#like how watching a spider weave a web is super interesting to watch but also terrifying

[sweet-as-kiwis]

6ft tall otter. Remember.

Remember……

[animehouse-moe]

Raven of The Inner Palace Vol. 3: The Ao God

This cover image is pretty sneaky, very sneaky, even. But truthfully so is the story. It can take you through the motions slowly but surely, letting details build up in the background before open the gates and allowing all of the information to hit you in full force. It's a really good volume that builds on the uncertainty provided by the ending of the second. Not a lot to talk about, but it will be spoilers, so be warned.

This volume got me in a lot of different ways, but I think the most interesting thing is the Ao God. It's a very curious and interesting thing, because it can make you wonder "why did it only show up now?". But in reality, there's two answers. The first is that, like the Raven's elder brother, it awoke/became interested due to Jusetsu's ongoings/changes. The second, it awoke due to the sibling's spat at the end of the second volume. Both of which are very interesting and show how in tune the realm of the gods is with one another.

Regardless of how it awoke though, the Ao God is very interesting as its implied to exist within the human realm, just at the bottom of the ocean. The reveal behind Ui was super interesting and surprising though, considering the Ao God's origins.

Even crazier is how they weave a deeper story with it to provide interesting history. It's stated in this volume that the Raven's brother wants to help Koshun save both Jusetsu and the Raven, but that he doesn't know how. Well, thanks to Ui and the Ao God there's potential. Jusetsu potentially being a part of both the Ran Dynasty as well as the Hi Dynasty from nearly 2000 years ago presents potential in how to save her, as she's able to separate herself from the role of Winter Sovereign.

Let's tone it back down though and look at the bigger picture. The use of weather, flowers, and birds is incredibly interesting still. The Ao God (and by extension the Saname clan due to the jewel they hold) is able to influence weather by inducing droughts or heavy periods of rain, which are featured heavily in this volume to allude to the fact that the god has been awakened.

Then there's the Gardenia that Banka, the Crane Consort, places in Jusetsu's hair. What's the meaning? Well, it's a bit of a double edged sword. While it can equate to trust, it can also be a symbol of knowledge past what you should have. The knowledge in this case being that Banka, thanks to placing the flower in Jusetsu's hair, know that she dyes it. An incredibly subtle bit of foreshadowing for what she does later on in the volume.

And finally, the birds. The star raven is the symbol of the Owl, or the Raven's older brother. We see it featured somewhat frequently in the volume, showing how Owl is watching over his younger sister, and actually providing assistance to Jusetsu. Is it possible that Owl understands the intentions of the Ao God and those that convene with it? It's hard to say, so let's move onto something else.

The way that Shirakawa is able to create stories that feel like they appear out of thin air is really something. Was the connection between Ishiha, Injou and Hakurai, and the Ao God a surprise? Yes and no, as we learnt a little bit about Ishiha's circumstances early on but don't think much of it. It's not until Hakurai talks about buying Injo that all the pieces truly fall into place. Similarly, the reveal between Eisei and Jusetsu. We've known for a decent chunk of time about the histories of each, but this volume puts the pieces together for readers.

And really, I could keep going on and on about this sort of stuff. How the volume continually speaks to the weakness of the Raven and the struggles of Jusetsu, or that the more Jusetsu interacts with others the more her facade crumbles and that that's a representation of Jusetsu taking control over the Raven with her body, and so on and so forth. It's a wealth of carefully crafted details that form a colossal spider's web of interconnected information, and it has me incredibly curious to see how the next volume goes considering how far we've come with this third one.

[tjreidwrites]

I used to have a movie review website. I also posted those reviews on Instagram back in 2020. I want to give some of those reviews new life on here. I’ll start with my favorite superhero movie, Spider-Man 2.

SPIDERMAN 2 REVIEW (2004)

Let’s be honest. The first Spider-Man back in the early early 2000’s was a fun time. Maybe a bit overrated though, right? Sam Rami takes what worked in the first installment, and adds amazing story telling, better action, better special effects, and truly realized characters into the fold. This is the first example of the way a superhero movie should be and holds up today. Nothing has been quite like it.

Spider-Man is revealed to be a burden in so many ways to Peter Parker. So much so, that its ruining his life. This movie does everything right when it comes to characters and character development. So many superhero movies before this took so little time with the people behind the mask. I remember even as a kid first viewing this movie, being taken on a emotional roller coaster I wasn't expecting. Peter’s problems become very real to us. The amount of time he spends as Spider-Man forces him to put his actual life on the back burner. This movie is charming, thought provoking, action packed and heart breaking.

Otto Octavius (Alfred Molina) is working on a dangerous experiment. He needs materials only Harry Osborn can provide. His experiment will either prove fusion can work as a cheap source of energy, or destroy all of New York. To handle all the moving parts, Octavius creates four super powered tentacles that are built into his spine and have intelligence of their own. The chip at the head of the contraption is designed to help him keep control of his thoughts. When the chip is destroyed, we welcome Doc Ock.

Peter Parker’s inner battle is easy to become attached to. He can't love Mary Jane, because her life would be threatened 24/7 from Spider-Man’s enemies. We watch as she gives up on Peter, who can't make time for her. Peter has a lot of heart felt moments with Mary Jane as well as Aunt May (Rosemary Harris), who has a lot of screen time. All while Peter has to deal with Harry, who likes Peter but hates Spider-Man with every fiber of his being. We want Peter to just tell Harry the truth about what happened in the first film, but sympathize with him for not knowing how.

FINAL THOUGHTS

Toby Maguire nails this role. Its true. Say what you want about the first film being cartoony, campy, this one Toby shines. In this movie, he is the true Peter Parker. He did everything right. This movie does an immaculate job keeping the dialogue just as interesting as the action. Sure, some sentences are just cheesy enough to remind us that we are watching a movie, but it works. The drama in this movie steals the show every time you watch.

Every character in this movie takes what happened in the first one, and grows as individuals so much. Mary Jane, Harry, Peter, Aunt Mae all have character arcs that pay off massively. Sam Rami nailed the mechanics of Spidey’s web slinging throughout the city. No longer looking cartoony, but instead honing in on the special effects of the time, and looking amazing on the screen.

I’ve watched this movie countless times and know I will watch it even more. The storylines weaving in and out, and the weight of the situation being more real than any superhero film before its time, they knocked this one out of the park. I love this movie and on an overall scale, It has to be the best superhero movie of all time. I think there's an argument to be had on the topic, but there isn't anything wrong with this film.

[theriu]

I was so worried I’d miss this totally awesome Spidersona bandwagon that I stayed up absurdly late for several nights finishing this. XD AND NOW PREPARE YOURSELVES BECAUSE I GOT A BUNCH OF DUMB INFO TO LAY ON YA (Below the Cut, of course.) Also stay tuned because I’mma make a bunch of silly extra doodles. THERE ARE SO MANY COOL SPIDERSONAS OUT THERE MAN

Alias: Trap Spider (Trapper)

Real Name: Lynn Hildebrandt (altered version of my real name)

Age: 30

Turf: Dayton, OH

Strengths: Underground/indoor settings, element of surprise, spidey-enhanced inventiveness

Weaknesses: Flying enemies, BEING surprised, not quite as strong as other Spiderpeople

Random Fun Facts:

Really dislikes actual spiders, ew gross gross.

Loves puns.

Huge superhero nerd, this is the coolest thing ever.

Silently terrified of accidentally hurting/killing someone.

Talkative.

Compassionate but gets a bit ranty when losing temper.

Doesn’t swear, may come up with creative non-curses when stressed (“FOR THE LOVE OF BAKED BEANS”).

Words-minded person still coming to terms with suddenly becoming a mechanically-minded person, too.

Has numerous pets.

Will adopt younger superheroes if she finds them.

Christian

Backstory:

Despite appearances, Trap Spider is not from some clockwork universe; she’s just a steampunk nerd who saw an opportunity to incorporate her favorite cosplay into a superhero costume and ran with it. 

In this universe, OsCorp created a set of new genetically-enhanced spiders, one from each of a selection of spider species, in an attempt to create Spideys who could defeat the original Spiderman. After a fight with Spiderman caused some of them to escape, Jenn managed to get bitten by the radioactive trapdoor spider during a visit to New York. She didn’t notice she got bit and was very confused when she got back home and noticed her spidey powers coming in, so she’s mostly had to learn how to Spidey on her own (and by watching/reading about other Spideys - there are several in this universe). 

She doesn’t actually live IN Dayton, but about ten minutes out, where nothing interesting ever happens; she drives to the city a few nights a week to patrol. (This doesn’t raise any suspicions from family/friends, as she lives alone and is already notorious for staying up stupidly late.)

In general, Trapper is non-violent and would prefer not hurting people. If a trap fails or she gets too close, she will usually opt to retreat (if possible) and come back around for another sneak attack. She’s very good at staying hidden, and her ability to detect the unique vibrations of peoples’ footsteps goes a long way towards keeping track of her marks without being seen.

She’s also a massive nerd and suffers from simultaneously thinking all of this is the coolest thing ever and agonizing that she’s going to get herself or someone killed. But if God gave her superpowers, how can she say no to using them to help people? And did I mention it’s REALLY COOL HAVING SUPERPOWERS???

Abilities:

Being based on trapdoor spiders, her power set works a little differently. She has natural webs that shoot from her wrists, but they actually come in two kinds. One is an extremely thin filament, about the size and strength of high-gauge fishing line. It will stick to walls much like a regular spider’s webbing would, and is great for triplines and tying things off. But it comes out in a single filament that isn’t strong enough on its own to support her full body weight, so she can’t swing with this webbing. 

The other type is a very, very sticky webbing that is very stretchy and thus ALSO bad for web-swinging. So despite coming up with all sorts of super cool uses for her webbing, the only way she can safely/reliably web-swing would be to A) borrow another Spidey’s webshooter or B) tie the rope she made by weaving together her filament webbing and swing from that. But then she’d have to go back for it later because she’s really proud of that rope, so. Webswinging is usually a no.

But hey, trapdoor spiders live underground, right? So why not utilize the 800 miles of sewers beneath Dayton to get around, as utterly gross as that may be? Being able to see in the dark is certainly handy. She found a nice spot down there that would work as a base of operations (aka lair), and it’s where she keeps things like spare shot gauntlet canisters, shock gauntlet batteries, a sewing kit, snacks, a police radio, etc.

While still able to wall-crawl and throw full-grown men with ease, she’s not QUITE as strong as other Spideys (no lifting entire buildings off herself, PARKER), so she relies instead on her spider-enhanced speed/agility, spacial awareness, and device-creating capabilities. She can move around very quickly by spider-jumping and general parkour. She made her gauntlets, one of which provides a sharp punch of electricity, the other of which shoots whatever is in the canisters she hangs on her belt/boots – web goop splatbombs (made from her sticky webbing), stink spray, tracer dye like they use on bank money, whatever other random concoction she comes up with (only the web goop comes from her spidey powers). She also has little vials of condensed smoke that can be sprayed, or smashed on the ground for an especially big effect. 

All of this lends to her tactic of sneaking up on opponents and capturing them through the element of surprise. Why fight a robber head-on when you can sneak ahead of him and goop him to the wall, or create a ridiculously over-complicated version of that box-propped-up-by-a-stick trap from the cartoons? (She keeps random tools and rope on her utility belt because sometimes you just NEED a screwdriver.)

Power Set Summary:

Wall-Crawling

Night Vision

Enhanced Strength (less than classic Spiderman)

Enhanced Agility\Dexterity

Spidey-Sense

This is her most refined spider power, beyond most other Spideys. Her sense not only alerts her to danger but also gives her an extremely heightened sense of spacial awareness – she can instantly understand the dimensions of the space around her and use that to strategize her attack from all angles. This also lends to her ability to rapidly think up traps/decoys, or to hide.

Vibration Sensing – A subset of her spidey sense. She can literally track a single opponent based on the unique vibrations of their footsteps. Very handy when pursuing from the sewers since they follow most streets.

MacGyvering – increased mechanical understanding of how things go together or how to create things. (Linked to her spatial awareness ability.) She couldn’t necessarily explain to you WHY Part A and Part B need to fit together just so to make her shooter work right, she just KNOWS.

Webs:

Filament Webbing: very strong, very thin, decently sticky. She can use this to snag items from a distance, but mostly it’s useful for making traps that require tripwires or tying things to other things. The stickyness and tensile strength of an individual filament is not strong enough to hold her weight for more than a few seconds, so not good for webswinging. 

However, she does have about 20 ft. of 1/2″ rope that she made from hours of weaving strands of webbing together. The rope is no longer sticky, it’s been too long. It’s nearly impossible to break and she’s really proud of it. (Also it’s brown because the webbing kinds browns over time.)

