?] SpecsTheSpectralDragon 7:39 pm *she's from a mountainous biome and Ravage has just given her a churn full of nothing but pure fat. she's died and gone to bad food heaven.* Chillsins 7:39 pm (( Yeah I'm a little disappointed, my schedule changed so after this and next week I can't come at all for an unspecified number of months. )) MedicalMurdersaurus 7:39 pm *digs his claws into the treats and snickers to himself* NoodlesAtNight 7:39 pm ((DDDDDD😧 that suuuuuuucks)) opatoes 7:39 pm /He's just staring at the chum eating. Man, that seems brutal!/ Chillsins 7:39 pm (( Oh well, that's having to accommodate other people at every turn for you. )) NoodlesAtNight 7:40 pm ((my internet is shit rn for some reason. swoop mun i'm gonna pass u control and reset my net and then i'll be right back)) ((DON'T DO SILLY THINGS)) opatoes 7:40 pm ((swoop has power Kelpy 7:40 pm //is that wise Chillsins 7:40 pm *He can smell...something fatty happening. He tries not to look to find out what it is.* Kelpy 7:40 pm //lmao MedicalMurdersaurus 7:40 pm ((you can't give me ultimate power and expect it to end well)) SpecsTheSpectralDragon 7:40 pm *to be fair, tearing the legs off of the lobster and then cracking the shell open and pulling out the meat is exactly how most dragons would eat a lobster. lobsters may not be indigenous to their world, but there's plenty of similar things. unfortunately, butter is a whole new world. a delicious, delicious world.* MedicalMurdersaurus 7:41 pm ((okay everyone)) ((pun contest)) ((GO)) SpecsTheSpectralDragon 7:41 pm ((that's punbearable, swoop)) opatoes 7:41 pm ((I'm not about to punish everyone with the puns I know!)) SCProwl 7:41 pm *Prowl arrives relatively on time and crosses to the bar to set down a box with everything else that's been brought. she opens it to reveal roughly carved spheres of blue energon drizzled with thick, syrupy liquid energon, and leaves it there to be picked at anyone that might want one. there's enough for everyone that usually visits, with some extra... for certain individuals who might pilfer such sweet treats. time to find a seat* Chillsins 7:41 pm (( I'm the master of pee puns. Urine for a real treat. )) MedicalMurdersaurus 7:41 pm ((ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!)) NoodlesAtNight 7:42 pm ((god the audio is still mangled on my side. oh well. at least i've already seen this a shameful amount of times)) Chillsins 7:42 pm (( Is there something you would like to share with the class? )) NoodlesAtNight 7:43 pm *Laserbeak stops watching Swoop be a complete and utter precious dork at the smell of new food. Oooh?* MedicalMurdersaurus 7:43 pm *goes from stabbing the treats with his claws to smashing them into one amorphous treat blob* SCProwl 7:43 pm ((my audio is being surprisingly well behaved lately, i think updating those drivers manually did it \o/ MedicalMurdersaurus 7:43 pm ((LET THE RECORD SHOW THAT LASERBEAK THINKS SWOOP IS PRECIOUS)) ((MARK YOUR CALENDARS)) NoodlesAtNight 7:43 pm {{Returning soon. Holding on, please.}} *And over to Prowl she goes, hovering overhead like a vast, predatory bird....* MedicalMurdersaurus 7:43 pm ((HE'S IN HER HEAD)) MedicalMurdersaurus 7:44 pm *notices Bird's looming and snickers, wings fanning out a bit as he watching what will HOPEFULLY be a murder* opatoes 7:44 pm Prowl! Prowl, it's good to see you, too! MedicalMurdersaurus 7:44 pm *metaphorically! or literally. either.* NoodlesAtNight 7:45 pm *Is reminded Smokescreen said he has something to show?* SCProwl 7:45 pm *suddenly Laserbeak, Prowl nods her chin toward where she left the box* You're welcome to take one. NoodlesAtNight 7:46 pm *Slithers a feeler across the room and up right behind Smokey, between his wings, clicking the claws behind his head. Hello, there.* NoodlesAtNight 7:46 pm *It taps him on the shoulder.* Kelpy 7:46 pm [smothers a laugh] SCProwl 7:46 pm *smiles faintly in Smokescreen's general direction and pings him hello* opatoes 7:46 pm /BEEPS with the feeler tapping him, but turns around, going over to be close to Soundwave./ Sounds, do you know anything about playing instruments? NoodlesAtNight 7:47 pm [[He knows how it is done, for some of them. He does not have the ability to play them, himself.]] Chillsins 7:47 pm There is only one instrument that matters. Mayonnaise. NoodlesAtNight 7:48 pm *Bird takes TWO, because fight the man. She'll break a piece off one and give it to Swoop. Just in case Primus is watching.* opatoes 7:48 pm Oh- I guess my surprise won't be quite as cool. Uh, you know how I get magic once in a while, right? MedicalMurdersaurus 7:48 pm *blinks owlishly* SpecsTheSpectralDragon 7:48 pm *peeks up from the mangled lobster and the butter churn* How do you play mayonnaise? MedicalMurdersaurus 7:48 pm *is legitimately confused* *chirps* NoodlesAtNight 7:49 pm [[Yes, he knows. The multiverse knows.]] Chillsins 7:49 pm Creatively. opatoes 7:49 pm We-eeell, watch this, Sounds! NoodlesAtNight 7:49 pm {{You Swoop eat. It yours.}} Chillsins 7:49 pm I think you gotta pour it out and slap it really hard to make sounds. But I'm not sure. Kelpy 7:49 pm I don't... think that's how it works NoodlesAtNight 7:49 pm ((starting in 10 minutes, get your snacks and your drinks and your potty breaks and all that)) SCProwl 7:50 pm So it's a percussion instrument. SpecsTheSpectralDragon 7:50 pm ...Right. *okay, back to slurping up lobster meat drowned in butter* opatoes 7:50 pm /Smokescreen's transforming into an organ!/ NoodlesAtNight 7:50 pm [[..........What in the hellish depths of Gygax.]] Kelpy 7:50 pm Did you gtet reformatted opatoes 7:50 pm ... /Presses down on a key to show what it does. Does Soundwave just not know instruments?/ Chillsins 7:51 pm Maybe. It would take a lot of mayonnaise for me to try. MedicalMurdersaurus 7:51 pm Oh Uh NoodlesAtNight 7:51 pm *He knows what an organ is. He's trying to process Smokescreen being one.* MedicalMurdersaurus 7:51 pm *looks at the treats in his hands* opatoes 7:51 pm Uh, not willingly. But I think it's a temporary thing! NoodlesAtNight 7:51 pm [[Do you, er... function.]] MedicalMurdersaurus 7:51 pm Me Swoop don't... want SCProwl 7:51 pm What did he turn into? *pings Soundwave for a visual feed* MedicalMurdersaurus 7:51 pm *holds the snacks out for Laserbeak instead* NoodlesAtNight 7:51 pm {{No? Why not? Is good.}} *Soundwave sends Prowl the feed.* opatoes 7:51 pm ... /He's going to play a few chords to show. He works!/ chronosmith 7:51 pm *sliiides on it. First stop, the bar* Kelpy 7:52 pm Hi Whirl. NoodlesAtNight 7:52 pm [[Mind the butter.]] Kelpy 7:52 pm [slowly reaches out a hand to touch Smokescreen. is it real] SCProwl 7:52 pm *....that sure is a thing Smokescreen's turned into* opatoes 7:52 pm /Yep, he's real! He's pretty sure he's real, at least./ SpecsTheSpectralDragon 7:52 pm *waves at Whirl from atop the butter churn* MedicalMurdersaurus 7:52 pm Uhh dunno chronosmith 7:52 pm ...is THAT what that smell is? And hey, Swerve. All of you. *bobs his head* MedicalMurdersaurus 7:52 pm *licks the treat to test if it is good* It fine *offers again* Chillsins 7:53 pm *Waves also. He's alone tonight, so Whirl is spared.* NoodlesAtNight 7:53 pm {{Eeeeeeew. You licked it.}} chronosmith 7:53 pm *he's on week two of four so, gonna load up on a nice double Gaugebuster* NoodlesAtNight 7:53 pm {{It yours now. You eat.}} MedicalMurdersaurus 7:53 pm *snickers* NO no! SpecsTheSpectralDragon 7:53 pm *the dragon is running out of lobster. there's still a lot of butter in that churn.* NoodlesAtNight 7:53 pm [[May he--? Do you have optics in this form...?]] SpecsTheSpectralDragon 7:54 pm *...yep, she just took an actual bite. of butter. primus save you all.* Chillsins 7:54 pm *His ear flicks. What is Swoop fussing about now?* opatoes 7:54 pm Go for it, Soundwave! I don't have optics, but my sensors work kinda like how they do in my other alt mode. MedicalMurdersaurus 7:54 pm *has two very murdered goodies and one fine goodie and no desire to eat them, help* SCProwl 7:54 pm You still have your other alt mode? NoodlesAtNight 7:54 pm //...You s'posed to eat it like that?// *Rumble comes down and sniffs at the butter churn, then stretches. He's been asleep.* chronosmith 7:55 pm *while he's mixing his own drink* How's that, Smokescreen? Sound-based or light-based? Or something else? NoodlesAtNight 7:55 pm *Soundwave reaches out oh so slowly and presses a key. Biiiiiiing.* Chillsins 7:55 pm *Don't you DARE throw them across the room, Swoop.* opatoes 7:55 pm Yep! I haven't transformed into it in a little while, th-Biiiiiing chronosmith 7:55 pm *stares. Biiiiiing* SpecsTheSpectralDragon 7:55 pm *the dragon shrugs her wings* I have never had this before. *remember, she's from a planet without mammals. there's oils, and probably margarine-like substances, but no BUTTER, as there's no dairy.* MedicalMurdersaurus 7:56 pm *isn't throwing (yet), just offering them to BIrd with a very confused look on his face, since when is she not a vacuum?* chronosmith 7:56 pm *pauses for a moment, and then imitates the Biiiiiing back near-perfectly* Chillsins 7:56 pm *You know who is a vacuum, though?* SpecsTheSpectralDragon 7:56 pm *the fact that smokescreen has turned into a piano pales in comparison to a churn of high-fat food* Chillsins 7:56 pm *It's Windchill.* NoodlesAtNight 7:56 pm //Huh. ... Mind if I try?// NoodlesAtNight 7:56 pm *It SMELLS sort of oily-greasy. It's like. Almost appetizing, but not quite?* opatoes 7:57 pm /Hey, he's an organ! With pedals! But the food is way more exciting, that's completely reasonable./ chronosmith 7:57 pm ((i feel the spirit of paula deen in this room tonight)) ((wait i have a gif perfect for this I think)) NoodlesAtNight 7:57 pm ((WARNINGS: Gotham S1 19 -20 Beast of Prey, Under the Knife // 19 AND 20 ARE HARD TO WATCH. I mean it. If you need to duck out, duck out. Violence, blood, death; police brutality and corruption; foul or sexist language; implied and visible domestic violence; torture; Mama Kapelput being creepy; the horrors of guys who think they're entitled to peoples' affection; attempted suicide; decomposed body; assorted bdsm gear/kink visuals and bizarre offscreen implications - no graphic sex, this did air on broadcast tv)) ((Lego Superheroes short // half-ass mind control)) opatoes 7:57 pm Soundwave- can you try playing a C, E, and G together? chronosmith 7:57 pm ((thanks for the warnin!))

