#psychic had nothing. thanks to dd he has everything now. and he doesn’t want to tip the scales
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idk how to explain this but psychic gives me toxic chill male bsf vibes
#fnf psychic#friday night funkin#analysis#<- tentative tag lmao#whenever the dearests and bf are arguing he’s like ohmygodddd can we all just like…chILL#he doesn’t want to address the underlying causes of gf’s differences with her father.#he just wants things to smooth over and go back to normal bc to him that WAS the healthiest happiest time.#he’s aware that things have never really been right but he doesn’t know how to fix it when things have gotten so fragile#it’s like glass to him.#he wants a safe target for his frustration and resentment that’s been building up#so he takes it out on bf. not by actively confronting him or anything; he just quietly seethes while keeping up the facade of someone who—#—doesn’t care#he has strong opinions but only expresses them when he cares enough; when he feels like it’ll actually make a difference#which ends up being almost never BECAUSE he doesn’t bother to speak up when he could have#it’s like forced positivity but instead it’s just…forced normalcy. forced permanence.#he’s scared of things changing bc to him it can only ever get worse#psychic had nothing. thanks to dd he has everything now. and he doesn’t want to tip the scales#the uncertainty of how things will turn out must be reminiscent of hell to him. the way I see it at least#I assume he always had to anticipate death and be ready to go out fighting if he couldn’t claw his way to safety#and when dd showed up and helped him escape that changed his outward perception of the world#but deep down inside he’s still got the same mindset. it’s this or nothing. it’s the steady life he’s built with the dearests or it’s hell#and bf threatens that in a way psychic never could have foreseen bc of the way he’s grown up; the mindsets that have become facts of life#and that’s why psychic hates bf so much but he’s so Chill about it. he Doesn’t Care. and he doesn’t know this but that’s not helping#he’s gf’s toxic chill male bsf#i dunno man it’s 5 in the morning and I’ve just had sehri. im going to bed
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VD: 😮 see, when my viewers told me there was a new chat o=
VD: 😮 i was hoping it was a live one! o= VD: 😮 or at least there'd be a little spark of life! but this is just so awfully dead o=
VD: 😮 dead BORING o=
VD: 😮 ... o= VD: 😮 i claim this chat in the name of CHANNEL 87! 😮 => u <=
VD: 😮 oh, what the FUCK o= VD: 😮 it's ruining my quirk! o=
SA: you can't claim it.
ID: ahahah wooowww.
VD: 😮 well, gosh, i guess not if it's got people in it! o:
VD: o: pretend you didn't see that! we're having some TECHNICAL QUIRK DIFFICULTIES right now 😮
VD: o= ugh!!! 😮
II: Haha, oh my
II: Well, I'm not quite _here_ since I'm technically at a lecture, but this speaker is dreadfully boring
II: You would think someone who specialized in colonization and diplomacy law would be a fascinating sort of person!
DD: omgggggggggggggg i would be okay with vd claiming this chatroom!!! DD: it would make it about fifty times cooler than before!!! i mean not that its not cool now just that shes definitely cooler and it would be an improvement
II: But they're hideously dull.
ID: nah ii, that sounds hella boring.
DD: i am seconding id!
SA: just quit using the colon with the o.
II: I was hoping they would have interesting stories about aliens, or exploration!
SA: you will look far less suprised.
II: All they have done is drone about minor policy details, which are relevant I suppose but nothing I could not simply read about myself.
DD: well if they are boring details i suspect they figured you wouldnt be especially inclined to read about them yourself so they should say them to you instead so you cant escape!
DD: unless you escape by ignoring them and chatting online instead i suppose but there is no helping some circumstances
II: I always read my briefings.
II: No matter how dull.
II: But going to a lecture is different, I expect some sort of personal flair.
DD: im sure you do but does everyone
DD: its a lecture isnt it i dont suppose youre the only one in there
VD: gosh, sa, that's about what i'm ready to do. VD: it's a shame! that quirk is my THING. VD: but oh well! VD: gotta adapt to the medium!
ID: some trolls just love the sound of their own voice. doesn't mean they're interesting.
SA: 😮
DD: nooooooooo vd 😢
II: Haha, hardly. I am mostly surrounded by teals and a few bluebloods.
SA: i suppose there is no beating it.
DD: rip the quirk
II: But none of them look particularly thrilled either, except those who I suspect are trying to curry favor.
II: And they look rather glassy.
ID: big fish little pond huh ii?
VD: ii, this may be a pretty wild suggestion, so hold onto your pants, but. VD: have you thought about escaping out the window?
SA: some trolls simply sound monotonous but they say very important things.
SA: like me
SA: full stop.
ID: hahaha yeah ii, just dive out the fucking window.
II: Sadly there are no windows in this conference room.
II: Otherwise it would have occurred to me.
VD: and don't cry, dd! the quirk SURVIVES. online, that is! on my stream. VD: winky face!
SA: that is. not at all subtle.
DD: well then take a vent DD: or a ceiling panel!