Sticky Webbing: Very difficult to get off once it sticks on. Mostly used to create sticky entanglement lines or stick people to things. It is rather stretchy and thus hard to predict, so she doesn’t typically use it for webswinging either, although she can in a desperate moment if she isn’t too concerned about where she lands.

Trapper uses her sticky webbing to create her splat shots for her shot gauntlet, firing a condensed blob of web goop at enemies that can stick them to the ground. This is her most effective weapon in most circumstances; one splat bomb to a car’s tire can bring it to a screeching halt.

[pleasantlyparker]

meant to be- p.p (1)

summary: you go to a party to get close to peter parker, only to meet spider-man. what happens when you two hit it off after he takes you home?

author’s note: hi!! this is my first writing piece, i usually write poetry cause i’m not rly good this, but i’ve had the idea for forever, and i want to make it into a series. hope you enjoy!! also, i would love feedback.

warnings: mentions of panic attacks, grammar, crappy writing :))

word count: 1.7k

  Parties weren’t usually your scene, but when your friend begged you to go to Liz Allen’s party, you only agreed because you knew Peter Parker was going to be there. You had hoped that you would finally get an opportunity to talk to the boy you’d been hopelessly in love with for the past six years. However, all of this was starting to backfire, as your friend abandoned you to hang with some senior, leaving you alone with no sign of Peter. You knew that he had to be wherever Liz was though. He had had a crush on her since freshman year, and it was kind of twisted that you’d liked him way before puberty gave him muscles.

 You waited around by the drinks, hoping that he would turn up, but eventually, the loud noises and the crowded room were too much for you, so you opted to head outside for a breath of fresh air. You grabbed a bottle of water and weaved your way through the crowd. You began to think about how stupid it was to come to a party to try to talk a guy you knew liked someone else.

 As you stepped outside, you were instantly relaxed by the lack of Flash’s loud voice, and the smell of high school boys who didn’t know what deodorant was. All you wanted to do was curl into a ball and disappear; you settled for leaning against one of the lawn chairs in Liz’s backyard. “Hey, are you alright?” a voice spoke from behind you. You looked up only to come face to face with Queen’s notorious crime fighting superhero. You internally groaned.

 “Ye-Yeah” you tried to mask the nervousness in your voice with a chuckle. Only you would run into your favorite superhero in the midst of a panic attack. ”just needed a break from the party, that’s all.” He nodded letting you know that he understood. “Oh yeah, I feel you” He said as he sat down beside you. “You don’t look like much of a party-er, so what brings you here?” He voice sounded familiar, but you chalked it up to all the YouTube videos you had watched.

 “Well,” you sighed, “My friend wanted me to come with her, and I agreed to, but only because I thought I was finally gonna have an opportunity to talk to this guy I like,but he’s into someone else, anyway, so I’m beginning to think it was a waste of time.” You rambled on as you realized that you were probably oversharing, but Spider-Man didn’t seem to mind, though, he seemed to be interested in your rant.

  “What brings you to this party?” You asked wanting to take the attention off of you. “Well, I’m friends with Peter Parker, and he wanted me to come.” He explained.You laughed at your luck. You knew about Peter’s Stark Internship, but you didn’t know that he knew Spider-Man. “Do you know Peter?” he asked. “Yep,” You nodded. “not really well, though, even though we’ve had classes together since forever, and I’ve been crushing on him since he beat Flash in the science fair in fifth grade.” The memory of a small, scrawny Peter blushing profusely as they gave him the first place ribbon made your heart skip a beat. You had to remind yourself that none of this was healthy behavior.

 “Why don’t you just talk to him? I mean you’ve had classes with him since the fifth grade.” he suggested as if it were the simplest thing in the world. “Oh come on,” You gave him an incredulous glance as you watched the mask’s eyes grow bigger. “You’re friends with him. You have to know that all he talks about is Liz. He stares at her like a lovesick puppy all the time, and, well, I don’t blame him Liz is a literal angel, and I’m just average. Peter probably doesn’t even know my name.” You began fiddling with the label on your bottle of water. “Come on,” Spider-Man nudged your knee.”You never know, unless you try. I doubt Peter could ever forget a girl as pretty as you.” You sighed. “I do know that he has a thing for Liz, and I’m not going to make a fool of myself by trying to flirt with him.” “I still think you should try to talk to him. Don’t sell yourself short.” Spider-Man encouraged. You and the vigilante fell into  comfortable silence.

  You groaned as you read a message from your friend that you’d come to the party with.“My friend went off with some senior, and it’s late, so I have to walk home alone.” You stood up. “It was nice talking to you, Spider-Man.” You held out your hand for him to shake.

  “Wait a minute,” he stopped you. “You’re not walking home by yourself, are you crazy? New York City is dangerous at night.” He rambled on. You rolled your eyes.“ I can handle myself, Spidey, and besides it’s not like I have any other option.” Spider-Man rose to his feet and dusted off non-existent grass. “I’m literally an avenger.” He deadpanned. “I can walk you home.” He offered. You thought about it for a minute, you didn’t know who was behind this mask and you were a little worried, but like he said, he was a superhero, so that had to count for something . “Ok let’s go.” You grabbed his hand and began leading him around the house to avoid causing a commotion. “Woah, woah, woah. Where are you going?” He stopped you. “Get on my back” he bent down, waiting for you to climb on. You gave him a skeptical look.

 “Why?” You asked. “I’m Spider-Man.” you rolled your eyes at him. “I do the “thwip” thing.” he mimicked his signature move. “Absolutely not. I do not feel like dying tonight.” You objected. You could practically feel the masked hero roll his eyes at you. “Hey,” You placed your hand on your hip defiantly. “In my defense, I just met you like an hour ago.” He sighed. “It’s not like I’m gonna drop you.” You still weren’t buying it.“I have super strength remember, I stopped a bus with my bare hands.” He argued. “You know, in life or death situations, humans can lift up to 10 times their weight, due to high levels of adrenaline.” You stated as a matter-of-factly. “Look just get on my back, and if I drop you I promise I’ll take you to the hospital.” He joked.

   “Pinky promise?”  You held out your pinky for him to take. He laughed as he linked your pinkies together. “Pinky promise. Now hop on, and hold on tight.” You obliged and told him the name of your apartment building. “Cool.” He said. “I live a few blocks away from there.”  You hooked your arms around his neck, and prayed that he didn’t drop you.

 The “ride” to your apartment complex was like riding a roller coaster, and you kind of enjoyed it, although you wouldn’t dare admit it to the hero. “Well this is my stop.” you said as he climbed the fire escape outside of your bedroom. He bent down as he let you off of his back. He lifted his mask halfway off his face, so that he could breathe properly. The soft glow from the streetlights down below illuminated your face, as you heard soft jazz music coming from the apartment above you. A gentle breeze blew through the night carrying the sounds of the city to you. You hugged your sweater closer to your body. The masked hero lingered, not wanting to end the night, leaning against the railing with his arms crossed.

    “We should dance.” The words, induced by some spur of the moment need to make this feel like a fairy-tale, flew out of your mouth before you could stop them. He seemed taken aback by your suggestion. “I mean there’s music already, and what better way to end a night?” You chuckled nervously. He gave you a breathtaking smile that you wished you could photograph for later. He took your hands and wrapped them around his neck. As he placed his hands on your hips, you began to sway to the soft sounds of the saxophone. For the first time tonight, you weren’t regretting going to that stupid party. You leaned into Spider-Man’s chest and smiled. Everything about what was happening just felt so surreal, just a few hours ago you were moping around because you liked a guy that didn’t like you back, and now here you were, dancing with your favorite superhero, on your fire escape, at almost one in the morning.“You know you’re kind of like Cinderella, right.” You teased. He thought about it for a moment. “I guess that makes you Prince Charming.” He whispered in your ear. You let out a delighted laugh as he spun you around.

  “That means you’d have to leave behind a glass slipper for me to be able to have to find you again.” You hummed as you breathed him in, wanting to savor every second of this interaction. You looked up at him only to find him already looking at you.You felt the blood rush to your face as he dipped you. “I guess I will then, huh?” And in an instant, Spider-Man had his hands on your waist and was kissing you. He tasted like the gummy worms from Delmar's and mint gum. To say the least, you were absolutely infatuated with the web-slinging hero. Breathlessly, you two pulled away, and you smiled at him. “I guess I’ll see you around?” You hadn’t planned for it to come out as a question, but all you could focus on at the moment was the fact that you’d just kissed Spider-Man. “Hopefully,” He smiled at you. “Sooner than you think, y/n.”  You waved goodbye as he jumped to the other building and turned around to climb through your window.

 As you climbed into bed, you replayed the events of the night over in your head. Smiling as you remembered swaying with Spider-Man to jazz music, and the last thing he’d said to you. At the time, you’d been so captivated by his boyish scent, and impeccable dance skills that you hadn’t noticed something huge. Something that really did mean you’d be seeing the superhero sooner than you thought. Spider-Man knew your name, and you were pretty sure you hadn’t told him.

[hamburgergod]

anonymous prompted: 

For the sunset prompt, maybe a cute little thing in which dean is very much in love with cas, and cas is a nerd about insects, not just bees, so dean sends him facts or links about insects all the time (like this one), and dean realises that at some point he became also very interested about insects because it is something he shares with cas. They're cute and in love or something.

destiel, AU, ~1.4k. thank you for such a lovely lovely lovely prompt!!!!! <3

They’re at Cas’s place today, stuffed together into his tiny sofa while Dean wiggles around for more butt room.

“Scootch over,” he says, careful to not spill the popcorn. Cas does as asked, but there’s not much more room to move on his tiny ass sofa, so squished together they’ll be. Like every movie night.

Cas is laser-focused onto the TV as he goes through Netflix, and Dean sees the moment he finds an episode from Life in the Undergrowth. His eyes light up, his mind already melding into one with Sir Attenborough, and glances over at Dean for approval. Dean knows that look.

“Uh huh,” Dean replies. “Lights on or off?”

Lights off, of course. Dean tries not to be too obnoxious in his popcorn chewing, and anyway, he’s sure nothing can break Cas’s concentration now. His own eyes are glued onto the fascinating life of these little critters. Man, who knew insect life could be so complex?

After 45 minutes, Dean feels like he’s learned more from the one episode than he has in his entire life. He stretches in his seat while Cas gets the light, and he almost looks sheepish when Dean turns to tell him something. He forgets his words, and instead asks, “What?”

“Was that alright?” Cas asks, almost hesitantly. “It was supposed to be movie night, and…”

“Dude,” Dean laughs, and Cas relaxes. “It’s cool. I thought it was interesting.”

Cas smiles, still not sure if Dean’s lying for the sake of making him feel better. Dean rolls his eyes. “Seriously,” he continues. “D’you see me complaining here?”

Just to show him just how invested he is in this, and because he did genuinely enjoy it, Dean checks his watch, and says, “Wanna hit the next episode?”

Cas’s smile this time brightens the entire room.

Before insects, it was bio-luminescence in animals, and before that was animals who live in extreme conditions, among countless of other obsessions Cas has had over the years. Dean doesn’t always get the endless fascination behind it, probably not as fully as Cas anyway, but showing a little interest in what his best friend is currently obsessed with never hurt anybody.

He finds himself wandering over on youtube to find his own resources to devour on inbetween  the work reports he’s gotta write, and he ends up watching insect-related videos until three in the morning, sucked into interesting facts about different types of insects he didn’t even know existed until now. He grabs a shoddy phone photo of a velvet worm on his computer screen, since that guy’s got its little feet around Dean’s heart since the movie night, and sends it to Cas with the caption “Look at this guy!” before he clocks out for the night. It’s not exactly an insect, but close enough.

The next morning, Dean finds a series of heart-eyes emoticons as a response. Fucking nerd.

“...and did you know that they can, like, squirt slimes to catch prey?” Dean laughs at Sam’s face at that, and takes a sip of coffee. “I really wanna try touching one. I heard they’re super soft.”

Sam gives him a weird look, and barely hides his smile. “Since when are you so into insects?”

Dean shrugs. “Cas got me into it.”

“Ah,” Sam says, as if that explains everything. “Of course.”

“Yup,” Dean replies, and that’s that. “What ‘bout you? How’re things with Eileen?”

Later that night, Dean sees a spider weaving a web in the corner of his apartment, and usually he’d just squish them, but sue him, he’s grown a soft spot for them all, so he lets it climb onto a piece of paper and frees it outside.

Although spiders aren’t insects. Whatever.

Writing reports is dull, and soon he finds himself wandering to the National Geographic website. He loses himself in the chains and chains of news articles on various types of insects.

Cas is always into… different stuff, unexpected stuff compared to other people, but Dean’s gotta admit, he’s hooked. Apparently ants bury their dead, and hey, who knew? Definitely not him.