chronosmith 7:58 pm ((BUUUUTTTEEERRR)) SCProwl 7:58 pm *attention fully on whatever's happening with Smokescreen and Soundwave rn* SpecsTheSpectralDragon 7:58 pm *the dragon looks up in surprise* ...If you can eat it, be my guest. *she's used to making food for non-tarantulas cybertronians that is all but inedible to her* Chillsins 7:58 pm (( Christ. )) SpecsTheSpectralDragon 7:58 pm ((whirl I love you and you are my friend but why)) NoodlesAtNight 7:58 pm ((GAH)) MedicalMurdersaurus 7:58 pm *has no idea what is on tonight or what has happened in the past, is purely here for Bird* NoodlesAtNight 7:58 pm ((gotham is safer to watch tonight than that gif)) chronosmith 7:58 pm ((I have helped prepare u, audience, and make u stronger)) MedicalMurdersaurus 7:59 pm *awkwardly sets the treat mush down on the back of the sofa for lack of another idea what to do with it* chronosmith 7:59 pm *drink prepared! Pauses on his way to the couch by the churn to watch the Butter Shenanigans, and to nudge Rumble hello* NoodlesAtNight 8:00 pm *Soundwave has no musical training whatsoever; he does not know how to properly play the organ. All he can do is refer to his diagram of where keys are. So he puts one finger of one hand on a C, one finger of the other hand on an E, and uses the feeler from earlier to press the G. He does not do it all at once. Don't have him do this again.* *Rumble waves, still hoping for permission to taste test the butter.* SpecsTheSpectralDragon 8:00 pm *whoops! she shorted out from Delicious Butter Taste* Yes, go ahead! *hops aside to let Rumble at it* NoodlesAtNight 8:01 pm *He squints and sticks the very tip of the tip of his finger into the butter and brings the swiped goop up close to his visor. ....... Huh. LOOKS like grease. Mlem.* opatoes 8:01 pm ... Maybe I can show you how some of this stuff works after the show, Soundwave? NoodlesAtNight 8:01 pm //Aaaackhbphthbht.// SpecsTheSpectralDragon 8:01 pm No good? MedicalMurdersaurus 8:01 pm *doesn't really know what to do with himself so he just sits on the nearest sofa* Chillsins 8:01 pm A white outfit seems like a bad idea. MedicalMurdersaurus 8:01 pm *like a people* NoodlesAtNight 8:01 pm [[He will consider it.]] NoodlesAtNight 8:02 pm [[Rumble, stop eating organic food.]] //...Y'know how fuel - or, uh, food, I guess - gets kinda - stale 'n jus' this side of funky? 'S like that. Smells like it oughta be grease, but it sure ain't.// NoodlesAtNight 8:03 pm *He grabs a rag to wipe his finger off before heading over to Whirl and plopping down.* verdigrisprowl 8:03 pm *arrives, just a shade late* MedicalMurdersaurus 8:03 pm *pulls his legs up under himself to sit on them* NoodlesAtNight 8:03 pm *Greeting ping. Subtle pat of couch.* SCProwl 8:03 pm *pings alternate hello* verdigrisprowl 8:03 pm *ping. sits.* NoodlesAtNight 8:04 pm *Looks over to see the mush on the back of Swoop's couch. He vents. They just cleaned that yesterday.* SpecsTheSpectralDragon 8:04 pm I do know what you mean. I'm sorry it tasted like that. It's no fun to eat bad food. *the dragon shrugs, and goes back to shoving her snout into the butter* MedicalMurdersaurus 8:04 pm ((Bruce's actor is so good. He gets so much subtle stuff across.)) SpecsTheSpectralDragon 8:04 pm ((even my body language doesn't get that stuff across)) NoodlesAtNight 8:04 pm //'S okay. More for you, huh?// *Bop Whirl.* //How ya doin', mech?// NoodlesAtNight 8:04 pm //Got you a big glass of the good stuff, heh.// opatoes 8:05 pm /Smokescreen's pretty sure that's Prowl that's sitting near, and is pretty quickly transforming out of his organ alt mode and going over to sit next to round Prowl./ MedicalMurdersaurus 8:05 pm *sniffs his own arm* 😕 Kelpy 8:05 pm Flattery? verdigrisprowl 8:05 pm Hm. Promising. And suspicious. SpecsTheSpectralDragon 8:05 pm ((ed! ed- aw.)) ((not ed)) SCProwl 8:06 pm *she is sitting near and only a little disappointed he's no longer an organ* SpecsTheSpectralDragon 8:06 pm *peeks over at Prowl at "you had me at homicide"* NoodlesAtNight 8:06 pm [[What makes you suspicious?]] *He's not arguing. He's just curious the reasons.* chronosmith 8:06 pm ((whop sorry for delay got caught up in kitchen)) opatoes 8:06 pm /Hey, if Prowl asks, he'd be happy to transform again!/ MedicalMurdersaurus 8:06 pm Me Swoop smell funny verdigrisprowl 8:07 pm The fact that everyone in this police department tends to lie SCProwl 8:07 pm *maybe later when the movie's over* Chillsins 8:07 pm You Swoop smell like Swoop. MedicalMurdersaurus 8:07 pm Nuh uh Chillsins 8:07 pm Yuh huh. NoodlesAtNight 8:07 pm [[Oh, good. The Kel-E human survived.]] MedicalMurdersaurus 8:07 pm Nope chronosmith 8:07 pm *has gotten himself nice and settled, and is happily bopped* You know it, mech. *hoists the glass into the air and takes a swig* ...Ha! I knew she was still in it for her! verdigrisprowl 8:07 pm And I feel like it's still too early for them to be publicly throwing their lot in with Gym unless they were already bucking the status quo. Chillsins 8:07 pm Then what do you smell like? MedicalMurdersaurus 8:07 pm *holds his arm out to Windchill with a "check and see" pout on his face* chronosmith 8:08 pm How did butter-quest go? *looks between Rumble and the dragon* NoodlesAtNight 8:08 pm //Gross, 's how it went. Heh.// Chillsins 8:08 pm *Leans over and sniffs.* MedicalMurdersaurus 8:08 pm *is a clean boy today* Chillsins 8:08 pm Smells like an arm. A Swoop arm. MedicalMurdersaurus 8:08 pm Nuh uh! Not a Swoop arm. SpecsTheSpectralDragon 8:08 pm ...That, is a popped stitch. He should not be doing anything. Kelpy 8:08 pm You smell like soap. Chillsins 8:08 pm Then whose arm is it? Kelpy 8:08 pm You're awful clean looking MedicalMurdersaurus 8:09 pm Awful :V NoodlesAtNight 8:09 pm *There's Gym again. He glances at Prowl a second.* @P: [[It is not an equipment based name. It's a - a human one. He does not know what it means, but the glyphs are different.]] verdigrisprowl 8:10 pm @S «... It sounds like "Gym."» MedicalMurdersaurus 8:10 pm *licks his arm to see if that helps* *it does not* Chillsins 8:10 pm ....Does it taste bad? MedicalMurdersaurus 8:10 pm No :< Chillsins 8:11 pm Gimme. verdigrisprowl 8:11 pm *nods at Ed* HE'D probably say he wants to work more. MedicalMurdersaurus 8:11 pm *offers arm* chronosmith 8:11 pm why... would a speakeasy have a liquor license... SpecsTheSpectralDragon 8:11 pm It's the riddling human. Competent, if weird. opatoes 8:11 pm OH. Oh, I know what this show reminds me of right now. NoodlesAtNight 8:11 pm @P: [[He knows. It uses different letters in their alphabet. They really need a better alphabet.]] Chillsins 8:11 pm *Puts his mouth on the arm.* Kelpy 8:11 pm What's Spanish? verdigrisprowl 8:11 pm @S «... Well, I'm not speaking in their alphabet.» MedicalMurdersaurus 8:12 pm *watches expectantly* NoodlesAtNight 8:12 pm //It's a theme thing, I think. Like, a gimmick. It's a real bar, y'know? But dressed up for pretendin'.// chronosmith 8:12 pm Oh. Huh. Chillsins 8:12 pm *Spits the arm out.* verdigrisprowl 8:12 pm Who would want to go to a bar that's perfectly legal but LOOKS criminal? chronosmith 8:12 pm I know how to fly a helicopter. verdigrisprowl 8:12 pm ... Wait. What am I saying. Criminals. chronosmith 8:12 pm I'm pretty good, or so I've been told. MedicalMurdersaurus 8:12 pm *blinks* SpecsTheSpectralDragon 8:13 pm You are a helicopter. MedicalMurdersaurus 8:13 pm Better? Chillsins 8:13 pm Tastes like an arm. MedicalMurdersaurus 8:13 pm Gross Chillsins 8:13 pm It's okay. I've had worse. chronosmith 8:13 pm I'll be damned, dragon... you might be on to something. *toasts her and takes another swig* The very best kind of flying machine there is. MedicalMurdersaurus 8:13 pm Dinobots supposed to worse :< NoodlesAtNight 8:13 pm @P: [[He knows. He is trying to explain the way it is said and meant on Earth.... it's relatively unimportant, he supposes.]] Chillsins 8:13 pm You can't be the worst at everything. SpecsTheSpectralDragon 8:14 pm *the dragon waves a glop of butter as a toast* To the best helicopter. NoodlesAtNight 8:14 pm {{Him Whirl good helibot. Bird tested.}} opatoes 8:14 pm NO SpecsTheSpectralDragon 8:14 pm ((RIOT)) Kelpy 8:14 pm //wow MedicalMurdersaurus 8:14 pm Me Swoop not the worst at flying. Me Swoop am best! opatoes 8:14 pm "Maybe you're right" and the episode ends chronosmith 8:14 pm ((i sense the buttery, dastardly hand of Paula Deen in this)) Chillsins 8:14 pm See? I'm right. chronosmith 8:14 pm *also toasts Laserbeak* That is genuinely high praise. Thanks, mech. opatoes 8:14 pm ... Did he murder his other dates is that it verdigrisprowl 8:14 pm @S «... How's it spelled?» Chillsins 8:15 pm I'll laugh. chronosmith 8:15 pm The worst person at flying is anytime Optimus Prime gets a jetpack. Chillsins 8:15 pm *Cackles, just as promised.* opatoes 8:15 pm ... He absolutely did it chronosmith 8:15 pm And then it's... him. Using the jetpack. Kelpy 8:15 pm [snorts] MedicalMurdersaurus 8:15 pm *sniffs where Windchill got him* *this isn't right either* verdigrisprowl 8:15 pm "Unconditional" is an abuser code word for "submissive doormat who never questions me and accepts anything I do." MedicalMurdersaurus 8:15 pm Needs dirt Kelpy 8:15 pm This is a weirdly knowledgable flashback from a bartender. Chillsins 8:16 pm *It smells like slobber, dirt, and maybe a whiff of pumpkin spice lattes* Kelpy 8:16 pm I say that as a bartender. MedicalMurdersaurus 8:16 pm More dirt Chillsins 8:16 pm *Don't ask how.