And Cas apparently didn’t either, because when he shares that little tidbit with him, Cas replies in his text with a lot of surprised mouth-open-into-O emoticons, along with “I never knew that!”.

Dean gets a little swell in his chest. He may be hooked on insects, but even more rewarding is Cas’s reaction to seeing something he loves.

Cas sends him his own share of articles on insects throughout the month. Sometimes it’s about insects he’s never heard of, sometimes it’s cool facts about really commonly known insects (who knew there are scorpions that can breathe underwater?), and Dean drinks up everything Cas is willing to share with him. He tries to match his pace, sending him youtube links and articles of his own pulled from various websites, and every time, Cas responds with a series of emoticons that keep this going.

One night, Dean sends “Think you’ll def like this one” with another article--about ants that let themselves be healed unless they’re actually dying--as a response to Cas’s recently sent article. He gives Cas some time to read over it, and works on his report while definitely not waiting for the buzz of his phone for a reply.

He also definitely doesn’t lunge for his phone when it does, eventually, buzzes.

No emoticons this time. Instead, all he sees is, “Thank you, Dean”. Weird. Maybe he didn’t find it as interesting? Well, a hit-and-a-miss was bound to happen sooner or later.

Dean shoots out a thumbs-up emoticon as a response. He looks back at his reports, and bites back a sigh. Better finish this before next week.

It’s movie night, after all.

“I was attacked by a moth last night,” Dean announces as he enters Cas’s apartment. Cas looks up with a confused frown. “Seriously.”

Cas smiles, and continues making popcorn over the stove because he’s a dork who doesn’t own a microwave. He’s still in his own work clothes, his white button-up rolled up to his forearms. “Do share.”

“I had my windows open, right, and before I’m going to bed something swoops in. Turns out to be the biggest moth I’ve ever seen.”

“And?”

“Turned off all the lights, grabbed a flashlight and tried to lure it outside.”

Cas laughs, the sound going straight to warm Dean’s heart. “Did you succeed?”

“Dude, I didn’t get to sleep until two o’clock.” Dean doesn’t mention how freaked out he got every time he tried to gently grab it and it kept fluttering away. He didn’t want to hurt the little guy, that’s all. “I wish I could’ve grabbed a picture for you, but I didn’t wanna freak it out with the flash. I think it might’ve been a sphinx moth?”

Cas has so much fondness in the way he looks at him, Dean’s stomach actually leaps, like this is one of those cheesy romance novels. Dean clears his throat, and grabs the popcorn out of Cas’s hands to munch on it extra obnoxiously. Cas rolls his eyes, and makes Dean wait while he changes out of his clothes.

Dean’s sure Cas won’t argue against him wanting to watch the next episode of Life in the Undergrowth, so he’s got it all set up and put on pause while he waits for Cas on the sofa. Cas is taking a while, so Dean turns around to call for him, only to find him just standing there, staring at him and his paused screen.

Dean eats some popcorn. “What?”

Cas takes in a breath, and lets it out as a small exhale. “You make me feel…” He pauses, as if searching for the right words. “Very loved.”

Oh. “Well,” Dean shrugs. “You are.”

A startled smile settles on Cas’s face, and Dean mirrors it.

“Get the lights, and get over here.”

Cas obliges, and he settles against him, nice and warm and cozy as they squish into his tiny ass sofa together. The light of the screen illuminates the cuts of his face, and Cas slowly leans his head against Dean’s shoulder. His hair tickles his neck.

“Is this alright?” Cas’s voice rumbles.

Dean grinds his head down against Cas’s as a response. Cas laughs at the almost-nuzzle, and it’s answer enough.

They watch the rest of the documentary like that, and maybe even holds hands by the end of it, Cas’s stove-made popcorn long forgotten. Dean sighs in contentment.

He can’t wait to share every one of Cas’s obsessions with him together from here on, too.

[verdigrisprowl]

April 3 Soundwave Stream - Dial M For Murder

An excellent murder investigation. Prowl approves. Windchill annoyed Tarantulas so much he straight up left.

Tailblinking: !!! Tailblinking: Earth 80s are- so very upbeat/ Chaoit: -wanders in- NoodlesAtNight: *Soundwave's cleared a bunch of space, moved the chairs around, all that. Get snacks, get where you wanna be, get comfy.* Chaoit: -flops into a seat. tired- NoodlesAtNight: [[Greetings.]] Chaoit: Hey there NoodlesAtNight: [[You look less spirited than usual.]] Tailblinking: *Snacks? Don't mind if he did.* Chaoit: Huh? Oh. Just a bit...um...stressed? NoodlesAtNight: *Nods to Jitter.* [[Why?]] Chaoit: Paperwork. Infighting. Chaoit: Politics. NoodlesAtNight: *Small amused nod* NoodlesAtNight: ((is it jumpy for anyone else or is my internet just crap today)) NoodlesAtNight: ((six minutes, also)) Tailblinking: //doing alrigh on my end Chaoit: -leaning back in the chair- I need a vacation Chaoit: ((and it's all good NoodlesAtNight: [[You have tonight, at least.]] Chaoit: Which is appriciated Prowl: *guess who's walking in under his own power AND isn't spontaneously saying everything he thinks* Prowl: *THIS GUY* NoodlesAtNight: *Congratulations, Prowl! A ping hello* NoodlesAtNight: *And nods to Airachnid and... Tarantulas?* Airachnid: [waves in greeting before sitting down in the back] Tailblinking: *Gives a jaunty wave to the three arrivals* -Tara's here? Prowl: *a return ping. Sits with Soundwave.* NoodlesAtNight: *Pleased as punch. Tiny knee nudge, since that's what he was allowed last time.* NoodlesAtNight: [[We begin now.]] Tarantulas: *yep! this spider finally came to movie night again, give him a minute to look around* Airachnid: [tilts helm at Tarantulas] Tarantulas: *helm tilt back to all - and he's in mech form, strange!* Prowl: *return knee nudge. and—how about an elbow brush?* Chaoit: -was about to nod off. Not now. Intro music playing- NoodlesAtNight: *Oh, yes, he'll have one, and not hesitate to return it.* Prowl: *... and maybe a slight lean* NoodlesAtNight: *And that too. Because last week he thought they were done with those forever. Ah, comfortable.* NoodlesAtNight: [[A warning: He knows nothing of this except that humans consider it a 'classic'.]] Tailblinking: *Perky mech is growing even more jovial with this music* Really funny, it bein' so upbeat with such a creepy title. chronosmith: ((eeexcellent)) Prowl: Murder's involved. That's usually a good start. Tarantulas: *...how to respond to the two flirts. he can't decide* NoodlesAtNight: [[It really does sound mismatched.]] chronosmith: *Pipes and Whirl are going to arrive separately; Pipes first, scuttling in as unobtrusively as possible; if there's a seat near Prowl, jhe'll take it. Otherwise someone else'll have to put up with him* Tarantulas: (( is there video or audio ?? i'm not getting any Prowl: *he has a free seat next to him* NoodlesAtNight: ((refresh, sometimes it's funky)) Tailblinking: /yes the movie started. may need to refresh chronosmith: *consider that seat Pipesified* Hey! How're you feeling? Tarantulas: *...damnit pipes* Tailblinking: ...! Prowl: Much better. My brain's back in place. My peripheral vision is still lacking, though. chronosmith: I'm glad you're thinking straight again! NoodlesAtNight: *Nods to Pipes... then looks to Tarantulas. Where does he mean to sit now?* chronosmith: ((on pipes obv)) NoodlesAtNight: [[Oh, murder -and- blackmail.]] Prowl: *what tarantulas? prowl sees no tarantulas* chronosmith: *Whirl arrives a lot less discreetly; he steps in, stands in the doorway, and asks the room in general* So what's this we're watchin? Tailblinking: It must be an 'affair. Silly organics. NoodlesAtNight: [[Dial M for Murder.]] Pause. [[Title. Not instruction.]] Tarantulas: (( asdfgsdlkgj not working after five refreshes. i'll be back in a bit Tailblinking: //awe okay, hope it works Airachnid: rip)) Tarantulas: (( consider tara suspended in limbo NoodlesAtNight: ((okay 😞 sometimes it takes a bit to kick in too)) chronosmith: Pfft. As if I'd let some middleman keep me from getting my MURDER on. chronosmith: ((sorry mau :<)) chronosmith: ...((that was whirl obv)) Airachnid: Sometimes mecha call ME for murder. NoodlesAtNight: [[You begin with A. Shouldn't it be... arson, he supposes?]] Airachnid: Only to cover up the evidence perhaps. Airachnid: I don't like arson it's too... hands off. Prowl: *mutters* Of course, naturally that's the problem with arson. Tailblinking: *Lays himself over a seat, finally making himself comfortable with a wiggle. Still his foot taps the air.* NoodlesAtNight: *Soft huff at the mutter* chronosmith: Whirl: *snickers at Airachnid and stalks over to the nearest unoccpied space he can sprawl his huge self in* But, yeah. I haven't seen this. Hopefully this is an example of GOOD Hitchcock. Tarantulas: *tara's here! he's awkwardly sending prowl and soundwave a ping and just going to stand in the back of the room, lurk lurk. let THEM be the ones to respond first* Airachnid: [you're chilling in the back with her] NoodlesAtNight: *Amused glance at Jitter. Well, if that's comfortable....* chronosmith: *nods cordially to Airachnid; he's pleased with the company* NoodlesAtNight: ((OH i... did not know there were commercials... welp. we're in for it now)) Tailblinking: *engine barks a laugh* Chaoit: -might actually be falling asleep- chronosmith: ((O BOY)) Prowl: *who's what now what? turns to look at tarantulas. automatically slightly sits up and away from soundwave* chronosmith: Pipes: Oh, hey, Jitter! I haven't seen you in a dog's age! Tailblinking: ...That's a curious thing for him ta be doing. Prowl: *... deliberately leans back on soundwave.* Tailblinking: -and Pipes! I know, I know- isn't time funny that way? chronosmith: *come to the back where the spiders and Weird Birds hang out Tara* NoodlesAtNight: *Blandly pleasant return ping to Tarantulas* NoodlesAtNight: @Prowl: (txt): ...This lean, return to wanted contact after startle? Effect only? NoodlesAtNight: [[Even Kup smokes smaller ones.]] chronosmith: Pipes: It sure gets away from you. Prowl: @Soundwave «I want this contact.» *not sure what Soundwave means by "effect only."* Tailblinking: //wow people have the memory of an elephant i can barely remember who I talked to in the super market let alone who was at school with. Tarantulas: *yeah he's gonna go sit next to whirl and airachnid, pfft he's not paying attention to the movie, that much is clear* chronosmith: Whirl: *nods cordially * Sup. NoodlesAtNight: *...All right. As long as he's not being treated like a jealousy creation tool or something.* NoodlesAtNight: (txt): Understood. Airachnid: [she watches Tarantulas for a bit, she's not used to seeing him in this kind of place] NoodlesAtNight: [[A gas ring? Is this like a smoke ring?]] chronosmith: ((ok, brb, i am gonna make my dinner)) Tarantulas: *greets whirl also, sprawling somewhere in a Totally Casual Way* Prowl: *the last thing he wants to do is create jealousy in tarantulas. a jealous tarantulas is, most likely, a dangerous tarantulas.* Tarantulas: *jealousy isn't the problem - remember what he said about envy, soundwave? but right now it seems he doesn't want to interfere, that's all* chronosmith: ((The Sprawl off begins. WHO CAN BE MORE DISMISSIVELY CASUAL? there can be only one sprawl king)) Tarantulas: *all good, whirl, tarantulas -* Tarantulas: *cannot sit still for more than a minute* Airachnid: [you do not want to play the sprawl game with mecha with many legs] Prowl: *if anything, though, leaning back on Soundwave was his way of stating that he's decided he's not going to be afraid of Tarantulas's jealousy.* NoodlesAtNight: [[...They're very casual about the idea of murdering their partners.]] NoodlesAtNight: *Awww.* Prowl: They are. Airachnid: I know I've done it with romantic partners of mine. Tailblinking: *He'd zoned out from the movie for a bit, with it was chattering... but now its getting kinda intense.* Airachnid: Though not everyone was thrilled about my plans. Tailblinking: ....Oh. Here he goes. Chaoit: ...he's not gonna kill here Tarantulas: *wait what the heck is this movie about, tara might start to pay attention* Chaoit: *her Tailblinking: He's at least makin' him sweat and flee. Tailblinking: But he was wiping away all the prints. Chaoit: He's gonna try to kill him NoodlesAtNight: [[Is that what that was?]] Airachnid: Oh. Even MORE interesting. Airachnid: It's a web of murder. Tailblinking: Can't believe that guy hasn't gotten the hint and made himself scarece Prowl: He's being blackmailed into staying. He can't afford to leave. Wheeljack: playstation? Tarantulas: *snrk at web of murder comment* Airachnid: : 3c Tarantulas: *he's gonna start webbing something like a cat's cradle, totally the best distraction* Prowl: ... How old is this movie? Humans were using fingerprints back then? NoodlesAtNight: [[It is from their year.... 1954.]] Prowl: Hm. Prowl: I thought they began the practice in the 1980s. NoodlesAtNight: [[And he believes the human said police station, not playstation.]] Tarantulas: Nono, the 30s. *offhand* Wheeljack: No he said playstation Wheeljack: They had playstations that early? wow NoodlesAtNight: *Glances over at Tarantulas.* [[How do you know?]] smoketopus: 😮 How much did I miss? chronosmith: Whirl: *watches Tarantulas weave idly; he knew Airachnid did this, but it's the first time he'* chronosmith: s seen Tarantulas do it* Tailblinking: I'm- incredibly lost. Tarantulas: *smokey!! he gets a wave, although it seems weak* NoodlesAtNight: *Nods to the newcomers* Tarantulas: *also all sw gets is the equivalent of a ping-shrug* Wheeljack: Did his wife break his playstation or somethin smoketopus: /Excited waving at Messy- maybe seeing if he can sit near Tarantulas at all/ Tailblinking: Missed some dialog, so don't know what he's got o this guy. But geeze, they're both diabolical. Wheeljack: to the wall Tarantulas: *there's plenty of room, tara's back with whirl and airachnid* Airachnid: [prepare to sit near Airachnid Smokey] chronosmith: *and Whirl* Prowl: He DID live on Earth for quite some time. smoketopus: /He can handle that, he likes Whirl and he has a "present" for Airachnid anyway/ smoketopus: /Not right now but later at least/ Airachnid: [if it's what she think it is, he can go shove it up an exhaust port] NoodlesAtNight: [[The human in dark grey has blackmailed the criminal human in light grey into murdering his mate because his mate has broken their relationship agreements. They are now planning her murder.]] Chaoit: -back to taking a nap- smoketopus: Oh. That's pretty rude. chronosmith: Well, the gist of it, Jitter, is that they're planning an elaborate murder. chronosmith: ^Pipes smoketopus: /Going to try to sit on Tarantulas, in any case!/ chronosmith: Pipes: And, yeah... her conjunx is. Just awful if he's going to murder her like that. NoodlesAtNight: *Pings Prowl a thank you and Tarantulas a simple acknowledgment of the non-answer. Politeness, if nothing else* Tarantulas: *....mrr, he's a little grumpy but he'll let smokey sit NEXT to him and lean on him* Tailblinking: Well- yeah, I figured that, Pipes. Just such so much effort into hurtin' someone instead of just, y'know, leavin' them to be misrable alone. chronosmith: Pipes: People tend to get like this when there's money or power involved, sadly. smoketopus: /Aww, fair enough./ How're you doing, Messy? And Whirl! You're cool! How're you? NoodlesAtNight: *He does admire the thoroughness of this human's work.* chronosmith: Whirl: *nods to Smokescreen; Whirl seems cool enough with him* Makin' it. Little bit under the weather, but I can't complain. Wheeljack: she has to die because of a playstation? Prowl: *is very, very, very, very, very slowly tensing up* smoketopus: /ALSO WAVING AT WHEELJACK!/ NoodlesAtNight: [[There is no playstation.]] Wheeljack: Hey Tarantulas: *tara's still making the web in his claws, makes a noncommittal noise @ smokey* not terribly awfully, I suppose NoodlesAtNight: *Can Soundwave feel the tensing?* Prowl: *probably* Airachnid: [she's ignoring Wheeljack because he seems to be an idiot or just irritating] Wheeljack: Soundwave, but he said the playstation Tailblinking: *A dismayed sigh and mumble.* Pittible, that. NoodlesAtNight: *...Offers hand and an inquisitive ping* NoodlesAtNight: [[He said police station. The humans had not invented video games in their 1954.]] Prowl: *squezes hand. a bit tighter than necessary* chronosmith: Pipes: Wha even IS a--oh, thanks, Soundwave. *!! ANOTHER COMM--no. It seems not* chronosmith: Pipes: *got all excited about a possibly commercial, but alas, it is not to be* Tarantulas: (( awww pipes chronosmith: ((he knows what he's about0) NoodlesAtNight: @Prowl: (txt) Film: uncomfortable content? Tailblinking: *Pipes you missed a good one earlier. It was very bright and cherry* Tarantulas: *TARA IDENTIFIES. that human who said he'd screw everything up* chronosmith: Whirl: I mean... okay. I get that sometimes a subtle approach is necessary, but really, they're just sucking the fun out of killing somebody. Prowl: @Soundwave «While I was injured, I begged and pleaded Smokescreen to leave me alone. Smokescreen AND Black Shadow—the latter of whom threatened to show up in person.» chronosmith: Whirl: The least they can do is challenge her to a fight to the death and earn their murder. Prowl: @Soundwave «Now look. Who's. Here. In person. And could easily tell his "father figure" where I am.» smoketopus: That's good- sorry about, you know, the other day. ... You sure everything's okay? NoodlesAtNight: *Does not move his helm but can see Smokescreen from where he is. Curls his hand tighter and angles himself a little to block-protect a bit.* Tarantulas: *visor frown* /Which/ other day, hmm? smoketopus: You know- ... Well, a lot of the other days, you know. A couple days ago- with the stupid decision? NoodlesAtNight: @Prowl: (txt): Will protect if Black Shadow arrives. Threat wanted? Airachnid: Did you mean your life Smokescreen? Airachnid: [no one asked her, but Smokescreen is here so might as well] smoketopus: ... Thanks, Airachnid. Tarantulas: *more intense visor frown at airachnid* chronosmith: Whirl: *snickers* Prowl: @Soundwave «Do threats work on an idiot like that?» Tailblinking: *-hops back* Tailblinking: did I miss it? chronosmith: Pipes: Not yet... Prowl: *jaw clenched and mouth set in a line. anger, not fear.* Tailblinking: //btw who is Guest? chronosmith: ((The one above you is Prowl; the other Guest is wheeljack)) Tailblinking: //much thanks Prowl: ((if it's me? I'm Prowl. rabbit doesn't always change nicknames like it should, even when you edit them)) chronosmith: (( o7 )) NoodlesAtNight: @Prowl: (txt): Some. Will attempt. Tarantulas: *to smokey* ......Hmn. It doesn't matter, don't worry about it. *pats him on the head* chronosmith: Whirl: I just don't get how anyone can get any kind of enjoyment out of such a boring murder. NoodlesAtNight: [[Their enjoyment is in getting away with it.]] Airachnid: I do not believe they are doing it for enjoyment. Prowl: @Soundwave «... What threat?» Tailblinking: *Frowns a bit more, and rolls on his back to watch the audience instead* chronosmith: Whirl: *considers both viewpoints; responds with a well thought-out and highly intelligent rebuttal* Lame. smoketopus: ... Really? Still, it was pretty inconvenient for you, right? /Going to affectionately headbutt!