* verdigrisprowl 8:16 pm Oh, he's got an impressive-looking dungeon. SpecsTheSpectralDragon 8:16 pm *the dragon WAS going to say that being in a pairbond is considered to be unconditional love, but she's going to look over at Prowl in surprise instead* verdigrisprowl 8:16 pm Too bad he's a creep. MedicalMurdersaurus 8:16 pm ((Is that whatshisface from Heroes? Peter?) chronosmith 8:17 pm Shame they don't have anyone on the force who can smell worth a damn. Kelpy 8:17 pm That is an *EXTREMELY* knowledgable bartender. SpecsTheSpectralDragon 8:17 pm Is the docent sleep- oh dear, he was asleep. chronosmith 8:17 pm get a detective like Ravage or hell, even ME in there--if I was a detective, which, obviously, I'm NOT... and you could track em. SpecsTheSpectralDragon 8:17 pm ((AAAAAAAAAAA)) opatoes 8:17 pm A gun range, also known as a grunge NoodlesAtNight 8:17 pm *Soundwave looks up the last capture of the subtitle with his name in it and how the English word for gymnasium is spelled. Takes him just a second. * @P: [[To them, you are saying {G-Y-M}, but his name is {J-I-M}. If he were a Cybertronian, he would undo locks for a living, not be an exercise station.]] Chillsins 8:17 pm Pffft. MedicalMurdersaurus 8:17 pm *perks up* Gun range? SpecsTheSpectralDragon 8:18 pm He could shoot you. Chillsins 8:18 pm *Snorts.* SpecsTheSpectralDragon 8:18 pm OH. MedicalMurdersaurus 8:18 pm Me Swoop good shot : > NoodlesAtNight 8:18 pm ((SHIT i forgot to provide warning to snif about today i think)) ((woop)) opatoes 8:18 pm I *fingered* they'd do that! chronosmith 8:18 pm ((o7 we can always say you did, if you like!)) SpecsTheSpectralDragon 8:18 pm *looks at Smokescreen* Why. chronosmith 8:18 pm *either way he became suddenly and intensely interetsed in his drink the moment he saw where that was going* opatoes 8:19 pm Was it that punbelievable? verdigrisprowl 8:19 pm Or she might have been imprisoned. chronosmith 8:19 pm *and by interested I mean shotgunning all of it* verdigrisprowl 8:19 pm She could have been treated well while imprisoned. NoodlesAtNight 8:19 pm [[And he agrees that nothing good is unconditional. All things worthwhile come with conditions. It is how that worthiness is maintained.]] Kelpy 8:19 pm .... Chillsins 8:19 pm Who keeps having these flashbacks? Is it the bartender again? Kelpy 8:20 pm Her corpse guess NoodlesAtNight 8:20 pm [[We do.]] SpecsTheSpectralDragon 8:20 pm Padded walls, velveted cuffs, removed claws. MedicalMurdersaurus 8:20 pm *pulls his legs up to his chest, wraps his arms around them and rests his chin on his knees* Chillsins 8:20 pm I guess that'll do. NoodlesAtNight 8:20 pm [[It is for our information, not theirs.]] =Hm. Detective Ravage.= verdigrisprowl 8:20 pm I didn't say "nothing good is unconditional." Just that the kind of people who demand unconditional love, especially very early in the relationship, are throwing up red flags. Chillsins 8:20 pm It's a joke. NoodlesAtNight 8:20 pm [[He was speaking of love.]] chronosmith 8:20 pm I dunno. I think it's good to know that your beau would kick your ass, if you needed your ass kicked. verdigrisprowl 8:20 pm ... Especially the kind of people who have a string of exes that LEFT because he demanded "unconditional love." NoodlesAtNight 8:21 pm [[Or of loyalty, but the two are often entwined.]] //Hope she clawed his fraggin' optics out.// MedicalMurdersaurus 8:21 pm *looks around* What movie? SpecsTheSpectralDragon 8:21 pm Hopefully. chronosmith 8:21 pm *well. Now his glass is empty. He will be right back, Rumble* Chillsins 8:21 pm What what movie? MedicalMurdersaurus 8:21 pm ((I love her white nails)) verdigrisprowl 8:21 pm "Nothing good is unconditional" and "people who demand unconditional are not good" are two different points. MedicalMurdersaurus 8:21 pm *points to the screen* What. verdigrisprowl 8:21 pm I agree with your point, but it's not the point I was making. Chillsins 8:21 pm It's not a movie. NoodlesAtNight 8:21 pm [[Then he makes his and agrees with yours.]] MedicalMurdersaurus 8:21 pm YOU not a movie Chillsins 8:21 pm *No wonder him Swoop so confused.* Chillsins 8:22 pm ...This is true. NoodlesAtNight 8:22 pm [[Ah. Too slow.]] MedicalMurdersaurus 8:22 pm 😆 Chillsins 8:22 pm I've never been a movie. Not even once. verdigrisprowl 8:22 pm ... One exception. Laws of physics. Laws of physics should be unconditional. MedicalMurdersaurus 8:22 pm Not even once! *snickers* chronosmith 8:22 pm The only thing in the universe that is unconditional, and I mean this as in, it is an objective fact of the multiverse itself--*said as he approaches the bar to mix another, stronger Gaugebuster* --is that Starscream's voice is annoying. No matter what he does, or how he speaks. It's annoying. SCProwl 8:22 pm *leans forward, eager to see how she gets out of this* Chillsins 8:22 pm *Nods.* Don't want to be a movie, either. MedicalMurdersaurus 8:23 pm Why? Kelpy 8:23 pm Is she really that bad a liar. I thought she was good at coming up with excuses on the fly. SpecsTheSpectralDragon 8:23 pm ((guh, the cat pooped and it is toxic I'm dying)) chronosmith 8:23 pm I think this is an act. NoodlesAtNight 8:23 pm ((oh my god)) chronosmith 8:23 pm She's smarter than this. NoodlesAtNight 8:23 pm [[It seems she is making one up now.]] chronosmith 8:23 pm ((RIP in pieces specs)) verdigrisprowl 8:24 pm Whirl, I believed you have indeed discovered an unconditional fact of reality. NoodlesAtNight 8:24 pm *Rumble raises a hand to high five/two Whirl over the Starscream comment.* chronosmith 8:24 pm Yeah, she's completely playing him. NoodlesAtNight 8:24 pm *Sits up straight.* [[HE KNEW IT.]] Chillsins 8:24 pm Being a movie sounds boring. MedicalMurdersaurus 8:24 pm Fight movie cool 😆 This not fight movie :< Chillsins 8:24 pm Yeah... Kelpy 8:24 pm ... He can revive the dead? SCProwl 8:24 pm Ah, she is very good. Chillsins 8:24 pm But I don't want to fight forever either. So I don't want to be a fight movie. SpecsTheSpectralDragon 8:24 pm *hah* She got what she wanted. chronosmith 8:24 pm *pops that high five/two back once he's on his way back to the couch with the next gaugebuster* MedicalMurdersaurus 8:24 pm Joke movie verdigrisprowl 8:25 pm ((it averages out into a high 3.5)) SpecsTheSpectralDragon 8:25 pm CAT HUMAN NoodlesAtNight 8:25 pm [[...He wonders what they were going to do with the children. Surely he does not get many adolescent patients.]] Chillsins 8:25 pm No. You go be a movie. verdigrisprowl 8:25 pm He might. Children of the rich. MedicalMurdersaurus 8:25 pm Kay! chronosmith 8:25 pm Why WOULDN'T you stay at one for a few days? SpecsTheSpectralDragon 8:25 pm ...A gambling house, is it? chronosmith 8:25 pm It's nice and relaxing. verdigrisprowl 8:25 pm Hard to sleep. NoodlesAtNight 8:26 pm [[Hmm. He supposes some of their rich humans would care for their spawn. Exceptions, if nothing else.]] Chillsins 8:26 pm What kind of movie will you Swoop be? Fight movie? NoodlesAtNight 8:26 pm //Nah, it ain't a gamblin' house.// chronosmith 8:26 pm *sits down, gets comfortable, and gets back to chugging* MedicalMurdersaurus 8:26 pm FIGHT movie! Dogfight AND FIGHT fight! Kelpy 8:26 pm He recognizes it SpecsTheSpectralDragon 8:26 pm Riddling human. MedicalMurdersaurus 8:27 pm And funny And blood! And guts! Chillsins 8:27 pm Best kind of movie. *Nods.* SpecsTheSpectralDragon 8:27 pm Ah, I was right. Velveted handcuffs. NoodlesAtNight 8:27 pm {{Him keeping her prisoner!! Break glass! Smash face!}} *Bird rattles.* SCProwl 8:27 pm Ah, the other officer set him up. verdigrisprowl 8:27 pm Rich and powerful humans are very invested in continuing their lineage through their offspring. SpecsTheSpectralDragon 8:27 pm I wonder if she's poisoned it. MedicalMurdersaurus 8:27 pm *snaps his head over to look at Bird when she starts rattling, puffing up his armor in response* opatoes 8:28 pm Primus, this is... This is really creepy. NoodlesAtNight 8:28 pm [[He doesn't see why. It is competition for their acquisition of wealth.]] verdigrisprowl 8:28 pm Their offspring don't get their wealth until the elders die. Chillsins 8:28 pm We know that. NoodlesAtNight 8:28 pm [[Ahhh.]] opatoes 8:29 pm Primus MedicalMurdersaurus 8:29 pm *stares at Bird while he tries to figure out what got her fussed, still a bit fluffed up himself* NoodlesAtNight 8:29 pm *Laserbeak hisses. That many.* SpecsTheSpectralDragon 8:29 pm *the dragon makes a noise* How... MedicalMurdersaurus 8:29 pm ((where is laserbeak?)) NoodlesAtNight 8:29 pm *She's so glad she has no interest in that.* ((floating over the swoop couch)) Kelpy 8:29 pm Well, that's uh. Not good. verdigrisprowl 8:29 pm He has such nice gear. What a waste. Kelpy 8:30 pm He doeas have nice gear though. MedicalMurdersaurus 8:30 pm *crawls slowly onto the back of the couch so he can be closer to her, watching for some kind of cue if he's supposed to tear a limb off someone* verdigrisprowl 8:30 pm Right? The heavy shackles shown earlier looked amazing. Kelpy 8:30 pm .... They're bait. She's going to take the helicopter and leave them to be bait, isn't she Chillsins 8:30 pm Probably. opatoes 8:31 pm Knowing her? Absolutely. NoodlesAtNight 8:31 pm [[Hmm. Satisfying.]] chronosmith 8:31 pm *finishes chugging the second one just in time* HAHA. Nice. opatoes 8:31 pm NICE chronosmith 8:31 pm She is the best. Chillsins 8:31 pm He'd better be dead. chronosmith 8:31 pm ...*up again. His glass is empty. Unacceptable* SpecsTheSpectralDragon 8:31 pm Why didn't she kill him? Chillsins 8:31 pm *Groans.* NoodlesAtNight 8:31 pm [[And the shackles did look quite sturdy.]] Kelpy 8:32 pm I should get, uh. Hm. MedicalMurdersaurus 8:32 pm *reaches over to nudge Bird* verdigrisprowl 8:32 pm Weighty, too. NoodlesAtNight 8:32 pm *Bird flinches and whips her feelers out - then settles. Just Swoop. It's fine. She pats his head.* SpecsTheSpectralDragon 8:33 pm *the dragon makes a mental note of something. poor Bird.* chronosmith 8:33 pm Takes care of her people first--and she can fly a--she's the best. *shakes his head* She's the best character in this show. MedicalMurdersaurus 8:33 pm *gets slightly less puffed up when she pats him, but is still staring at her* opatoes 8:33 pm oh frag NoodlesAtNight 8:33 pm //Hot damn, she's still flyin'.