/ Airachnid: [how eloquently expressed] Yes well, they clearly don't want to get their own hands dirty. chronosmith: Whirl: Also lame. NoodlesAtNight: @Prowl: (txt): Non-physical. Potential reputation damage, Optimus Prime death reminders. chronosmith: Pipes: *flips up his visor and leans forward, squinting at the screen* Tarantulas: *catches the headbutt with a spider leg* Yes, but I'd rather not dwell. It's - *the movie!!* chronosmith: Whirl: HAHA! Airachnid: [chuckling] smoketopus: ... Oh. Ohhh- that was good. I was worried that she'd- Prowl: @Soundwave «"Reputation damage"?» chronosmith: Pipes: Serves him right. Tailblinking: --ohno Tailblinking: I did miss it. Tailblinking: *Zoned out for a confrence call. Tailblinking: What a twist! Tailblinking: -oh! Tarantulas: *does not like all this music, ugh. he's going to tune it out* chronosmith: Pipes: It's always kind of satisfying when someone who attacks what appears to be a harmless person gets proven so, so wrong. *lets his visor snap down* Tailblinking: So uh. What's she hit him with? The lamp? smoketopus: Scissors! chronosmith: Whirl: Stabbed him with some scissors. Airachnid: She stabbed him with scissors. Tarantulas: Fell on his back and pushed the scissor blade through his heart, really. chronosmith: Whirl: It was HILARIOUS. Airachnid: It was rather amusing. Tailblinking: Oh. Oh wow- thats kinda like the 'suicide disgused as murder' with the knife held with ice. NoodlesAtNight: @Prowl: (txt): All future introductions reference poor Smokescreen decisions, embarrassing moments. To Decepticons, Prime obsession, near offer. Prowl: It's no surprise something went wrong, with such amateurish planning. Prowl: Their crime scene staging was ghastly. Tarantulas: They're /touching/ so many things Tarantulas: 😕 smoketopus: I was about to say! Isn't this seriously tampering with the scene? Tarantulas: Ah, good. *watches burn* Airachnid: [she is currently watching Tarantulas make whatever he's making] smoketopus: I mean, I guess he wouldn't care, but do humans actually care about that kinda thing, even? Tailblinking: Well, seein' as he was plotin' it... chronosmith: Pipes: *looks curiously to Prowl* Oh? How would you've planned it? smoketopus: Well, yeah. But you'd think someone would notice something weird, right? Prowl: @Soundwave «... You'll be blackmailing him in exchange for what behavior?» Tailblinking: that's a silly question, Pipes- we're talkin' about a different level of technology. chronosmith: Pipes: ...huh? *glances to Jitter* I wasn't talking about tech, just, you know. Ideas. Planning! Tarantulas: *tara finished something crochet-looking, then seemed dissatisfied and subspaced it. he's starting over again* Prowl: I wouldn't have planned a murder. But I WOULD have been able to tell with a minute of observation that the burglary was staged. Tailblinking: ...yeah? Well, I guess we all oughtta come up with our own murder pitch. smoketopus: I phase the person into the ground. No evidence to find then, right? chronosmith: Pipes: *nods, with a little laugh* Well, of course you wouldn't! It was just hypothetical. but even so, yeah, I guess that kinda analysis is right up your alley, huh? NoodlesAtNight: [[He can find things buried in the ground.]] NoodlesAtNight: *Lifts up a feeler* Tarantulas: ...It depends on the way the phase shifter works, which, you still haven't let me had a go at it smoketopus: ... Put that back, Sounds. smoketopus: What if it's I go down to the core of the Earth or something? smoketopus: ... You want a go now, Messy? NoodlesAtNight: @Prowl: (txt): Prowl left alone. Location not told. Chaoit: -sit up after his nap- Tarantulas: ......... smoketopus: /Offering the phase shifter over./ Chaoit: -feels a bit beter- Tarantulas: *to take or not to take* Airachnid: [a part of her wants to snatch the phase shifter, but it's not worth it] Tarantulas: ...I oughtn't now. Another time Tarantulas: *it pains him* smoketopus: Aww. I would've loved to teach you! But I can show you later, right? chronosmith: Whirl: *lifts his head suddenly; he seems to have been dozing off* Phasing evidence into the ground won't protect you if you left your smell all over everything. Tarantulas: Absolutely, Smokescreen. smoketopus: I take a bath afterwards so no one would know. Chaoit: Washing yourself doesn't get rid of the smell on the scene smoketopus: And THEN if anyone asks, I can be like "Someone made me take a bath" and have an alibi smoketopus: What if I meet them in a graveyard? smoketopus: And again, if no one sees the body, there's not going to be a scene chronosmith: Whirl: You can't wash off your SCENT. It's your scent. It's... it's YOU. The essence of Smokescreen. Eau d'Smokescreen. Chaoit: All smells are distinct smoketopus: Are they? I kinda doubt that. chronosmith: Whirl: That's cos you have a weak sense of smell. *pauses, peers* Or no sense of smell. smoketopus: ... Hey, I have a reasonable sense of smell! /Opening his mouth to sniff around the room/ Chaoit: .... chronosmith: Whirl: Well, mine's downright freakish. One of the few senses I got left! Tarantulas: Smokescreen, you really oughtn't try to plan a murder in public, much less in front of a - well. *was gonna say enforcer but prowl got upset when tara said he wasn't one anymore* Airachnid: [she'll flick her snake glossa as well, might as well show mecha with noses how she smells] smoketopus: I'm not planning on murdering anyone, so it's no deal- and I mean, I'm not worried about Airachnid hearing. chronosmith: Pipes: *leans forward and squints again; this detective is really great and entertaining* smoketopus: Murdering people kinda goes against helping Cybertron! NoodlesAtNight: *He really must watch Prowl in action again some time. The torn off bit they found on the Lost Light was interesting, but a full event...* Airachnid: [she squints at Smokescreen, she knows he's up to something] Tailblinking: *soft snickering and he rolls on his front again. Everyone is so very interesting in themselves.* Chaoit: -settles and watches, now- Prowl: *considers Soundwave's suggestion. There's a chance that if he does that, it will INSPIRE Smokescreen to share information he wouldn't have otherwise.* Tarantulas: *jitter'll see tara's crocheting a tiny protoform if he looks toward the corner* Tarantulas: *lil beb skeleton* Tailblinking: .... Airachnid: [she turns back to see what Tarantulas is doing] Tailblinking: *His eyes do go rather bright at that* Prowl: @Soundwave «What are the odds he'll be inspired to be contrary?» Tailblinking: ...Tara, what's that you're craftin? chronosmith: Whirl: *also glances over to take a look at this bit of art* Tarantulas: *it's only half made, head and arms* ...Err. A - something. Protoform, of course. Tailblinking: ...outta what? chronosmith: Whirl: Webbing. It's a spider thing. smoketopus: 😮 /Oooh, that's what that is?/ Just like that? That's really cool chronosmith: Whirl: You should see the hammocks that SHE makes. *nods at Airachnid* Tarantulas: *WHICH is not coming out his butt kthanks. he has spinnerets in his wrists* Airachnid: [chuckles] I can do a lot more than that. Tailblinking: *Optics flicker, and nose twitches* chronosmith: Whirl: Oh? Do tell. smoketopus: Really, Spidey? Any way I could do that ever? That seems cool! I mean, I can crochet, but it's not like I can MAKE it smoketopus: primus I hate these humans Airachnid: I can make silk fine enough to make clothing and blankets. chronosmith: Pipes: *also now looking back at Airachnid* Really? That's amazing! Airachnid: Yes, I had to make a living out of it for a while. I was an artisan after all. NoodlesAtNight: @Prowl: (txt): ...Uncertain. *Now he's second-guessing his first suggestion.* Perhaps outgoing comm observation: better option. Tarantulas: *huh! neato* Might I ask for a sample sometime, Airachnid? chronosmith: Pipes: You'll hafta show me your work sometime--well, if you want to, I mean. *OH LOOK COMMERCIAL* NoodlesAtNight: *Heard the word "protoform", looks over at what Tarantulas is doing for a second* Airachnid: [and, just to demonstrate, starts to make webbing from her palms but pulls out a thin silk strand] chronosmith: Whirl: So you're an artist-turned-warrior too, huh? Tailblinking: Ah it got through the blockers. Prowl: @Soundwave «Are you going to keep observing after he's gone?» Airachnid: Yes. Chaoit: .... Airachnid: [pauses] Did you do artwork as well? Tailblinking: *Such talented mecha we've got here.* chronosmith: Whirl: *nods* My callsign's "chronosmith" for a reason. NoodlesAtNight: *Small nod.* Airachnid: [perks up] Oh, simply fascinating. Prowl: *mumbles* The husband's lucky the initial murder attempt failed. The new story is far more convincing than his original one was. Tailblinking: ...*stiffled laugher* Tailblinking: I see where this is gonna go. NoodlesAtNight: @Prowl: (txt): Will increase surveillance. If wanted, if fragile feeling not present. chronosmith: Whirl: *nods; it's more of an acknowledging gesture than an agreement* NoodlesAtNight: [[Clever writer.]] chronosmith: Pipes: Yeah! Chaoit: .... Chaoit: He's hitting the mark without aiming Airachnid: [withdraws the silk back into her palm spinnerets and goes back to looking at Whirl] Chaoit: isn't he? Prowl: @Soundwave «... Just until I'm out of the hospital.» Tailblinking: Okay so- I think im really enjoyin' this, as a bit of a dark comedy. NoodlesAtNight: @Prowl: (txt): Accepted. Tarantulas: ...Bets on how long until another human is murdered? smoketopus: 5 minutes Chaoit: Soon Airachnid: Also Tarantulas, you can have a sample yes. Just ask later and I'll give you some. Tarantulas: *visor smile at spide friend* Ah, thank you. I'll remind you before I depart. chronosmith: Whirl: *rests his head on his rotor array again, and starts to doze* Airachnid: [she nods in acknowledgement] NoodlesAtNight: [[...Is human law enforcement allowed to do that?]] chronosmith: Pipes: He's having a good time drawing him in, isn't he? Airachnid: [she's watching Whirl start to doze, it's cute to her] Prowl: He hasn't, technically, done anything illegal. smoketopus: /He miiight be staring at Whirl a little- that's kinda cute!/ chronosmith: *omg Airachnid* Tailblinking: well then chronosmith: *AND SMOKESCREEN* smoketopus: /Also might quietly push a cube of energon over- trying to be casual here!/ Prowl: Asking pointed questions and dropping his own key on the ground isn't against any rules. Tarantulas: *protoform done! it's actually a fullsize mech but heh, subspaced before anyone sees he made the equivalent of a robo voodoo doll* chronosmith: Pipes: Yeah, he was mainly using that whole... key thing as a big show. He was acting, making a big deal about how the keys all look alike, probably to see how the other guy reacted? chronosmith: Pipes: I wouldn't assume theatrics have a place in detective-work, but I guess it can be useful. Tarantulas: *he's making another doll now* Chaoit: .... Chillsins: *Look who it is, the death of the party* Tarantulas: *oooh is it windchill? nevermind tara, he's sitting near whirl, who's snoozing* chronosmith: Whirl* *he'd greet you but he's surrounded by spiders and apparently falling asleep* Prowl: That's not the most... tasteful side of detective work. But in the pursuit of the truth, it's permissible. Tailblinking: The writer of this is... really clever. I wonder what that detective is all up to. Chaoit: ...? chronosmith: Pipes: *he WILL greet, you, waving cheerfully* Hey, Windchill! *looks back to Prowl* Well, you'd know more than me. Good gracious, I hope *I'm* never responsible for solving a murder. Chillsins: *Maybe he doesn't want to talk to you guys anyway, NYAH* NoodlesAtNight: *Nods a greeting to Windchill* chronosmith: *HOW COULD YOU* Chillsins: *Waves at Pipes tho* chronosmith: *good* Prowl: I'm sure you won't have to worry about that. Chillsins: *He's going to find a spot to sit...in the back, and slurp on his dinner in passing. Loudly.* Prowl: *but Pipes would make a decent Good Cop* Tailblinking: *Looks for pipes reaction the second the pause hits* Prowl: ((cmon, if they're gonna interrupt with commercials, they should at least vary them up)) chronosmith: Pipes: *laughs* I'm sure, too! *FOR ONCE... he didn't immediately look up, he was chattin with his pal instead* Chillsins: (( Never )) NoodlesAtNight: *Is curious about these doll things. Stretches a feeler over to peer at one* chronosmith: Whirl: *does not wake; he's out. You could say all kinds of things about how helicopters are overrated and he will not defend himself( Chillsins: (( Jesus Christ brb. )) Tarantulas: *tara's leaning away from the feeler as not-rudely as he can, doesn't want to get within touching distance* NoodlesAtNight: *...Will withdraw it.* chronosmith: Pipes: *chuckles a little; he's really enjoying this detective* Prowl: ... What's she doing out? Isn't she supposed to be executed in a day? Chillsins: *Has no idea what's going on* NoodlesAtNight: [[Perhaps they let her free to prove a point.]] Tarantulas: Likely she's accompanied by an officer of some sort, behind her there chronosmith: Pipes: She's being escorted--maybe they were letting her visit her husband? I'm... not vey knowledgeable about these sorts of things. Tarantulas: Aha NoodlesAtNight: ((ah sorry i didn't know that would be a line, i've never seen this)) chronosmith: ((u fine, cro <3)) Chillsins: (( I missed it. )) chronosmith: Pipes: Well, there you have it! Airachnid: wait I walked away for a moment what)) Chillsins: (( I refuse to wear headphones or turn up the voume anymore this late in the gamr.) smoketopus: It's pretty hard watching how everyone's treating her here, I gotta say. Chillsins: *Realizes, quite suddenly, that he's bored.* chronosmith: Pipes: I guess it's kind of rough on her, but he's keeping her in the dark to keep his... experiments? I guess? Authentic. And that's to save her life... it's still kind of harsh, but if it works... Chillsins: *Sucks loudly through an improvised straw* Tarantulas: It's not so much hiding things from her as it is the attitude with which they're treating her, as far as I'm con - cerned. *GOSH thats annoying windchill, you get a sideeye* Tarantulas: *....side visor* chronosmith: Whirl: *antenna-twitch; that horrible sound might be giving him horrible dreams. It is a Mystery* smoketopus: Yeah! They keep treating her like she's... I don't know, a lot of the stuff making her doubt what she's thinking is kinda... It's pretty rough! Chillsins: *Sucks more. His cube isn't empty but he is a master at angling straws at JUST the right degree for maximum slurpitude.* Chillsins: *Stops slurping for half a second.* chronosmith: Pipes: Yeah, they can definitely be more sympathetic. Chillsins: Gaslighting? smoketopus: Yeah, it does kinda seem like that, especially with how they're acting like she's all ridiculous for what she's saying. Tailblinking: Poor gals still shell shocked from bein' on deathrow. Tarantulas: *merp. going to ignore bad squiggly feelings and also annoyance and keep talking* Yes, and quite casual sexist condecension, which always confuses me Tarantulas: Aha, there she goes smoketopus: Yeah! That's really fragged up. chronosmith: Pipes: *nods* I understand doing everything you can to save her life, but... it's got to be rough, going from expecting to be executed to finding out your conjunx tried to kill you. Chillsins: *Goes right back to trying to suck his own brains up through the improvised straw somehow.* Tarantulas: *....tara's going to stop his crocheting and snag that straw from windchill with a shot silk thread* Chillsins: *Ignore the fact that the 'straw' is obviously a recycled aluminum pipe.* Chillsins: *Looks shocked for all of a second.* Chillsins: *It passes.* Airachnid: [is secretly thankful] Chillsins: *Now he just looks offended.* Tarantulas: *good* Chillsins: Hey! Chaoit: -snorts- Prowl: Quite a hell of a surprise party. Chaoit: caught Chillsins: *Still has no idea what Tarantulas: @ Chill - Yyyyes? Chillsins: is going on or why the music got dramatic.* Tailblinking: Thats... really a good film. Prowl: At least he handled his defeat with grace. Chillsins: @Tarantulass: That's mine! Tarantulas: (( LASS. good smoketopus: Messy, Messy- actually, Spidey, too- you ever do crochet? I bet you'd be pretty good at it! Chillsins: (( Remove the L maybe )) Tailblinking: //Very satisfied. Tarantulas: Not anymore. *starts nomming on it* NoodlesAtNight: *Small leg stretch* Tailblinking: ... Chillsins: (( I'll google the film later. )) Prowl: This Hitchcock human makes fine movies. Airachnid: ...on occasion, but I prefer weaving. Chillsins: Nope, it's still mine. Tailblinking: //Did he just eat the crocheted protoform Chillsins: You're just a thief. Prowl: *............... watches leg* Tarantulas: (( lmao no, he's eating windchill's metal straw smoketopus: Weaving? that's where you're making the textiles, right? That's pretty neat, actually- you do that with webbing or? chronosmith: ((painting: Tarantulas Devouring His Son)) Tailblinking: //lost track of shenanigans as thigns got intense Airachnid: Yes I do. NoodlesAtNight: [[They do. He will research other ones.]] smoketopus: Soundsoundssounds heyheyhey can I recommend a song later? NoodlesAtNight: *Notices this watching. ... Stretch one a little closer in Prowl's direction.* NoodlesAtNight: [[You may.]] smoketopus: Oooh- you got any tips? If you taught me, I could maybe make some from you! Not out of your webbing, but Prowl: *mouth twitch* Tarantulas: @Smoke - Yes, I was just crocheting, and that's one among other things. Chillsins: *Looks extra offended.* Airachnid: Yes I have some tips. First of all, do not be bad at it. If you're bad at it, fix that. Chillsins: *Do you have any idea how hard it is to find a good straw?* smoketopus: https://youtu.be/mw2fh8qfDiA here you go, Soundwave! Tarantulas: *chomp chomp. it's gone now windchill, and tara's visor is quirked in a smirk* chronosmith: Pipes: *watches this Straw Altercation curiously* NoodlesAtNight: *Resettles* @Prowl: (txt): Caught. NoodlesAtNight: *Inspects this musical selection while others fight over a straw... he doesn't understand other bots sometimes* Tarantulas: *pipes probably saw dat monster mouth* chronosmith: Pipes: *he's seen much worse; he's friends with all kinds of alins* Prowl: @Soundwave «I'm a lot less subtle without my peripheral vision.» smoketopus: SOUNDS WOW smoketopus: RUDE NoodlesAtNight: [[You test his patience.]] Chillsins: Give me back my straw. Wheeljack: Smokey Chillsins: *Cough it up you fiend.* smoketopus: It wasn't even anything bad! I thought you'd find it neat. smoketopus: Wheels Tarantulas: No, it's quite gone now. Probably dissolving as we speak. Tarantulas: That's what you get for being so awfully rude Wheeljack: Wanna smoke? Tailblinking: So you're really a tarantula and not a spider, huh Chillsins: Nope, that's not how it works. Chillsins: You owe me a straw. smoketopus: Hey, yeah, that sounds nice, Wheels chronosmith: Pipes: I'd suggest a song but, ha, it's kind of long and I'm guessing the rest of the room might not want to listen to a five-minute guitar solo... Tarantulas: Oh? What song? NoodlesAtNight: [[...What song.]] Chillsins: *Stands up* chronosmith: Pipes: Prowl should be able to guess what I'm talking about. Wheeljack: It's mellow, you can take more hits Prowl: I am and I approve. NoodlesAtNight: *Looks. What song?* Prowl: It's an excellent five-minute guitar solo. chronosmith: Freebird! chronosmith: ^..Pipes Chillsins: *Creeps around.* chronosmith: ((whirl is not mumbling freebird in his sleep)) Chillsins: (( Are you sure. )) Tarantulas: *keen visor on windchill, what u doin* Chillsins: *Looming behind u.* Chillsins: *That's what he's doing.* Prowl: *yessss* chronosmith: ((maybe... who knows. if he is mumbling he's surely whispering)) Tarantulas: *gonna have to get past the spider legs that'll push you back* chronosmith: Pipes: *places a hand over his spark* A classic. Chillsins: *He's bigger than u, not happening.* Tarantulas: *do your worst* smoketopus: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Ct6BUPvE2sM What about this, sounds? Chillsins: *Stands there, being the Worst.* Prowl: *prowl's facial expression arranges itself into the Neutral Deadpan of Extreme Satisfaction* chronosmith: (((picks up Tarantulas. Shakes him. an egg falls out)) Tarantulas: (( nO chronosmith: (( :y )) NoodlesAtNight: ((LMAO)) Chillsins: You owe me a straw. Chillsins: (NOT HERE) Airachnid: NO EGGS)) chronosmith: (( 8y )) smoketopus: ((:O Tarantulas: No, I rather think not. Besides, you can drink your energon out of a cube just fine, unlike some NoodlesAtNight: *Observes this deadpan curiously for a second, then settles back into that lean. Maybe some extra lean. He must be comfortable for potentially good music.* Airachnid: except the cat, the cat is allowed)) Tarantulas: Don't abuse your privilege Chillsins: Yes, you do. NoodlesAtNight: [[Next time he will bring straws.]] NoodlesAtNight: [[Then none of you will need to steal them, eat them, or otherwise irritate each other.]] Chillsins: It's not a privilege if you're entitled to take it away. Prowl: *lean intensifies* chronosmith: Pipes: *shakes his head at these shenanigans; he has no idea who this purple fellow is aside from "messy" but gosh how rude* Tailblinking: //aaah im falling asleep. I'm out. Thanks for hosting SW, and everyone stay cool. Tarantulas: (( LETS KEEP IT THAT WAY PIPES chronosmith: ((seeya dude! NoodlesAtNight: ((bye jittermun!!)) Tarantulas: (( byeee Chillsins: (( Byyyye. )) chronosmith: ((Your day of Reckoning will come. but it is not this day)) Airachnid: bye!)) smoketopus: ((Have a good night!) chronosmith: Pipes: *HYPED FOR THE SOLO, IT'S COMIN* Prowl: *HERE IT GOES* NoodlesAtNight: @Prowl: (txt): Their argument: ridiculous. This, reason natural mlah: usef-- chronosmith: ((47 million views........)) NoodlesAtNight: *Helm tilt* Wheeljack: nice Airachnid: [she is not impressed] chronosmith: Whirl: *wailing guitars is enough to wake himl he raises his head and groggily demans* Is that fraggin'--Lynyrd Skynyrd. What the hell is going on. Chillsins: *Hands, meet hips. A perfect match.* chronosmith: Pipes: *is not only impressed, but enjoying it immensely* Wheeljack: Is this makin' anyone else horny Tarantulas: *snrrrk* NoodlesAtNight: *Maybe a little.* chronosmith: Whirl: ...I regret that I asked. smoketopus: wheeljack uh Chillsins: *Not any more than usual.* Airachnid: Eugh. Prowl: *Prowl is not the kind of Autobot who dreams of martyring himself in a blaze of glory.* Prowl: *but if he was, he'd do it to this song.* Chillsins: *He's going to loom back here for the rest of the night, it seems.* smoketopus: You okay? You're pretty horny normally anyway! Tarantulas: *fine by tarantulas so long as you* Tarantulas: *'re not making annoying sounds* Wheeljack: Smokes, this is the kinda song you frag to smoketopus: what chronosmith: Whirl: Oh, hey, it's my footrest. Up and running around. Could've used you tonight, mech. smoketopus: no NoodlesAtNight: *Is not looking at Wheeljack. Wheeljack cannot ruin this good experience for him. Absolutely not* smoketopus: I think all my partners learned to ban me from music Wheeljack: Hey Soundwave Wheeljack: Soundwave Prowl: *leeeans a little more heavily on Soundwave* Wheeljack: HEY MOTHER BITCH Chillsins: *Slurps without a straw.* chronosmith: Pipes: Wheeljack! We're trying to listen. Chillsins: Too bad, Whirl. Chillsins: I thought I was 'replaceable' anyway. Wheeljack: Tell mom bitch to stop ignoring me Tarantulas: *...actually, hah. tara's attention goes back across the room to the flirts, then gets interrupted by chill, and he snaps. up and out the door he goes without a word* Wheeljack: Frag that was good chronosmith: Pipes: Well I can't imagine you'd be surprised that someone would ignore you when you refer to them as "bitch mom." Airachnid: Well then. NoodlesAtNight: *Listen close, Prowl. That faint hum is back. He'll even ping Pipes a thank you.* chronosmith: Pipes: Another good song--if you like rock instrumentals--is Frankenstein, by the Edgar Winters group, but that one is VERY long. NoodlesAtNight: *But be vaguely concerned about Tarantulas'. departure....* Chillsins: *That's what you get for stealing instead of asking him to stop like any decent person.* Wheeljack: Pipes, you don't know scrap Prowl: *... slow, heavy sigh out of all his vents at the same time. It's a mildly overheated sigh* chronosmith: Pipes: *pings him right back; he is only doing what's decent by you, mech* NoodlesAtNight: [[As an authority on the subject, he can say that Pipes is right.]] Prowl: *maybe he should. turn a couple more cooling fans on.* Wheeljack: No! smoketopus: Hey hey soundsoundsounds Soundwave what about this song? https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=EAt9qCEeBxo Chillsins: (( Ew, an anime. )) Airachnid: No. Wheeljack: You did this to me, I can call you whatever I want Chaoit: ... chronosmith: Whirl: You absolutely are, of course. Chaoit: ? Chillsins: *Returns to sitting on the floor. The sit of victory.* NoodlesAtNight: [[And he does not have to listen.]] NoodlesAtNight: *So he doesn't. The sound of cooling fans are much, much nicer.* Wheeljack: Glitch Chillsins: (( That feel when you are certain another pron blog followed you but it's just a really odd personal. )) chronosmith: ((PFFT)) Tarantulas: (( lmao :') Chillsins: (( Snif, you're making me PARaNOID )) Chillsins: (( I BLAME U )) chronosmith: (( o) )) chronosmith: ((JUST PICTURE IT. IN YOUR HEAD. HORRIFYING)) chronosmith: ((SNIP SNIP)) Chillsins: (( DESIST )) NoodlesAtNight: *Previews Smokescreen's suggestion... casually makes a note not to pay attention to other ones* smoketopus: /He's just gonna go over to sit near Wheeljack/ Hey, about that smoke... Chaoit: Are you taking suggestions? smoketopus: Soundssssss what do you think? Is THAT on the right track? Wheeljack: Huh Chillsins: *Makes gross sucking sounds, thanks to the almighty fish lips.* NoodlesAtNight: [[Potentially. Do you have one?]] Wheeljack: Oh yeah, go for it *passes cyg* Chaoit:  Q factory - final reckoning extended Chaoit: That one? Prowl: Not until this one's over. chronosmith: Whirl: Euugh. You live to make me suffer. *hauls himself up and rubs the side of his helm* Seeya later, Airachnid. *bobs his helm to her* Prowl: We're not switching off Simple Man. smoketopus: /He's going to give it a whirl! It seems like something fun here/ Tarantulas: *nevermind tarantulas, he's wandered back down the hall from wherever he went, he's just going to sit and eavesdrop outside the door without looking in* Chaoit: Afterwards chronosmith: Whirl: *and trots over to conk Windchill affetctionately on the chest* And you too, loser. Chillsins: Owie! Chaoit: This band is good Prowl: *what's going over— oh for primussake* This is a hospital! You can't smoke in here! Chillsins: *Falls over DEAD* NoodlesAtNight: *Sits up a bit. Is annoyed that he has to sit up.* Prowl: Put that out or take it outdoors! chronosmith: Whirl: At last. The evil is defeated. Chillsins: *Conked out.* NoodlesAtNight: [[Put. It. Out.]] smoketopus: ... /Putting it in his mouth?/ Chillsins: *Coughs* chronosmith: ((can i shoot it out of his mouth)) Chaoit: ...ew Wheeljack: Hahahaha chronosmith: ((like a wild west movie)) NoodlesAtNight: ((if you don't soundwave will slap it away)) Prowl: ((... yes.)) Chillsins: He's beating me up... chronosmith: ((verdict, smokey?)) Wheeljack: *laughing* Chaoit: Smokescreen Chillsins: *Makes gross sobbing sounds from the floor, possibly agitated by smoke.* Chaoit: Seriously? chronosmith: *places one foot on Windchill triumphantly* Airachnid: Are you surprised? He's an idiot. Chillsins: *Twitches.* chronosmith: ...^ Whirl, not Pipes Chillsins: *Pipes can do it too he doesn't care.* Chillsins: *Just for the record.* Tarantulas: (( not the mech pipes wants to step on chronosmith: *Pipes is comfy where he is, but in the future.... WHO KNOWS. OH GOD MAU NO* Chillsins: *Whines like something not quite as dead as it pretends to be.* Chillsins: Somebody help. Chillsins: Call the police. Chillsins: There's been A MURDER. chronosmith: Whirl: The police won't help you. He's too busy listening to Lynryd Skynyrd. NoodlesAtNight: [[He sees no dead frames.]] Chillsins: I'm dead on the inside, okay? Where it counts. Chillsins: *Huffs.* Airachnid: two Smokescreens)) Chillsins: (( It's a miracle. )) chronosmith: ((THEY'RE MULTIPLYING)) smoketopus: ((asdfgh my wifi NoodlesAtNight: [[If that counted, the morgues would have been filled long ago.]] smoketopus: /Putting it in his mouth as in just sticking the whole cyg in there. That should put it out right/ Prowl: *the police is going to enjoy Simple Man and no footrest murders are going to stop him* Wheeljack: Smokes wtf Chillsins: It totally counts. Chillsins: Because...I said so. Wheeljack: Just give it back to me, ya don't have to eat it smoketopus: /Fiiine, spitting it out and giving it to Wheeljack/ Sorry about that. Chillsins: *Glares balefully at Whirl past his own boobs. You murderer.* Wheeljack: Ugh chronosmith: Whirl: Anyway, I'll leave them to pick up my messes for me. As usual. *steps over Windchill, by which I mean he totally steps on him to walk over him* NoodlesAtNight: *Supposes that counts as obeying the demand to put it out* chronosmith: Whirl: Catch ya later. Chillsins: *HONKS* NoodlesAtNight: [[Farewell, Whirl.]] smoketopus: ... Seriously, I can make it up to you if you want. chronosmith: (jskd I LAUGHED)) Wheeljack: *tries to clean it off* Prowl: *winces at the honk* Chillsins: *Lifts an arm to wave goodbye.* Chillsins: Bye, you murderer. Sleep soundly. smoketopus: Bye mech! chronosmith: *also winces, a little, but this is followed by a short, barking laugh* NoodlesAtNight: *Hums a little louder to soothe the honk away. He's very tempted to shoo them all out right now.* chronosmith: Whirl: I intend to. *bobs his head at Soundwave and trots off* NoodlesAtNight: [[A good selection, Blaster. Thank you.]] chronosmith: *and gives the room one last wave* Chillsins: *Lies there, dead.* Chillsins: *OR IS HE?* chronosmith: Pipes: It's very interesting! Chillsins: Tunes like these demand...more bicycling. smoketopus: I didn't even know cygs were a deal in a hospital, though. Weird! Chaoit: Welcome Tarantulas: *hopefully the attention deflectors are working right now. pls let no one see him sittin there sulking when they leave* Chillsins: *Lift up him legg and booty and start cycling through the air.* Airachnid: It's a hospital, a place where mecha with issues come to heal, not get a face full of smoke. Prowl: *that's because you're a COMPLETE MORON no no no prowl no don't say anything don't draw any more attention to yourself...* Airachnid: Which can cause problems with mecha if they have issues with their vents. Chillsins: *Unstoppable.