// SpecsTheSpectralDragon 8:33 pm That looks bad. Kelpy 8:33 pm IS she seriously gonna fly with a bullet in the gut chronosmith 8:34 pm Why not? I have. *mixing another drink now* Chillsins 8:34 pm The Ogre. NoodlesAtNight 8:34 pm //Ain't like she got a choice. Can't land back there. Ain't nowhere else to go 'less she gets across the water.// Chillsins 8:34 pm *Snickers even though the topic isn't funny.* SpecsTheSpectralDragon 8:34 pm ((uh oh. Vanessa.)) NoodlesAtNight 8:35 pm //THAT is a shootin' gallery.// SCProwl 8:35 pm For drugs. NoodlesAtNight 8:35 pm //Seen our version of 'em loadsa times.// SpecsTheSpectralDragon 8:35 pm Oh, not a gambling house. It's a drug den. Chillsins 8:35 pm Not as cool as the kind with guns. chronosmith 8:35 pm Oh. Huh. *pauses to take it in* Not my kinda place. Kelpy 8:35 pm Oh. Chillsins 8:36 pm *In fact he strongly disapproves of this kind.* opatoes 8:36 pm Oh! They're friends again? chronosmith 8:36 pm Heh. NoodlesAtNight 8:36 pm //Yeah. She found 'im at the hospital with Alfred.// chronosmith 8:36 pm See? This is why I never touch that slag. Look how easy you roll over for someone just to get your hit? Pathetic. PATHETIC. NoodlesAtNight 8:36 pm //Kid's gettin' cold.// chronosmith 8:36 pm *he says as he slams his third drink right AT the bar* opatoes 8:36 pm ... Is that what that kinda stuff does? SCProwl 8:37 pm Yes. chronosmith 8:37 pm Better sooner than later. Gotta learn sometime. NoodlesAtNight 8:37 pm *Laserbeak is mostly calmed down now again. For the moment.* SpecsTheSpectralDragon 8:37 pm If he wants to survive, he might have to be cold. chronosmith 8:37 pm You MADE it his business, idiot. opatoes 8:37 pm Well, I'm glad I haven't tried that kinda thing much! MedicalMurdersaurus 8:37 pm *makes a face at Bird* Chillsins 8:37 pm Sad. NoodlesAtNight 8:37 pm {{...What?}} MedicalMurdersaurus 8:38 pm *blows raspberries then giggles* chronosmith 8:38 pm Saw too many burnouts in the dead end. Nothing more pathetic than a junkie looking for a fix. NoodlesAtNight 8:38 pm @P: [[The things you experiment with - are you ever concerned that you will end up in a place like this?]] SpecsTheSpectralDragon 8:38 pm Make a threat like that... There it is. Are they..? chronosmith 8:38 pm DO IT. SpecsTheSpectralDragon 8:38 pm She is. chronosmith 8:38 pm Good. opatoes 8:39 pm Phff- Chillsins 8:39 pm There you go. Kelpy 8:39 pm Oh my SpecsTheSpectralDragon 8:39 pm Not quite cold enough yet, little batling. SCProwl 8:39 pm Hopefully never. chronosmith 8:39 pm See? Point proven. Chillsins 8:39 pm 'Bout time someone had the sense to off one of these guys. SpecsTheSpectralDragon 8:39 pm Little bastard of a commissioner. MedicalMurdersaurus 8:39 pm Bird. NoodlesAtNight 8:40 pm {{What?}} MedicalMurdersaurus 8:40 pm You mad Bird? verdigrisprowl 8:40 pm @S «No, because I do all my worrying up front, /before/ the experimenting. I don't touch anything that hasn't been cleared as non-addictive and temporary.» NoodlesAtNight 8:40 pm {{Not at Swoop. Swoop best face maker.}} *Rolls upside down to be cute.* @P: [[And you're never tempted?]] Chillsins 8:41 pm Big dick energy. MedicalMurdersaurus 8:41 pm *tilts with her until he is off balance enough to slide off the sofa into a handstand* chronosmith 8:41 pm *snickers* verdigrisprowl 8:41 pm ... Didn't Gym come after the one HE loved first? NoodlesAtNight 8:41 pm *She flips upright and cackles softly.* Chillsins 8:41 pm Better check the swamp. opatoes 8:41 pm ... He kinda did the batman voice Kelpy 8:41 pm Wow he's... Angry opatoes 8:41 pm even though he's not NoodlesAtNight 8:41 pm [[He did not know the Commissioner's daughter was there. He was expecting paperwork.]] verdigrisprowl 8:42 pm Sure, but he still used her for blackmail. NoodlesAtNight 8:42 pm [[Perhaps - but that, to try to free Bullock and the others from having to do things like this.]] MedicalMurdersaurus 8:42 pm *smiles, he did good* verdigrisprowl 8:42 pm Accusing HIM of crossing the lime that Gym crossed first is... a little hypocritical. SpecsTheSpectralDragon 8:43 pm Because you couldn't. Claws, little cat. Keep them sharp. chronosmith 8:43 pm I mean, isn't it implied that this Loeb guy is using the serial killer to do his thing? Isn't that what he meant by putting her in danger? MedicalMurdersaurus 8:43 pm *kicks his feet forward and flaps his wings to get enough momentum to pop himself upright* chronosmith 8:44 pm So between looking for blackmail material and using a serial killer to commit ANOTHER crime to get back at someone... *singsong voice* One of these things is not like the other~ verdigrisprowl 8:44 pm I'm not saying Gym was wrong to use her OR wrong to be mad when it was turned around on him, but he's just—it's just factually inaccurate to say that the commissioner is the one who crossed the "using a loved one against someone" line first. NoodlesAtNight 8:44 pm [[That is fair.]] SpecsTheSpectralDragon 8:44 pm No, little cat, keep him /distracted/. If he mulls on it too much, he will- RIDDLING HUMAN! Chillsins 8:44 pm That's not how you eat a watermelon. NoodlesAtNight 8:44 pm //What'd the orbs do to you, Ed fleshie?// SpecsTheSpectralDragon 8:44 pm They were delicious. chronosmith 8:44 pm I'd figured you'd be all on board with him following the letter of the law. opatoes 8:44 pm That's one way to play with food! SpecsTheSpectralDragon 8:45 pm Thank the riddling human! Chillsins 8:45 pm It's a thankless job. chronosmith 8:45 pm Which includes dealing with, y'know. The fact that someone was murdered instead of killed in an accident. SpecsTheSpectralDragon 8:45 pm She's dead. opatoes 8:45 pm oh no verdigrisprowl 8:45 pm I /am/ all on board with him following the letter of the law, /but/ that's not the point that I'm presently making. Kelpy 8:45 pm Why isn't she calling back? Kelpy 8:46 pm No don't put it down SCProwl 8:46 pm ((cat scare, rude SpecsTheSpectralDragon 8:46 pm Follow the cat, the cat is smart. opatoes 8:46 pm better yet call while looking around NoodlesAtNight 8:46 pm [[Heh.]] ((i love the crosshairs window)) chronosmith 8:46 pm Hmm. You're probably right. *he's mixing drink number four* SpecsTheSpectralDragon 8:46 pm ((PFFF)) SCProwl 8:46 pm Why is her window wide open in a city like this? NoodlesAtNight 8:47 pm [[Too trusting, he assumes.]] [[Or her home's ventilation system is broken.]] chronosmith 8:47 pm Option number three: set a trap for the guy. Kill him first. Chillsins 8:47 pm That works. chronosmith 8:47 pm Toss him out a window... wait in a closet with a knife. Give her a gun. SpecsTheSpectralDragon 8:47 pm *looks over at Soundwave's Prowl to see what he thinks about this* Chillsins 8:48 pm At least these guys have some chemistry. NoodlesAtNight 8:48 pm @P: [[...For the record, do as she asked him to do.]] SCProwl 8:48 pm ...ah. SpecsTheSpectralDragon 8:48 pm Oh. opatoes 8:48 pm oh no Kelpy 8:48 pm So... he picked the ex as his loved one? verdigrisprowl 8:48 pm ((you've gotta start referring to prowls as something other than "soundwave's" because there are two different ways that can be read)) NoodlesAtNight 8:49 pm [[It seems his information is outdated.]] chronosmith 8:49 pm *pauses over drink #4* have her hide a poison knife somewhere on her person... honestly. Chillsins 8:49 pm She should kill him instead. NoodlesAtNight 8:49 pm //Oo, poison knife. I like that.// SpecsTheSpectralDragon 8:49 pm ((the dragon's internal monologue goes "prowl dating soundwave (soundwave's prowl)" and "other prowls")) ((but I will try to specify better)) chronosmith 8:49 pm So many fun ways to kill someone who would do your lvoed ones harm, so little time. *toasts the concept* Hell yeah, Rumble. verdigrisprowl 8:49 pm *his face is usually pretty blank. right now is no exception.* Kelpy 8:49 pm Yeah apparently his info is outdated. chronosmith 8:50 pm Preferably a paralytic agent, right? That way once he just collapses you can do whatever you want. *TIME TO CHUG DRINK #4 HE'S GOING FOR THE RECORD TONIGHT* NoodlesAtNight 8:50 pm //Yeah, but not somethin' numbin'.// SpecsTheSpectralDragon 8:50 pm *ah, alright. sometimes he makes expressions at the antics Jim gets up to.* chronosmith 8:50 pm 'Course not. Chillsins 8:50 pm Ooh, what a blow. NoodlesAtNight 8:50 pm *Damn. Whirl's knockin' 'em back, ain't he?* chronosmith 8:51 pm There he is again. Doing the stupid thing of flaunting his weakness in front of everyone. Someone's going to cap her. And I'M going to laugh. SpecsTheSpectralDragon 8:51 pm I know, Whirl! He says everyone's motivated by things, and then he shows off his motivation to the whole world. I think I'd feel too much pity to laugh. chronosmith 8:51 pm I dunno, watching him suffer would be fun, I think. chronosmith 8:52 pm He's such a smug little guy. NoodlesAtNight 8:52 pm [[Most times, he has the right to be.]] Chillsins 8:52 pm The Ogre. MedicalMurdersaurus 8:52 pm *looks over at Whirl* What flaunt? Chillsins 8:52 pm *Giggles again* chronosmith 8:52 pm It'll make it that much more satisfying when someone ELSE has a chance to be smug. MedicalMurdersaurus 8:52 pm *has no idea what they are watching, cause he's been watching Bird* SpecsTheSpectralDragon 8:52 pm He's not stupid. He does what he does, he does it well, and he takes some pride in that. MedicalMurdersaurus 8:52 pm *but he heard a dino-word* Chillsins 8:53 pm Flaunt means showing off. chronosmith 8:53 pm I can't believe this guy is out here giving Shrek a bad name. MedicalMurdersaurus 8:53 pm Duh! Chillsins 8:53 pm It's a disgrace. opatoes 8:53 pm but what if the murderer's a cop NoodlesAtNight 8:53 pm [[Because placing cops on people has worked so well before.]] *Thinking of the mayor.