* Airachnid: You dense idiot. Chaoit: .... smoketopus: I wasn't smoking in anyone's face- but yeah I guess I'm an idiot or whatever. Thank you so much. Chillsins: Everyone here is so mean. chronosmith: Pipes: *watches Windchill, amused* Getting some Jazzercise in? Airachnid: No problem. Airachnid: : 3c Chillsins: *Huffs and puffs and pedals faster.* Chillsins: I don't know what you mean. Chillsins: *He does.* Chillsins: I have to meet my daily annoyance quota. chronosmith: Pipes: *he's gonna take you at face value* You've never seen Jazzercise? You should. I bet you'd get a kick out of it. Tarantulas: (( sdgfsdg im trying to think of a song for tara to ping soundwave but all i can think of is "jesse's girl" NoodlesAtNight: ((DO IT)) chronosmith: ((do another cik springfield song)) Prowl: ((LMAO)) Airachnid: [also, she didn't go through vorns of medical school for fun] Chaoit: ((do it chronosmith: ((HUMAN TOUCH)) Chillsins: Not really. NoodlesAtNight: *Stop saying Jazz's name in things. You're making his audials itch.* Chillsins: I've heard of it but always been too scared to investigate further. Chillsins: It sounds like an abomination. smoketopus: Yeah, Spidey. You really help SO much. I don't know what I'd do without you. ... Wheeljack, you got anything else that works like cygs that don't make smoke or anything? chronosmith: Pipes: I can send you some files, if you want. I've got tapes. NoodlesAtNight: @Prowl: (txt) Soundwave, busy thinking. Multiple compliments, personal statements received. Circumstances: irrelevant; effects: static. Return deserved. Chillsins: *Appears to think about this.* Chillsins: Okay. Prowl: @Soundwave «... Compliments?» *okay, he was expecting Soundwave to pay him back for blackmailable materials, but—compliments?* chronosmith: Pipes: Or, I could swing by again. You showed me a movie last time, I can return the favor. *pauses* ...d'you think any of your friends would want to check it out? Chillsins: *He can just google it, but if Pipes is offering misery on a platter, he'll take it.* NoodlesAtNight: *No, no. That is, yes, but... this first. He's in the mood to do it.* chronosmith: *o ye of little faith. Pipes is going to get you the Greatest Jazzercise* Chillsins: My cave troll friends? Chillsins: *He's scared already.* NoodlesAtNight: ((beware incoming wall)) chronosmith: Yeah! Chillsins: *Listen, he couldn't handle Sesame Street because the puppets were too scary.* NoodlesAtNight: @Prowl: (txt) Dorsal armor protects well. Admired: perseverance despite unreasonable opposition, calculation, logic, foresight, protectiveness. Legs: sturdy, strong; comfortable wrap predicted. Musical tastes known, liked. Nose, chin block, helm construction enhance faceplate angles. Humor: sharp, enjoyable. Many pleasing frame corners, ridges, crevices, grips. Suspected transfer, processing speeds appeal. Knowledge demonstration, lectures: entertaining. Solid hand shape, satisfying fit. NoodlesAtNight: *Soundwave is quietly thankful Prowl’s never thought to sharpen the ends. He already wants them everywhere as it is. Claws would be the end of him.* NoodlesAtNight: Current return: complete. Chillsins: * This might well be the death of him.* NoodlesAtNight: *And with that said, he'll sink in a little more and enjoy the music* chronosmith: *Pipes: Herald of the End* chronosmith: *and also Seducer of Aliens* Chillsins: ...Maybe some of them. Chillsins: Maybe one. Prowl: *freezes in surprise* Prowl: *vague undignified noise* NoodlesAtNight: *Little trembles.* Chillsins: (( All I could think of was G1 Prowl's Dull Surprise I'm sorry. )) chronosmith: No pressure, of course, but hey, the more the merrier. Prowl: ((that's probably what prowl's Surprised Face looks like)) Prowl: *give him a minute, he's got to figure out how vocabulary works again* Chillsins: *Slowly cycles to a stop.* Chillsins: I can ask. smoketopus: Actually, Wheeljack- you still up for smoking maybe outside? Would you be up for that at all or nah? Wheeljack: Sure Wheeljack: Not toasted enough chronosmith: *streetches* All right... for now, I'm heading out. Lemme know, Windchill, and take care of yourself! Prowl: *ping. gratitude tag.* chronosmith: See you guys later. And, glad you're feeling better, Prowl. NoodlesAtNight: [[Goodbye, Pipes. Be well.]] smoketopus: Toasted? I'd hope not... But I definitely want to be able to relax some. Slag hasn't been fun. Airachnid: I better be leaving as well. I have work to do. Chillsins: *Nods, and waves bye bye.* NoodlesAtNight: *Nods to Airachnid* Prowl: *he heard his name. it takes him a few seconds to translate the message. jerky nod. he's a tad distracted.* smoketopus: Have fun Spiderscream chronosmith: You too, Soundwave! Say hi to Rumble for me! NoodlesAtNight: [[He will.]] chronosmith: And tell Frenzy I said: Love safari. NoodlesAtNight: [[...Very well.]] Airachnid: [nods back before slipping out, ignoring Smokescreen] NoodlesAtNight: @Prowl: (txt): Tag acknowledged. NoodlesAtNight: *p l e a s e d* chronosmith: *eeeexcellent. And with that, he scuttles out* Prowl: *quietly snakes a hand around Soundwave's arm* Prowl: CardinalKO: *rolls in prone position on leg and back wheels* NoodlesAtNight: *What I just wrote, but in capital letters this time.* Prowl: ((... i have no idea who the new Guest is)) NoodlesAtNight: [[...You are late, Knock Out.]] smoketopus: Knocktopus! smoketopus: You missed the whole movie! CardinalKO: Oh, blast. Chillsins: *Lays on the floor, collecting germs.* CardinalKO: *yes lets be germ buddies* smoketopus: You didn't miss me, though, for all that's worth. Chillsins: *Don't worry, it happened to him too, near abouts.* CardinalKO: Well, it's worth more than nothing, at least. smoketopus: I'm glad you think that! CardinalKO: It's my arbitrary birthday. Or at least, it was last week but I forgot until today. smoketopus: !!! BIRTHDAY! smoketopus: I GOTTA MAKE YOU A BIRTHDAY CAKE AND CARD AND AND- You wanna come over for a night sometime? Chillsins: *Huffs and grunts, it 's nearing time for him to head home. BUT NOT JUST YET.* CardinalKO: Ooo, that sounds delightful! CardinalKO: *will slowly rolls over to germbuddy* Chillsins: *He's basically just furniture so far as most are concerned anyway, maybe they'll forget he's there.* Chillsins: *Who knows what awful things he will see from this vantage point.* smoketopus: Really? Haha- I look forward to making you that cake! CardinalKO: I'd ask how the weather is down here, but I'm here too. Chillsins: *It's the perfect plan.* CardinalKO: I'm looking forward to it too, and thank you Trogdor. CardinalKO: I still don't entirely understand why I get loot for existing, but I welcome it wholeheartedly. smoketopus: Because we're celebrating your existence 'cause we love you! Chillsins: *Peers at the late arrival from the corner of his optics.* CardinalKO: *friendly germ bump* Chillsins: *OINKS* CardinalKO: !!!! CardinalKO: Trogdor, have I ever told you that you remind me of the Steven Universe human? CardinalKO: *tentative second germ bump* smoketopus: ... Steven? Really? Chillsins: *Grunts like a piggy.* Prowl: *hmm. another good guitar solo* Chillsins: *He's not moving, this is HIS germ farm. You can have it over his cold, dead body.* Chillsins: *Never mind that he's been claiming to be dead for the past half hour at least.* NoodlesAtNight: *Well, if there's just a dead guy and two others here, that's the three rule. So that loop through the elbow gets an overlap by way of feeler.* smoketopus: I'm gonna go 'cause I feel like scrap and I've got things to do but- Knocktopus, sit up so I can kiss your tires. NoodlesAtNight: [[You three will have to vacate shortly. He will need time to rearrange these chairs.]] smoketopus: You need any help, Soundwave? Chillsins: *Pretends to be dead.* Chillsins: Okay. NoodlesAtNight: [[No. He fixes more than this on weekends.]] Chaoit: -looks like his break's over then- Prowl: *his grip tightens slightly when smokescreen suggests staying longer.* NoodlesAtNight: *Don't worry. He's got it.* Wheeljack: What Chaoit: -stretches- smoketopus: Fair enough! I feel kinda bad for causing trouble, though. Any way I can help? NoodlesAtNight: [[Blaster... consider finding your way to his planet next time you need a vacation. He would be interested in hearing what else you recommend musically.]] Chaoit: Heh. NoodlesAtNight: [[No. No help.]] Chillsins: *Rolls onto his front. Step one complete.* CardinalKO: Yes, you do remind me of Steven. Chaoit: Next time I get a break that last longer than a few hours, I'll come by smoketopus: Oh. Okay... You want some energon goodies? I've got some, I think. CardinalKO: *sits up for tire kisses* smoketopus: /Going to give Knock Out's tires some kisses! For good luck!/ NoodlesAtNight: [[No, Smokescreen. He does not want anything from you. If you wish to make up for causing trouble, excuse yourself quietly and cause less in the future.]] NoodlesAtNight: *Nods to Blaster. Good.* Chillsins: *Makes some extra gross crying sounds since the floor is there to muffle it for effect.* CardinalKO: *will give him a cheek kiss* smoketopus: Will do- I didn't cause too much trouble today, did I? Wheeljack: Kid NoodlesAtNight: *Glances down at Windchill* Chillsins: *Lies there like a toddler exhausted after a tantrum.* NoodlesAtNight: [[Someone fetch a mortician. This dead frame is beyond even his own strength to lift.]] CardinalKO: Well, I'll take my leave. smoketopus: Nightnight, Knocktopus! Chillsins: *He will not be moved by pleas or threats.* CardinalKO: One of these days I'll make it in time for the movie. Chaoit: -and up he gets, going home now- Prowl: *dryly* At least we're already in a hospital. CardinalKO: *concerned stare at pig-bot* NoodlesAtNight: *Amused bob* Chaoit: -and nearly trips at the joke- NoodlesAtNight: [[They may wish to do an autopsy. He is not from here, after all. Much to learn.]] Chillsins: *Sits up suddenly, looking much refreshed despite having his dinner cut short by a straw thief.* CardinalKO: That means the "no weapons" rule doesn't apply right? *smiles* NoodlesAtNight: [[Look at that, good doctor. A miracle. Fine work.]] smoketopus: 😮 The dead rising? Isn't that kinda a bad sign, though? CardinalKO: Amazing! Chillsins: If you do an autopsy you might even figure out how to make new Cybertronians. NoodlesAtNight: [[Yes. You should be the first to flee.]] Chillsins: Since that's such a big deal with you lot. Chillsins: Unfortunately for you, I am no longer completely dead. CardinalKO: *chuckles* Good night, good night. Chillsins: Only mostly dead. smoketopus: ... Wouldn't you be? I'm not exactly afraid of dark energon or whatever. NoodlesAtNight: *Primus give him patience beyond his usual reserves. He's about to bridge Smokescreen out himself.* Prowl: *please.* Chaoit: Heeey, Smokescreen NoodlesAtNight: [[Then you are an even bigger idiot than most people suspect. Now. You have a departure to make.]] Chaoit: I think it's time we left Chaoit: Soundwave does have to clean up Chillsins: *Makes it to his feet.* Chaoit: And would probably do a better job if we weren't in the way NoodlesAtNight: *Silently adds a few points to Blaster's column in his mind* NoodlesAtNight: *Feels dirty doing that, but it is what it is* smoketopus: I'm not an idiot- ugh. Whatever- I've got other things to do. Have a good night, Soundwave. Chillsins: *Flees at an ambling pace before he can be autopsied and his robo-uterus reverse engineered to build armies of babies or whatever.* NoodlesAtNight: *A good idea, given the identity of his other ally.* Chillsins: *A good idea only means he walks slower. He is all about BAD ideas.* NoodlesAtNight: *A bad idea would be to walk so slowly he delivers a cattle prod shock to speed it up* Chillsins: *He's used to people electrocuting his butt at this point, thanks. Happens all the time. He screams.* Chaoit: -annnd he's off to finish work in his own timeline- G'night! Chillsins: *They laugh. Apparently causing him harm is funny no matter where he goes.* NoodlesAtNight: ((I didn't actually shock him 😨 )) Chaoit: ((this was fun. Thanks! Annnnd g'night NoodlesAtNight: ((night!)) Chillsins: (( I know I'm just narrating. IT DOES... HAPPEN QUITE A LOT. )) Chillsins: (( So 'he screams' means 'when that happens, he screams' )) NoodlesAtNight: ((oh!)) Wheeljack: That song was sexy too Chillsins: Bye, suckerrrrrrrs. NoodlesAtNight: [[Goodbye.]] Chillsins: *He vanishes into the night.* NoodlesAtNight: [[And you? Have you no beehive to tend?]] Wheeljack: GHahahahaha Wheeljack: You know I do NoodlesAtNight: [[Then go do so.]] Wheeljack: Make me Prowl: Shall you or shall I? NoodlesAtNight: *Looks to Prowl and motions with one hand, curious.* Prowl: *quietly opens a bridge under his feet* Wheeljack: *oop* NoodlesAtNight: ((omfg)) Prowl: *Prowl actually has no idea where Wheeljack lives. He just dropped him on the polar opposite side of Cybertron.* NoodlesAtNight: *Stares where WJ was for a moment. Stares for another moment. Then twists and stares at Prowl. And THEN, finally, gives his shoulder such a headbump.* Prowl: *shoulders tremble slightly. returns the bump.* NoodlesAtNight: (txt): Deep, deep gratitude. Prowl: I have to fight the urge to do that every time he opens his mouth. NoodlesAtNight: (txt): Urge fought every -vent-. Prowl: *snorts* NoodlesAtNight: *curious tilt* (txt): Fan activation noticed. Band: Lynyrd Skynyrd, pleasing? Prowl: ... Thhhe guitar solo and the company. NoodlesAtNight: *Smaller bump. He heard that second part.* (txt): Interested continuation: Why solo? Prowl: ... I like it. Prowl: ...... Might have interfaced to it once. Prowl: Liked it before then. Prowl: ... Wouldn't mind a repeat. NoodlesAtNight: (txt): Repeat play, repeat interface accompaniment? Unclear. Prowl: Well. Both, but I meant the latter. NoodlesAtNight: (txt): Accepted. Will play now. If interface allowed in future, will utilize then. Prowl: ... How good are you at predicting how soon you'll overload? NoodlesAtNight: *What an odd question. Prowl has his attention. He taps the side of his helm with his free arm. Mm, there's the solo again.* NoodlesAtNight: (txt): Own mind, frame known well. Accurate timing. Prowl: Mm. This is a good song to use to try to synchronize overloads. There's sort of a, er—climax to the song, near the end. NoodlesAtNight: (txt): Challenge proposed? {humor} Prowl: Well, maybe not on our first try, but. *sheurmiours* NoodlesAtNight: *Small lighting boost. "First try" implies multiple tries. His brain's just got all kinds of places.* NoodlesAtNight: gone* Prowl: *well they're not going to interface ONCE, are they? given, this is all still hypothetical, but. Prowl should hope they're compatible enough for more than just one interface session.* NoodlesAtNight: *He hopes so. He'd rather this didn't turn out to be something along the lines of "and now I've done this and I'm no longer interested".* NoodlesAtNight: @Prowl: (txt): Accepted. Other games also liked, would play. NoodlesAtNight: @Prowl: (txt) Perhaps after Prowl frame learned. Study material appreciated if delivered. Until then, rest needed? Prowl: *sigh* Unfortunately, yes. NoodlesAtNight: *Nods. Uses arm grip to pull Prowl into getting a very, very light nuzzle to the chin.* NoodlesAtNight: (txt): Other meetings enjoyed later. Will escort again. Come. Prowl: *very, very lightly nuzzles back* Prowl: Very well. *reluctantly draws back and stands* NoodlesAtNight: *Joins, just as reluctantly. Some day...* NoodlesAtNight: *And he'll do just that once Prowl gets hopping* Prowl: *back to the hospital room*