* SpecsTheSpectralDragon 8:53 pm Honestly... I am wondering. chronosmith 8:54 pm The Penguin. *mixing another gaugebuster* He made a point of telling someone that he was able to take down someone once he knew what drove them. Chillsins 8:54 pm She sounds very enthusiastic. SpecsTheSpectralDragon 8:54 pm Does he not like being called a riddl- ling. ... Oh no. verdigrisprowl 8:54 pm Enigma is going to commit a murder. SpecsTheSpectralDragon 8:54 pm I think you are right, Prowl. Kelpy 8:54 pm He is SCProwl 8:55 pm Doesn't everyone in this city eventually? NoodlesAtNight 8:55 pm [[The world will be better for it.]] opatoes 8:55 pm hardly an enigma why though chronosmith 8:55 pm And yet here he is, making it obvious for anyone who wants a chance at hurting HIM. He loves his progenitor. Loves her sooo much. SpecsTheSpectralDragon 8:55 pm It surely will be. NoodlesAtNight 8:55 pm [[Though it is against the law.]] verdigrisprowl 8:55 pm ... With exquisitely misleading evidence. MedicalMurdersaurus 8:55 pm Progenitor means..... ? Chillsins 8:55 pm Creator. MedicalMurdersaurus 8:55 pm Oh! chronosmith 8:55 pm What he said. MedicalMurdersaurus 8:55 pm Me Swoop creator is Ratchet. And Wheeljack! chronosmith 8:56 pm *takes his new drink and finally returns to the couch, flopping back next to Rumble and staring darkly at the screen* NoodlesAtNight 8:56 pm //Probably figures he's strong enough to make sure don't nobody touch her.// Chillsins 8:56 pm And how does that make you feel? SpecsTheSpectralDragon 8:56 pm HAH. NoodlesAtNight 8:56 pm @W: //...You okay, mech?// MedicalMurdersaurus 8:56 pm Feel? SpecsTheSpectralDragon 8:56 pm I can hear Alfred's blood pressure going up. Chillsins 8:56 pm You have feelings, yeah? chronosmith 8:56 pm ((alfred's smile omg)) SCProwl 8:56 pm ((it's like that, bruce Kelpy 8:56 pm IS this the beginning of the Batman/Catwoman ship[ MedicalMurdersaurus 8:56 pm Yah! Duh! chronosmith 8:56 pm @R: I will be. NoodlesAtNight 8:57 pm [[It must be. He does seem enamored of her.]] Chillsins 8:57 pm Eh, it was a joke anyway. MedicalMurdersaurus 8:57 pm Jokes funny SpecsTheSpectralDragon 8:57 pm It's very cute. Hatchlings can't pairbond, but it does seem like that's where it's heading. NoodlesAtNight 8:57 pm @W: //Anythin' I could do? Somethin' I oughta know? Mechs I gotta punch?// Chillsins 8:57 pm You're funny. MedicalMurdersaurus 8:57 pm Yah! 😆 chronosmith 8:58 pm *outwardly, he shakes his head* ... @R: Just feeling. Off tonight. *obviously thought he could handle a little something he couldn't* Chillsins 8:58 pm *Nods.* MedicalMurdersaurus 8:58 pm Me Swoop am very funny SpecsTheSpectralDragon 8:58 pm Oh no. Is he going to get into a fistfight with a serial killer? Chillsins 8:58 pm I mean, I would. verdigrisprowl 8:58 pm ... Is he implying that specializing in fake boobs and having ethics are considered incompatible to humans? SCProwl 8:58 pm No, he's going to almost get run over by a serial killer. SpecsTheSpectralDragon 8:58 pm I would too, if I was designed for fistfights. Chillsins 8:58 pm But then, I tend to win fistfights. SpecsTheSpectralDragon 8:59 pm I don't fistfight. I bite bite. NoodlesAtNight 8:59 pm [[.........He has no idea. He did not know that could even be falsified.]] verdigrisprowl 8:59 pm Are fake boobs unethical? MedicalMurdersaurus 8:59 pm Me Swoop fistfight AND bite 😆 NoodlesAtNight 8:59 pm [[Perhaps if they've been weaponized. Filled with poison gas, or something of the sort.]] Chillsins 8:59 pm Do you Swoop win? MedicalMurdersaurus 9:00 pm Yah! Most. Chillsins 9:00 pm Good. MedicalMurdersaurus 9:00 pm Sometimes SpecsTheSpectralDragon 9:00 pm Brave, brave man. verdigrisprowl 9:00 pm I've never seen weaponized boobs. Chillsins 9:00 pm Whirl has weaponized boobs. MedicalMurdersaurus 9:00 pm Me Swoop am smallest Dinobot. Sludge can squish Me. chronosmith 9:00 pm *takes a long drink, and then nudges Rumble* @R: I really DO appreciate your willingness to fight anything that might have upset me. ...and I don't doubt your ability, either. MedicalMurdersaurus 9:00 pm Grimlock and Slag PUNCH NoodlesAtNight 9:00 pm [[Of course you have.]] *Soundwave stretches an arm out to point at Laserbeak.* chronosmith 9:01 pm ((omg bruce)) verdigrisprowl 9:01 pm ... You're calling your own deployer a boob? Soundwave. SpecsTheSpectralDragon 9:01 pm *laughter* I feel sorry for poor Barbara. I mean, I don't. chronosmith 9:01 pm I do! opatoes 9:01 pm barbera has a daughter now SpecsTheSpectralDragon 9:01 pm But, she was flabbergasted. NoodlesAtNight 9:01 pm *Soft huffing.* [[Anatomical jokes. She is quite competent, I assure you.]] chronosmith 9:01 pm I got the best damn boobs of all. The kind that can kill someone. NoodlesAtNight 9:01 pm {{Competent! Bird BEST.}} MedicalMurdersaurus 9:01 pm Boob Chillsins 9:02 pm Killer boobs all around. MedicalMurdersaurus 9:02 pm *is being a parrot, not adding to the conversation* opatoes 9:02 pm oh dear SpecsTheSpectralDragon 9:02 pm *looks over at-* WHIRL. MedicalMurdersaurus 9:02 pm ((jesus christ)) SpecsTheSpectralDragon 9:02 pm IT'S HAPPENING. Chillsins 9:02 pm *Don't be silly boob is an essential element to any conversation.* chronosmith 9:02 pm GOOD. Chillsins 9:02 pm Well, Whirl, you were right. chronosmith 9:02 pm ...oh damn he's doing even worse. He's. opatoes 9:02 pm is... is oswald getting a stepdad NoodlesAtNight 9:02 pm *Rumble nods to Whirl. Of course he's willing to fight. But if it ain't something that can be shared, he'll be quiet.* chronosmith 9:03 pm *he's joking, but he's delivering it straight* He's going to be his new dad. SpecsTheSpectralDragon 9:03 pm *laughs* What a twist. Chillsins 9:03 pm He doesn't seem like a good new dad. Kelpy 9:03 pm Aw, she cleans up cute for a kid. verdigrisprowl 9:03 pm *leans on Soundwave* Anyway, I meant human boobs. Not weapons in approximately the same place as boobs. chronosmith 9:03 pm That makes his revenge even more perfect. SCProwl 9:03 pm ((baby batcat is so adorable <3 NoodlesAtNight 9:04 pm *Leans back in.* [[Ah. Then he does not think he has seen any, either. But he is not interested in interfacing with organics.]] Chaoit 9:04 pm ((Ihoi NoodlesAtNight 9:04 pm [[Perhaps some of them are hiding them.]] SpecsTheSpectralDragon 9:04 pm Wise idea, Harvey. Bets on the new girlfriend being the corpse in the bed? opatoes 9:04 pm oh no oh no oh no verdigrisprowl 9:04 pm ... Do you need to be interested in interfacing with organics to see weaponized boobs? Chillsins 9:05 pm I've seen organic boobs. verdigrisprowl 9:05 pm ...... I HAVE seen a weaponized bra. SpecsTheSpectralDragon 9:05 pm I have never met a dragon with boobs, much less weaponized boobs. NoodlesAtNight 9:05 pm [[He does not imagine they would disrobe for any other reason. They do not on their shows. Except for bathing, and he is not interested in that either.]] *Pause.* [[You have?]] SpecsTheSpectralDragon 9:05 pm *she assumes boobs are like what Whirl has, with machine guns* verdigrisprowl 9:05 pm Yes. It wasn't a very good weapon. Chillsins 9:05 pm *Let's just say that Spec's assumption is right.* opatoes 9:05 pm that is your name! MedicalMurdersaurus 9:06 pm That pretty boring dance Chillsins 9:06 pm Yeah. NoodlesAtNight 9:07 pm [[...What did it do?]] opatoes 9:07 pm One mistake? SCProwl 9:07 pm ((oh hey, Niles opatoes 9:07 pm ... Is it that he got caught? NoodlesAtNight 9:07 pm //Heck of an ongoin' single mistake.// SpecsTheSpectralDragon 9:07 pm I suspect it was that he got caught. Chillsins 9:07 pm Pfft. MedicalMurdersaurus 9:07 pm Them need Bird for better dance music : > verdigrisprowl 9:07 pm Briefly obscure an officer's vision. chronosmith 9:07 pm *they are two guns, not necessarily machine guns* Chillsins 9:07 pm Yes, let's have a public fight, at a ball no less. chronosmith 9:08 pm Hell yeah, Cat. NoodlesAtNight 9:08 pm *Soundwave straightens up, motionless - then leans forward, shoulders shaking.* {{Peh. Them not know how dancing Bird music.}} SpecsTheSpectralDragon 9:08 pm Riddling human, no. opatoes 9:08 pm riddle man SpecsTheSpectralDragon 9:08 pm Don't do it. NoodlesAtNight 9:08 pm //Aw, c'mon, don't kill 'im in public.// opatoes 9:08 pm is he gonna... SpecsTheSpectralDragon 9:08 pm *the dragon hides her face* MedicalMurdersaurus 9:08 pm How dance for Bird music? :V Chillsins 9:08 pm His name makes me think of doughnuts. NoodlesAtNight 9:08 pm //They're all gonna see.// SpecsTheSpectralDragon 9:08 pm NO. chronosmith 9:08 pm I mean, I don't dance, of course, but if I did, I'd need something more sprightly than THAT limp stuff. Kelpy 9:09 pm [twitches fingers] NoodlesAtNight 9:09 pm //HE needs a firm hand. Squeezin' his puny flesh neck.// opatoes 9:09 pm ... Nygma please demolish him somehow chronosmith 9:09 pm Honestly, yeah. SpecsTheSpectralDragon 9:09 pm *groans* He's going to commit a murder. He doesn't know it yet, but he's going to. Poor riddling human, he's going to be arrested by the Jim human. verdigrisprowl 9:10 pm Yep. He's definitely plotting murder. NoodlesAtNight 9:10 pm {{Bird dance music for strong, fast.}} chronosmith 9:10 pm More power to him. Go for it! Take your first life! MedicalMurdersaurus 9:10 pm *bobs a little as he tries to imagine some of Bird's songs* chronosmith 9:11 pm I think he's ruined his chances with that girl by being creepy but honestly, what's more romantic than presenting your beau with the corpse of someone who hurt them? SpecsTheSpectralDragon 9:11 pm Give us a picture, old man. Chillsins 9:11 pm He had surgery, perhaps. They showed us that. opatoes 9:11 pm He did go to a surgical place chronosmith 9:12 pm Yeah. Bunch of folks with brand new faces. SpecsTheSpectralDragon 9:12 pm He did indeed. verdigrisprowl 9:12 pm Even recommended an employee to them. SpecsTheSpectralDragon 9:12 pm OH. chronosmith 9:12 pm Oh, come on, that's not so bad. opatoes 9:12 pm oh dear SpecsTheSpectralDragon 9:12 pm *the dragon makes a face* How did he EAT? chronosmith 9:12 pm *perks up; oh, this is good* *Whirl is HERE to watch him squirm* MedicalMurdersaurus 9:12 pm ((that is some next level emo fringe)) Chillsins 9:13 pm (( It bothers me, it looks so greasy. )) chronosmith 9:13 pm *leans forward, optic widening* opatoes 9:13 pm oh wow chronosmith 9:13 pm Oh, this is too good. This is TOO GOOD. NoodlesAtNight 9:13 pm ((it's supposed to; he's a dirty birdy. they give him dirty nails and whatnot too)) SpecsTheSpectralDragon 9:13 pm *the dragon watches with bated breath* Chillsins 9:14 pm (( It's NASTY. )) (( But yes I have noticed. )) chronosmith 9:14 pm He should've kept going and gave her a heart attack. verdigrisprowl 9:14 pm Hm. And here I thought he was just going to hurt her. He DID hurt her, but not the way I expected. NoodlesAtNight 9:14 pm [[The way he hurt her is worse.]] Kelpy 9:14 pm Dunno, mental and emotional anguish for her seems to be more effectve. SpecsTheSpectralDragon 9:14 pm The Penguin is going to kill him. MedicalMurdersaurus 9:14 pm ((barb why do you have xenomorph hair)) MedicalMurdersaurus 9:15 pm ((just because you have big hair doesn't mean you have enough secrets to fill it)) Kelpy 9:15 pm Ed, nooo. Chillsins 9:15 pm Sure was, sicko. chronosmith 9:15 pm Oh, boo hoo. SpecsTheSpectralDragon 9:16 pm Mhm. chronosmith 9:16 pm Go sit in a corner and cry about it. Kelpy 9:16 pm She's a horrible girlfriend. verdigrisprowl 9:16 pm Oh, you poor, lonely little sparkless killer. opatoes 9:16 pm dump him Kelpy 9:16 pm You don't wanna date her either. chronosmith 9:16 pm I mean, point, Swerve. SCProwl 9:16 pm Ugh. SpecsTheSpectralDragon 9:16 pm Bite his lips off. opatoes 9:16 pm oh no chronosmith 9:16 pm Ha. Nice. Chillsins 9:17 pm Nice. opatoes 9:17 pm good teamwork! SpecsTheSpectralDragon 9:17 pm Good job, bitlets! chronosmith 9:18 pm What an intimidating callout. Kelpy 9:18 pm Ed, please. SpecsTheSpectralDragon 9:18 pm Riddling human. No, opatoes 9:18 pm ed oh no chronosmith 9:18 pm Ohh, is this where it happens? SpecsTheSpectralDragon 9:18 pm No. He's going to do it. Kelpy 9:18 pm [holds face] SpecsTheSpectralDragon 9:18 pm Of course he is. chronosmith 9:18 pm *clicks his free claw eagerly* SpecsTheSpectralDragon 9:18 pm *sighs and winces* chronosmith 9:18 pm HAHAAA SpecsTheSpectralDragon 9:18 pm There it goes. chronosmith 9:18 pm There ya go! SpecsTheSpectralDragon 9:18 pm And he just realized how good he is at it. chronosmith 9:19 pm Look at him! He's getting into it! opatoes 9:19 pm whoooooops chronosmith 9:19 pm This is precious. This is honestly precious. SpecsTheSpectralDragon 9:19 pm Clean yourself up, riddling human. SCProwl 9:19 pm This won't be the last time he does this. verdigrisprowl 9:19 pm Enigma. You should have stopped at one. opatoes 9:19 pm ... he's been investigating this stuff for years he should know how to hide the evidence Kelpy 9:19 pm [anorts at Prowl] NoodlesAtNight 9:19 pm [[What difference does it make? The fleshling is dead either way.]] Chillsins 9:19 pm One would think. verdigrisprowl 9:19 pm You're a forensic investigator, you know that multiple stabs show evidence of a crime of passion. NoodlesAtNight 9:19 pm [[Ah.]] SpecsTheSpectralDragon 9:19 pm It will not be his last. chronosmith 9:20 pm If he burns the body, though, they won't be able to figure out how many times he was stabbed! ...*again is paying close attention* verdigrisprowl 9:20 pm You'd be surprised. SpecsTheSpectralDragon 9:20 pm I don't exactly think he is thinking straight. Chillsins 9:20 pm Eat the body. SpecsTheSpectralDragon 9:20 pm ...That would do it. NoodlesAtNight 9:20 pm //.....Yeah, I don't think she bought it, buddy.// MedicalMurdersaurus 9:20 pm Me SWOOP can burn bodies! :V chronosmith 9:21 pm Nope. SpecsTheSpectralDragon 9:21 pm Of course not. Chillsins 9:21 pm Please do not demonstrate in the building. chronosmith 9:21 pm All that cleverness couldn't make him a decent liar. I'm going to ENJOY this. MedicalMurdersaurus 9:21 pm With FACE > SpecsTheSpectralDragon 9:21 pm It's hard to lie to a docent. WHY WOULD YOU SAY THAT. opatoes 9:21 pm oswald no verdigrisprowl 9:21 pm Anyway, if you burn a body, then you have a burned body to deal with. SpecsTheSpectralDragon 9:21 pm WHY THERE Kelpy 9:21 pm Was... was he just a delivery man opatoes 9:21 pm Oswald are you gonna have to clean that up chronosmith 9:21 pm Scatter the ashes! verdigrisprowl 9:22 pm And the site of the burning. chronosmith 9:22 pm Right into that nasty water. verdigrisprowl 9:22 pm And during the time that it's burning, you have a fire. chronosmith 9:23 pm The police force in this town is stretched thin, and half of it's corrupt--go to a place where you know they won't go. Some big crime lord's stomping ground. He works for the cops, he knows the regulars. They might think it's a message for that hotshot new commissioner who's making waves--you kill one of his men and burn the body? Sounds like a message. chronosmith 9:24 pm Obviously a lot of this is "right time, right place" but he's in the right time at the right place. verdigrisprowl 9:24 pm No, the best strategy would be to make the killing look as anonymous and pointless as possible. SpecsTheSpectralDragon 9:24 pm *laughs despite herself* Oh, no. opatoes 9:24 pm ... is the music included or verdigrisprowl 9:24 pm One stab. Take his wallet. Leave him there. SCProwl 9:24 pm It might be. NoodlesAtNight 9:24 pm ((and now, for lighter content)) chronosmith 9:24 pm *tilts his head thoughtfully* Fair. Gotham's probably rife with that sort of thing. opatoes 9:24 pm like does he have the music start up anytime someone enters SpecsTheSpectralDragon 9:24 pm That would be a fancy torture dungeon, to have its own soundtrack. He is rich enough. opatoes 9:24 pm lighter content sounds good right now but also cliffhanger Kelpy 9:24 pm ... chronosmith 9:24 pm BUT I'm talking about what you do AFTER you thoroughly enjoy yourself by stabbing him a bunch of times. Kelpy 9:25 pm Spiderman!@ verdigrisprowl 9:25 pm And that's why he shouldn't have stabbed a bunch of times. opatoes 9:25 pm SPIDEY chronosmith 9:25 pm I mean, you know how it is, in the heat of the moment. ...well, maybe not you. SCProwl 9:25 pm ...what is this then? verdigrisprowl 9:25 pm Yeah, can't relate. MedicalMurdersaurus 9:25 pm Bird NoodlesAtNight 9:25 pm [[Hmm. A dungeon that plays its own music.]] Chillsins 9:25 pm Snow fort. NoodlesAtNight 9:25 pm //It's the Avengin' superheroes. Different from Bat guy's world.// SCProwl 9:25 pm It wouldn't be difficult to set up something like that. Chillsins 9:25 pm *Pouts.* Kelpy 9:26 pm [thinking face] chronosmith 9:26 pm Then take it from an expert: getting to take out the full brunt of your revenge on someone who deserves it is a rare and highly treasured experience. opatoes 9:26 pm I want a lego movie about my universe chronosmith 9:26 pm Worth the extra work of hiding the evidence. Chillsins 9:26 pm Eat the snowball. chronosmith 9:26 pm ((this is adorbale omg)) SpecsTheSpectralDragon 9:26 pm ((it is really really cute lmao)) MedicalMurdersaurus 9:26 pm *chews on his lip* opatoes 9:27 pm ((man now i'm imagining if they got to do like... do lego transformers movies)) Chillsins 9:27 pm It's a secret. Or not. NoodlesAtNight 9:27 pm ((there's the kreon commercials)) [[Ugh. Evil snow.]] opatoes 9:27 pm ((true! but it's no full episode or movie)) SpecsTheSpectralDragon 9:27 pm How does one make /evil/ snow, anyways? Chillsins 9:27 pm You pee in it. MedicalMurdersaurus 9:27 pm Kehehheh Him squisih NoodlesAtNight 9:28 pm [[It's inherent to all snow.]] opatoes 9:28 pm how do you pe- I don't want to ask do I Kelpy 9:28 pm Some long tentacles Chillsins 9:28 pm Snow is pretty great. opatoes 9:28 pm uuuuggggh why are there so many feelers NoodlesAtNight 9:28 pm //Pfhfhfgehhghgehehh.// opatoes 9:28 pm he's wh Kelpy 9:28 pm [snickers about opverload] SpecsTheSpectralDragon 9:28 pm I like snow. opatoes 9:28 pm phfhffbfff Chillsins 9:28 pm A snowflake a day keeps the Soundwaves away. MedicalMurdersaurus 9:28 pm Kehhehh Bird! He walk like BIrd. *waggles fingers* Feelers. chronosmith 9:29 pm ...you. *blinks at Rumble* You good? opatoes 9:29 pm Why can't you eat dryer lint ... what's dryer lint NoodlesAtNight 9:29 pm //Yeah. 'S nothin'.// NoodlesAtNight 9:29 pm [[Hmm. He wouldn't mind two more.]] Chillsins 9:29 pm Calamari is squid. opatoes 9:29 pm I wonder how much web fluid messy can make opatoes 9:30 pm I wanna try doing a spider-man style swing! MedicalMurdersaurus 9:30 pm Web fluid? Chillsins 9:30 pm *Squeals.* Kelpy 9:30 pm Too many overloads. opatoes 9:30 pm Yeah! The stuff used to-phpfhfhff To make webs! MedicalMurdersaurus 9:30 pm ((cro did you do this on purpose XD)) Chillsins 9:30 pm *Doubles over.* chronosmith 9:30 pm ((THERE'S MY BOOOYYYY)) NoodlesAtNight 9:30 pm ((i might've)) verdigrisprowl 9:30 pm *"he must have overloaded doc ock himself." SNORTS* Chillsins 9:30 pm (( VENOM. )) chronosmith 9:30 pm (9I AGREE LOKI)) verdigrisprowl 9:30 pm ((ABSOLUTELY WORTH OVERLOADING)) opatoes 9:31 pm ... give him the hot dog NoodlesAtNight 9:31 pm [[What a precious creature.]] SpecsTheSpectralDragon 9:31 pm *the dragon is enjoying watching everyone else here try not to die laughing* chronosmith 9:31 pm Soundwave. Chillsins 9:31 pm That's enough for me, I can't handle any more overloads. chronosmith 9:31 pm I have some questions. NoodlesAtNight 9:31 pm [[Yes?]] Chillsins 9:31 pm (( I gotta miss Venom, I'm out. )) opatoes 9:31 pm big mood spidey NoodlesAtNight 9:31 pm //I don't think eyes is where tendrils go when overloadin's in the picture.// chronosmith 9:31 pm You got a little something on the brain? Kelpy 9:31 pm [giggles] NoodlesAtNight 9:31 pm ((awww seeya)) SCProwl 9:31 pm I doubt he was aiming for your eye. opatoes 9:31 pm SOUNDS NO chronosmith 9:32 pm *SNORK* verdigrisprowl 9:32 pm Don't kinkshame, Rumble. SCProwl 9:32 pm *huffs* SpecsTheSpectralDragon 9:32 pm *the dragon just had to hear prowl say "kinkshame. that's it, she's laughing* opatoes 9:32 pm f chronosmith 9:32 pm *second snork* Chillsins 9:32 pm *Picks himself up. He must take care of his spawn.* NoodlesAtNight 9:33 pm //I ain't shamin' nothin'. I'm jus' sayin'. Sounds more painful than fun.