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Making a Video Game Hero: Action-Adventure Edition

April 24, 2020 12:00 PM EST

In our newest ongoing feature series, we’re putting together the ultimate video game hero for the action-adventure game of our dreams.

Nathan Drake. Aloy. Ezio Auditore da Firenze. Sam Porter Bridges. The list of great characters in action-adventure video games is long and vast. Each and every one of them possesses their own unique skill set that makes them the best of the best. But what if you were some kind of video game version of Dr. Frankenstein and wanted to build the best possible hero for the action-adventure genre? Who would you pick? What traits would you value the most? Who has the best abs?

Below, we’ve answered all those and more to make the ultimate action-adventure video game character. Of course, a list like this is highly subjective. So if you have other ideas, be sure to let us know in the comments. We’re also only putting one character per franchise on this list to ensure it’s not just all Yakuza’s Kiryu and Majima. Enough preamble. Let’s sharpen that bone saw and flip on the high-voltage electricity!

Brain: Batman (Arkham series) Runners’ Up: Aloy (Horizon Zero Dawn) and Sam Fisher (Splinter Cell series)

There are several different directions we could go in for this one. Do you take the exact genetic copy of one of the smartest women in the world? What about the mind of a super spy who’s lived through countless battlefields? Both are great options, and we’re sure you could think of a few others. However, there’s one super-genius that takes the cake.

Listen, Batman with prep is a dumb meme at this point, but the reasoning is sound. There is no other fictional character whose battle-hardened brain is more capable of getting through any situation than Bruce Wayne. No matter what the villains throw at our hero, the brain of the world’s greatest detective will give them the upper hand.

Eyes: Agent 47 (Hitman series) Runners’ Up: Geralt of Rivia (The Witcher series) and Ellie (The Last of Us)

As with most of these body parts, there are tons of options. Ellie from The Last of Us is particularly intriguing. She’s grown up in the middle of a zombie apocalypse and seen terrible things most of us can’t even dream of. If we went through that, we’d be a sobbing heap of a human, shoveling down Ben & Jerry’s and watching Barney re-runs just to get the memories to go away. But Ellie stands up to that adversity, looks it right in the eye, and refuses to back down.

But we want something a little more useful as a gameplay mechanic. The first idea that comes to our mind is Geralt of Rivia’s Witcher-enhanced cat-like eyes. His superpowered suite of abilities has given him night vision eyes, something that comes in handy, but isn’t as all-encompassing as other options. Instead, we’re going with Agent 47’s peepers.

The star of the Hitman series has the ability to instinctively “see” everything around him in ways that normal humans never could. Heck, the guy can “see” patrolling bad guys through walls! You don’t get much more useful eyeballs than that. Plus, that steely gaze will come in handy when you’re staring down the final boss.

Mouth: Ezio Auditore da Firenze (Assassin’s Creed series) Runners’ Up: Solid Snake (Metal Gear Solid series) and Nathan Drake (Uncharted series)

Okay, so we have a genius brain and a superpowered set of eyes. Now, all we need to finish off our creation’s head is a silver-tongue. At first, we were leaning toward the gruff voice of one Solid Snake. After all, his grizzled dialog is equal parts intimidating and hilarious. The man really has a knack for delivering over-the-top quips at exactly the wrong time.

However, while his voice undoubtedly sounds great, he lacks that charm we’re looking for in our leading role. Nathan Drake of Uncharted fame more than fits that bill, but even he can’t hold a candle to the suavest man in video games.

Let’s be honest, there isn’t a sexier accent on the planet than Italian. It’s not called the language of love without a reason. And, while Ezio Auditore is certainly one of the best assassins to ever grace the digital world, it’s that Italian charm that’s turned him into a fan favorite. All the other candidates’ hopes will just have to requiescat in pace.

Torso: Kiryu Kazuma (Yakuza series) Runners’ Up: Kratos (God of War series) and The Boss (Saints Row series)

Let’s talk about The Boss first. They have the willingness to endure as many surgeries as needed to make their body look however we need it to. Whether we need to be the most jacked woman alive or a beanpole of a man, The Boss is ready and willing to visit the local plastic surgeon and make it happen. Their dedication to our cause is certainly admirable, but we want something that’s stood the test of time. And there are no better options than the two best dads in gaming.

Listen, dad bods are hot right now, and there are none hotter than Kiryu and Kratos. Look at those glistening abs. Marvel at those pumped-up pecs. Watch the sweat sparkle on their massive shoulders. These guys know a thing or two about weight training and proper nutrition. We’d bet dollars to donuts that neither of these guys has even eaten a donut before. However, Kratos is a demigod, Kiryu is just a 50-year-old dude. An incredibly ripped 50-year-old dude with a sick tattoo and deadly fighting skills, but just a dude nonetheless. Thus, we’re giving him the nod for the sheer willpower it must take to stay that in shape as a “regular” human.

Left Arm: Link (The Legend of Zelda series) Runners’ Up: Nero (Devil May Cry series) and Spider-Man (Marvel’s Spider-Man)

We’ll be honest, this one was probably the hardest to come up with for runners’ up. Sure, Spider-Man could take the spot and give us the power to web-sling around the gigantic open-world map our game would be set inside. He might not canonically be left-handed, but he does have those web-shooters on both arms. That said, we want a true southpaw for this list.

Nero is another potential option given his sword prowess with that arm. However, his right arm is the one that held the Devil Bringer, making us wonder if he’s a true lefty. Instead, we’ve gone with the hero of Hyrule himself.

Before Skyward Sword went and ruined everything in the name of making Link’s movement feel good for the general public, the hero had always been left-handed. Nintendo decided to keep the travesty going with Breath of the Wild, but true lefties know that Link is one of them. It only feels right to have one of gaming’s best southpaws grafted onto our inhuman monster of a character. Nintendo may have forgotten about you, but we haven’t.

Right Arm: Chris Redfield (Resident Evil 5, mostly) Runners’ Up: Marcus Holloway (Watch Dogs 2) and Samus Aran (Metroid Prime series)

Since we have an expert swordsman’s left arm, we can get a little more creative with our right. Samus presents an interesting option. After all, her right arm is a freaking laser cannon with several options for alternative fire modes. It’s tough to think of anything more rad than that. Marcus Holloway is a bit of an out-there selection, but his hacking ability would certainly come in handy in a pinch.

That said, there’s really only one option. We could go on and on about why we’re selecting Chris Redfield’s rippling right arm for this slot, but instead, we’ll just show you. Watch this man punch a boulder and tell us there’s another choice. You can’t.

Legs: The Prince (Prince of Persia series) Runners’ Up: Sam Porter Bridges (Death Stranding) and Ryu Hayabusa (Ninja Gaiden Black)

If we’re talking about sheer power output, it’s hard to argue with those bodacious thighs that Sam Porter Bridges built up delivering packages across America. Seriously, go strap 200+ plus pounds of freight to your back and walk around the neighborhood. His quads have to be powerlifter strong. How much do you think Sam squats? It has to be north of a thousand pounds.

If we were looking to be a little more nimble, you’d love to have legs like Ryu Hayabusa. The way he effortlessly bounds around an environment on his way to cutting up baddies with his katana is something to be jealous of. However, what neither of these characters has is the ability to control time and space.

Enter The Prince. Not only is he an expert in parkour, but, if he does screw up his fancy movement, he can just rewind time. That’s an invaluable addition that we just can’t pass up. Some might argue that it’s actually his dagger that controls time. While those people would be correct, the dagger is on a belt that sits on The Prince’s hips, which are basically his legs. So, in this court of law, it counts.

Hair: Bayonetta (Bayonetta series) Runner Up: John Marston (Red Dead Redemption)

Likely the easiest selection of the whole list, but let’s pretend for a second that anyone else had a chance. John Marston has one of the manliest beards in video gaming. Those bear claw scars scream “I’m grizzled, don’t mess with me”. And, while his head hair is grossly stringy, it definitely gives him a further air of someone who you don’t want to cross. Unfortunately, he can’t use said hair to fight off the bad men.

There are a few video characters who can fight with their hair, but none of them have the pizzaz that Bayonetta does. Her Wicked Weave techniques are as stylish as they are deadly, making her hair the perfect thing to (quite literally) cap off our creation.

That is quite the hero, if we do say so ourselves. Of course, you might disagree. If you do, feel free to give us your creation in the comments below. It was tough to leave off people like Lara Croft or Corvo, but we had to stop somewhere. And, if you liked this list, be sure to check back later as we’re planning to put out one of these for several other genres in the near future.

April 24, 2020 12:00 PM EST

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