// Chillsins 9:33 pm Bye, suckers. Have fun overloadin'. opatoes 9:33 pm Owww... NoodlesAtNight 9:33 pm *Bird cackles.* chronosmith 9:33 pm I'm going to agree. opatoes 9:33 pm phhhff- MedicalMurdersaurus 9:33 pm ((KEBOB BUB)) NoodlesAtNight 9:33 pm [[And he doesn't know what you mean, Whirl.]] opatoes 9:33 pm He's poor give him food! chronosmith 9:33 pm I've only ever had anything like tendrils very briefly but they weren't something you'd wanna put in sensitive places. Chillsins 9:33 pm *And he's gone.* chronosmith 9:34 pm Seeya, loser! opatoes 9:34 pm Aww, bye Windchill. Chillsins 9:34 pm My spawn await. (( Gotta pick up sister but I'll try to pop in next week. )) NoodlesAtNight 9:34 pm ((kk! drive safe)) SCProwl 9:34 pm ((the very vincible iron man NoodlesAtNight 9:34 pm ((LOL)) opatoes 9:34 pm You smell it? Ewwww. Chillsins 9:34 pm (( Thanks for LEGO. )) MedicalMurdersaurus 9:35 pm Him Spiderbot like spider stuff NoodlesAtNight 9:35 pm [[THAT IS NOT HOW THOSE WORK.]] [[...He thinks.]] *Mildly concerned now.* Kelpy 9:35 pm That's too many overloads. chronosmith 9:36 pm ((O/ DRIVE SAFE DUDE)) Chaoit 9:36 pm ....diiiid I chose a bad time to walk in? opatoes 9:36 pm Blaster! Welcome! SCProwl 9:36 pm ((i love that iron fist line forever opatoes 9:36 pm ... p primus chronosmith 9:36 pm *okay he can't help but snicker* verdigrisprowl 9:36 pm Hi. We're watching euphemisms. NoodlesAtNight 9:36 pm *HUFF* chronosmith 9:36 pm Y-yeah. Everyone knows overloading on the battlefield is the best. NoodlesAtNight 9:36 pm //HAAAAAAA// opatoes 9:37 pm What SpecsTheSpectralDragon 9:37 pm *WHY IS EVERYTHING SO FUNNY* Kelpy 9:37 pm [cackles] opatoes 9:37 pm PFHFHPHFFF- chronosmith 9:37 pm *LAUGHS* NoodlesAtNight 9:37 pm *Rumble slumps sideways on the couch, fans whirling madly. He's laughing into his arms.* verdigrisprowl 9:37 pm *"AN ARMY OF OVERLOADS." snnnrk* MedicalMurdersaurus 9:37 pm *is laughing at this for ENTIRELY unrelated reasons* *is this show's actual target audience* Kelpy 9:37 pm [slumps down onto couch and just losing it] NoodlesAtNight 9:37 pm *Soundwave is not far behind. He's hiding his face on Prowl's shoulder.* opatoes 9:37 pm /Smokescreen's giggly the entire time/ Chaoit 9:38 pm Hi, Smokescreen...and...kinda....that's what they are, huh? NoodlesAtNight 9:38 pm *Swoop: The only one actually taking this show correctly.* SCProwl 9:38 pm *rubs visor and laughs into wrist* opatoes 9:38 pm Oh! Blaster, Blaster, do you know any instruments? NoodlesAtNight 9:38 pm //That ain't a skateboard! They're flat!// chronosmith 9:38 pm Hell yeah it's a skateboard! Look, it's as good as a skateboard. chronosmith 9:39 pm ...maybe it's more like a hoverboard. NoodlesAtNight 9:39 pm //THAT,// *pointing with one arm and trying not to laugh.* //Is a HOVERBOARD.// SpecsTheSpectralDragon 9:39 pm *hey, just because the dragon doesn't know why everyone's laughing doesn't mean that she's not laughing about it either* Chaoit 9:39 pm Instruments? MedicalMurdersaurus 9:39 pm Him Hulk like Slag kehehh Chaoit 9:39 pm Yeah chronosmith 9:39 pm Are you sure? *peers* Cos it looks... like. opatoes 9:39 pm Really? You wanna try one right now? chronosmith 9:39 pm An. Overload. opatoes 9:39 pm I got a new alt mode, and it's really cool! NoodlesAtNight 9:39 pm *Rumble howls.* chronosmith 9:40 pm *watches, amused* NoodlesAtNight 9:40 pm [[/Do not call him fist./]] Chaoit 9:40 pm Like what? verdigrisprowl 9:40 pm What's wrong with calling him fist? opatoes 9:41 pm /Smokescreen's transforming into an instrumental organ!/ NoodlesAtNight 9:41 pm [[...Nothing.]] Chaoit 9:41 pm !!! verdigrisprowl 9:41 pm *at this point he's snorting every time they say "overload"* Chaoit 9:41 pm Since when did you turn into that? Kelpy 9:41 pm [just actively crying at this point] opatoes 9:42 pm Since yesterday, pretty much! MedicalMurdersaurus 9:42 pm *hops too* Chaoit 9:42 pm Cool! NoodlesAtNight 9:42 pm *Rumble just falls off the couch at this point. He's done. He's gone. Rumble is no more.* opatoes 9:42 pm I know, right? You wanna try playing me later? MedicalMurdersaurus 9:42 pm The Man of Spiders NoodlesAtNight 9:42 pm {{Peh. That not Man of Spiders. Tarantulas Man of Spiders.}} chronosmith 9:43 pm *drapes a claw dramatically over his chest as he mourns the loss of his beau* Chaoit 9:43 pm Ah...depends on how late you stay chronosmith 9:43 pm He gave himself. An overload. opatoes 9:43 pm Sounds good! I can stay a while tonight. verdigrisprowl 9:43 pm Several. MedicalMurdersaurus 9:43 pm Tarantulas chronosmith 9:43 pm So it would seem. verdigrisprowl 9:44 pm Well. You have to learn to enjoy your own company before you can learn to enjoy anyone else's. MedicalMurdersaurus 9:44 pm Him nooot Spiderman keheh chronosmith 9:44 pm That is PATENTLY untrue, Prowl. Kelpy 9:44 pm He made them wax the floor too much verdigrisprowl 9:45 pm Well. It certainly helps. MedicalMurdersaurus 9:45 pm You Bird thiiink Spiderbot want to funny *points at the screen* movie? NoodlesAtNight 9:45 pm {{Maybe next time, neheh.}} Kelpy 9:46 pm HAhahah MedicalMurdersaurus 9:46 pm Him weeeird bot SpecsTheSpectralDragon 9:46 pm *the dragon stretches* That was... something. A good finish, maybe? chronosmith 9:46 pm Someone, please. This was a cry for help. Someone help our generous host. MedicalMurdersaurus 9:46 pm BUT! *bounces* Web fun. chronosmith 9:47 pm ...*peeps over the couch and reaches down to clamp one claw on Rumble, lifting him claw-machine-style* And maybe Rumble, too. You still alive? Kelpy 9:47 pm [still giggling quietly where he's slumped on the couch] NoodlesAtNight 9:47 pm *The weakest raised hand with thumb up ever.* MedicalMurdersaurus 9:48 pm *perks up at the music* Oh! No more movie. SpecsTheSpectralDragon 9:48 pm Goodnight, everyone! *she's taking the butter with her* NoodlesAtNight 9:48 pm *Soundwave just stays with his visor hidden. He doesn't want to look at anyone else here right now. They might see that he's laughing.* MedicalMurdersaurus 9:48 pm Me Swoop have to back now, Bird? NoodlesAtNight 9:48 pm //N-night, dr-d- dragon.// opatoes 9:48 pm OH oh oh Blaster, Blaster- do you want to try that thing, by the way? chronosmith 9:48 pm *reaches over and deposits him on the couch* I think he'll make it. See you, Butterbeast. NoodlesAtNight 9:48 pm //Whoop!!// SCProwl 9:48 pm ((I saw the Cap and Iron Man short and now I want to watch it NoodlesAtNight 9:49 pm {{Ya. Bird got to work. Other Cybertron, far, far.}} Chaoit 9:49 pm Sure? -he's a little worried about everyone's laughter at this point- MedicalMurdersaurus 9:49 pm *kicks his legs and looks disappointed* Kaaay NoodlesAtNight 9:49 pm ((oh! time marker, uhhh, 10:05)) opatoes 9:49 pm /Smokescreen's transforming to root mode, scooting closer to blaster, before transforming back to organ mode again./ You ever try this kinda instrument? SCProwl 9:50 pm Well, tonight was certainly... something. Chaoit 9:50 pm Hmn...kinda. It's been a while since I've had time to play any instrument opatoes 9:50 pm It's been a really interesting night, yeah! opatoes 9:51 pm Wait, really? What kinda stuff can you do? What are the pedals at the bottom for? chronosmith 9:51 pm Okay. I got a request, if you got the time for it. Literally ANY instrumental version of Moon River you can find. Don't care what kind of cover it is. SCProwl 9:51 pm You can play? NoodlesAtNight 9:51 pm [[He apologizes for nothing. It is good to break from tense content.]] SCProwl 9:52 pm Yes, these Gotham stories have certainly been overloaded with tension. MedicalMurdersaurus 9:52 pm *pushes off the couch to stand up, then stands around awkwardly* chronosmith 9:52 pm *somewhere deep down, Whirl appreciates it. That scene from the beginning has been playing on an endless loop in his mind all night. ..and on that note, he still has a double Gaugebuster to take care of, so he'll start drinking* Chaoit 9:52 pm I was taught how to play most instruments, but that was before the War NoodlesAtNight 9:52 pm *Another huff.* [[You were waiting for that.]] chronosmith 9:53 pm *not instrumental, but he can appreciate Audrey Hepburn* *salutes Soundwave* NoodlesAtNight 9:53 pm ((ah i missed it was instrumental requested)) chronosmith 9:54 pm ((o7 you're fine my ddue!)) ...ddue)) MedicalMurdersaurus 9:54 pm *doesn't know what to do with himself, so he wanders closer to Bird, pauses long enough to be a lanky weirdo, then turns to the door* NoodlesAtNight 9:54 pm *Bird pats Swoop, scoops the treat mush up to plop it on his shoulder, cackles, and flies upstairs* MedicalMurdersaurus 9:54 pm ((whoops! XD)) chronosmith 9:54 pm ((i figure under the circumstances it makes sense for soundwave maybe to have missed that. what with all the overloads)) NoodlesAtNight 9:54 pm ((AHAHGAHHG)) MedicalMurdersaurus 9:54 pm *laughs at the mush, brushing it off onto the floor and then just meandering out towards the door* Chaoit 9:55 pm And...maybe. Probably not well, I'm out of practice SCProwl 9:55 pm *says nothing to Soundwave's comment* I'm sure anything you play will be fine. opatoes 9:55 pm Hey! Probably better than me, I've never played before yesterday. Chaoit 9:57 pm ((sorry, bird is screaming his little head off chronosmith 9:57 pm *finishes chugging the last of his drink; drunk? No Tipsy? By now, he is, indeed, tipsy* All right, losers. I'm out. See you next week. Kelpy 9:57 pm Later. [his vents are starting to sound a bit wheezy] NoodlesAtNight 9:57 pm *Wheezy* //Seeya. Don't stay gone too long.// NoodlesAtNight 9:58 pm *Half-afted bop.* chronosmith 9:58 pm 'Course not. *nudges him affectionately in response to the bop* *and streetches, standing* opatoes 9:59 pm Aww- night! Chaoit 10:00 pm ((anyway! Smokey, you don't mind if Blaster give this a try? chronosmith 10:00 pm *salutes one last time, and he is gone* opatoes 10:01 pm ((He doesn't mind at all! he's pretty much like "hey play me i wanna learn how to play myself")) Chaoit 10:02 pm ((oh, awesome, gotcha Chaoit 10:03 pm Alright...this might feel a bit weird...but I'll see what I remember opatoes 10:03 pm It's all good! Soundwave tapped me once earlier, I'm sure this won't feel weird. NoodlesAtNight 10:04 pm [[Ah. Perhaps you should play outside? The music will clash.]] opatoes 10:04 pm Oh. Oh yeah, that's true- Dang. Kelpy 10:04 pm Has there ever even been instrument alt modes before? Other than like, radios. opatoes 10:05 pm I think there has been! But in like, the universe where they're 90% chins SCProwl 10:05 pm I arrested someone that could turn into a drum once. Kelpy 10:05 pm Wild. Chaoit 10:05 pm -snorts- Wow NoodlesAtNight 10:08 pm [[Let him guess. You heard the drumbeats and charged him with assault.]] opatoes 10:08 pm Did you have to announce the suspect with a drumroll first? Chaoit 10:08 pm -snorts- Okay that was bad NoodlesAtNight 10:09 pm [[He used all the content on the overload show.]] *Streeeeetch. [[Time to close down for the night, he thinks.]] Kelpy 10:10 pm Good idea. [snickers and slides off the couch] I better get back anyway, Rodimus is waiting for me. So, see ya. NoodlesAtNight 10:10 pm [[Next time, Swerve.]] *Nod.* SCProwl 10:10 pm Goodnight. Kelpy 10:10 pm HAve fun! opatoes 10:10 pm Aww- well, hope to see you all later! Have a good night. Chaoit 10:10 pm Good night Kelpy 10:10 pm [heads for the door] opatoes 10:10 pm Do you need any help cleaning up or anything, Soundwave? NoodlesAtNight 10:11 pm [[No, thank you. He'll see to that later.]] opatoes 10:11 pm Fair enough! Have a good night, then. NoodlesAtNight 10:12 pm *Nods.* opatoes 10:12 pm /Smokescreen's grabbing a few drinks before finally heading off!/ Chaoit 10:13 pm -and he's waving a farewell himself as he leaves himself- verdigrisprowl ... leans on soundwave 10:31 pm NoodlesAtNight 10:32 pm *Leans back.* [[He apologizes for using your shoulder as a shield earlier. His visor was visualizing his laughter.]] verdigrisprowl 10:34 pm ... It was /what/? I—have I seen it do that before? NoodlesAtNight 10:35 pm [[You haven't. He was going to put on a smiling face at all the accusations about his personal needs but could not keep control over it after doing so.]] verdigrisprowl 10:35 pm ... Can I see? NoodlesAtNight 10:37 pm *Considers.* [[He can replay the content if that is sufficient? Unless you think you'd like to make him laugh that hard.]] verdigrisprowl 10:39 pm *he considers it.* I don't think I can do it on command. *a pause.* ... Although I wish I could. NoodlesAtNight 10:39 pm [[You enjoy it that much, then?]] verdigrisprowl 10:41 pm What? You laughing? *is definitely not looking at Soundwave* ... yes. NoodlesAtNight 10:43 pm *Hmm. That's - it's - he doesn't know what it is, but he likes knowing that. Sweet? Is that sweet? He feels like it counts.* [[Then give him a moment.]] verdigrisprowl 10:44 pm You don't have to laugh on command. That's— It's not— It doesn't count if it's not natural. NoodlesAtNight 10:45 pm [[He won't. He can just repeat the last things it displayed - or would you rather wait until next time?]] *He's confused now, Prowl.* verdigrisprowl 10:45 pm Oh—yes, I'd like to see what you displayed. NoodlesAtNight 10:50 pm *Ah, good. He'd hate to think he pulled it up for nothing.* [[He'll be playing it at high speed this time, of course.]] *It starts out as the smiling face, as he said, but quickly flickers through two more on the way to a more expressive third. That one fuzzes out and disintegrates into wobbling pink and yellow lines illustrating the sound of laughter nobody can actually hear. They eventually get too wild and collapse back into rolling bands of static, right about the time of peak laughter. His visor stopped being able to make sense of the data being fed to it at that point.* verdigrisprowl 10:52 pm *he turns sideways, puts his elbow over the back of the couch, and props his chin in his hand to watch the display.* *he's smiling dumbly by the end.* NoodlesAtNight 10:53 pm *That is the most delightful thing. Look at that smile. He put that there. He might have done something regrettable a year ago, but - surely he can't have done _too_ much that's legitimately awful and still get an expression like that?* verdigrisprowl 10:54 pm *he catches himself pretty quickly, reels his face back in, and looks down—but there's still a hint of it.* Thank you. NoodlesAtNight 10:56 pm *He snaps a shot of it before it fades and pings affection.* [[You're welcome.]] *Pause.* [[...You don't have to hide that if we are alone, you know. There is only him to see it, and he is not inclined to share the image with others.]] verdigrisprowl 10:57 pm Oh. Sorry. It just—feels strange, when I notice it. verdigrisprowl 10:58 pm ... You know how, if you stop and think about your ventilations, suddenly you're not naturally ventilating anymore, you have to consciously control your fans and filters? NoodlesAtNight 10:59 pm [[There is never a need to apologize for that.]] *Soundwave leans over.* [[And he does not think it strange at all. It is - hmm.]] *How to describe it without spooking Prowl with too big a compliment.* [[It is one of the most appealing sights he knows of. But - yes, he does. How is it like that?]] verdigrisprowl 11:01 pm It's consciously controlled, at that point. And once it's consciously controlled, it's—fake. It feels like a fake smile. NoodlesAtNight 11:04 pm [[Ahhh. He sees. Then he will just have to continue being quick to record them, before you notice you're doing it.]] *Huff.* verdigrisprowl 11:06 pm Pff. ... How many do you have, at this point. NoodlesAtNight 11:06 pm [[At least a few dozen.]] NoodlesAtNight 11:07 pm [[And a few laughs.]] NoodlesAtNight 11:08 pm [[He keeps them in the same sector as his collection of singing mechs.]] *Slow bob.* [[Though it occurs to him you have seen /his/ face far less often, let alone smiling.]] verdigrisprowl 11:09 pm True. ... But I can see your shoulders. NoodlesAtNight 11:10 pm [[That is enough for you? You seemed to, ah...]] *After the overload short, this is difficult not to laugh at.* [[You rather liked how he looked with just a standard visor.]] verdigrisprowl 11:11 pm Ah. Yes. I did. Do. verdigrisprowl 11:12 pm *wow there's something very interesting to look at over by the bar.* ... But your shoulders... er. vibrate? when you laugh. Tiny shakes. NoodlesAtNight 11:12 pm *Ravage squints. What are you looking at.* NoodlesAtNight 11:13 pm [[That is true. His shoulders shake, and you...]] *Soundwave laces his fingers over where his mouth would be.* [[...This works better on you. His fingers are not thick enough.]] verdigrisprowl 11:15 pm *don't worry, Ravage. It's probably Sentinel's ugly mug.* NoodlesAtNight 11:15 pm *Oh, that thing. Don't look too long. You might go as blind as your alternate from the hideousness.* verdigrisprowl 11:15 pm Yeah. I guess I do. ... Anyway, it's... *mumble mumble* NoodlesAtNight 11:16 pm *Soundwave turns his head just so, trying to catch that.* [[........Come again?]] verdigrisprowl 11:17 pm s'nice. NoodlesAtNight 11:18 pm *Leans forward. Bump?* [[Thank you.]] verdigrisprowl 11:20 pm *bump, but he's still not looking at Soundwave. mumble.* NoodlesAtNight 11:21 pm *Another mumble?* [[...Would it be easier to let him feel it instead?]] verdigrisprowl 11:23 pm Feel what? ... The smiles? NoodlesAtNight 11:24 pm *Somewhat hesitantly.* [[Whatever you're having trouble saying.]] verdigrisprowl 11:25 pm Oh. It was just "you're welcome." NoodlesAtNight 11:25 pm [[Ah.]] *Nods. Gentle nuzzle against crest.* [[The offer stands for the future, if need be.]] verdigrisprowl 11:26 pm Hmm. Noted. NoodlesAtNight 11:28 pm [[Is there anything else you'd like of him at the moment?]] *Rest, a norn-frostless overload or three, a discussion, a handstand?* verdigrisprowl 11:29 pm *a long, considering look.* ... Yes. NoodlesAtNight 11:29 pm [[At risk of stating the extremely obvious: He is listening.]] verdigrisprowl 11:30 pm It's an open-ended "yes." NoodlesAtNight 11:32 pm [[Oh! Is this the question game?]] *Sits up slightly.* [[Should he be investigating? Or is he to suggest something himself?]] verdigrisprowl 11:33 pm Oh, no, not a game, I don't have something specific in mind. ... So feel free to suggest something. NoodlesAtNight 11:37 pm [[He has an idea, but he isn't sure where you keep what he is thinking about.]] *Pause* [[And we have a discussion to hold before he finds out where they are. That will be very important.]] verdigrisprowl 11:37 pm ... Go on. NoodlesAtNight 11:39 pm [[He has not tested your handcuffs for you. All the - everything that's happened, since he gave them to you. It distracted him.]] [[There appear to be no world-ending threats at the moment.]] verdigrisprowl 11:39 pm Ssso it would appear, yes. ... For the first time in months. NoodlesAtNight 11:41 pm [[He doubts one will appear any time soon. Historically speaking, this is a slow time of year. If you would - if you want to have that discussion, and perhaps perform the test....]] verdigrisprowl 11:41 pm ... Are world-ending threats seasonal? verdigrisprowl 11:42 pm *no, wait, wrong thing to focus on, Prowl* Ahhh. Yes. That sounds like a— I'd like that. Very much. NoodlesAtNight 11:42 pm [[Everyone needs a vacation, as you've told him before.]] *Oh thank goodness. He thought they were going to get carried away examining his records of various greyface shenanigans and eldritch beings.* [[Then, if you'd accompany him to his apartment--?]] NoodlesAtNight 11:43 pm *Over by the bar, Ravage sticks his nose in the air and closes his optics. As if he was eavesdropping.* *...Well, all right. As if he was eavesdropping with bad intentions, to correct himself.* verdigrisprowl 11:44 pm Gladly. NoodlesAtNight 11:44 pm [[Feel free to lead the way.]] *He might as well get used to that now.* verdigrisprowl 11:46 pm *oh. WELL then. Gets to his feet, and offers a hand to Soundwave.* NoodlesAtNight 11:47 pm *Takes it and stands up.* verdigrisprowl 11:48 pm *opens a bridge for them both, and off they go*

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