SA: are you streaming this chat?
ID: fake your death ii. it's the only way.
VD: aww. crawl out under the tables to freedom!
II: I...strongly doubt I would fit through one of those.
II: Or manage to go under the tables, haha.
II: ...though faking my death _is_ sounding appealing.
II: Or at least faking being unconscious.
ID: faking your death is fool-proof.
DD: and ahaha omg DD: im sorry! DD: i was trying not to make it weird but yes oh dear i love your stream very much and i would just like to say that im very pleased that STARship helps make it possible!!
VD: what? no! chats are boring! VD: technically, i might be streaming just a LITTLE. VD: but don't worry, this is not exactly the sort of hard-hitting content that gets my viewers going!
SA: I.
VD: unless ii fakes their death!
ID: you either succeed or they find out you're faking and cull you for realsies.
SA: well, I'm done here for an hour or so.
II: Well if I do, I shall be sure to film it for you.
II: I am nothing if not considerate.
VD: awww. you're a real doll!
II: Haha
DD: ... also maybe if youre ever interested in upgrading well be releasing a new system for synthetic neural synapse that helps streamline wetware-hardware connection and im sure you dont ever have lag but if you do i mean
II: Oh, are you a tech expert, DD?
II: How charming!
DD: i!!! DD: kind of!!
DD: you could say that!
DD: STARship is my company!!
DD: co-company??
VD: ... as is dd! VD: STARSHIP is the big hit that makes it all possible, it is true. VD: why, without them, where would we be? filming with cameras, like a bunch of cocoon-wetting pupas? =:B VD: nah!
VD: oh!
ID: oh god is this just a chat of highblood nerds now.
II: Yes, we have invaded
II: Terribly sorry
DD: well its not when youre here!
DD: 😄
VD: yes, exactly! VD: you are saving us all, id, you valiant hero, you.
DD: wait that sounded like i dont want you here and that is the opposite of what i intended
DD: yes what vd said
ID: uh-huh. totes got my feels injured by that declaration dd, but i guess you patched them.
II: Hahaha
DD: though really its not as though ive gone on at particular length about my work at anybody as of yet i mean i would like to think i am more considerate than that to both those unfamiliar with my jargon and also to my patent legislacerators
II: You don't deal with lowbloods much, do you, DD?
II: Many of the ones I know are not exactly fragile
ID: no ii, i'm suuuppperrrr fragile.
II: Hah!
ID: got a broke ass arm to prove it. =:'(
II: And I'm the governor of Provenance.
DD: i mean not really aside from the lovely members of station 11 that are helping me test my latest prototypes but also i didnt say that because he is a lowblood i said it because i was afraid i hurt his feelings
DD: though there are many physiological and psychic differences between highbloods and lowbloods it is a common misconception that they extend to the psychological! DD: for the most part anyways i mean there are some differences but
VD: i would love to take you up on your sweet offer, dd - mx dd - but i am just not sure i need it! VD: my visual hookup is state of the line. top of the rack! VD: and besides, i think i would miss all of my modifications. =:B can't get THOSE storebought!
DD: what i am saying is that i think that would have been a jerk thing to say to anybody!
DD: if i had meant it the wrong way i mean
ID: what i'm getting from this is that dd is a jerk.
DD: and oh of course i mean i know it is state of the line i am afraid i just got overexcited and-
DD: no i am not!!
II: Ah, I think I would call them...inexperienced?
DD: at least i am not trying to be 😦
II: In some social aspects.
ID: accidentally a jerk.
II: I don't think you are, DD.
DD: what did i do that was jerkish?
VD: hahaha. oh, gosh.
II: It's just plain you haven't dealt with lower castes much.
VD: y'all talk really fast, don't you?
ID: yeah we're hella touchy about you highbloods bringing up our differences. =:'(
DD: i have been told i talk very quickly and at great length my apologies if it is excessive
II: Hahaha
ID: and also apparently being used as guinea pigs for you.
II: Well, that is standard protocol I'm afraid.
VD: no, no, it is positively charming! VD: i just have got to stretch out all of my conversational muscles to keep up!
DD: and really?? DD: that has not been entirely my experience but also workplace sensitivity said that its good not to say all lowbloods are touchy or not touchy about everything in general because that is a bit of a stereotype regardless of which way you go!
DD: and oh dear now i am flustered
DD: thank you though!!!!
DD: that is very flattering
DD: and what do you mean guinea pigs?
DD: i do not eat lowbloods
VD: i.
ID: ....man.
II: ...do you eat guinea pigs, then?
ID: i mean, good on not fucking eating us.
ID: guinea pigs as in making us test your shit.
DD: i mean i have recently had pork yes!!
II: That...oh dear
II: That's not a guinea pig
DD: oh
DD: um!
II: That's just a regular oinkbeast.
ID: ahahah woowwww.
II: Guinea pigs are small and adorable and not really good for meat.
VD: oh, ii, don't drag the poor thing! VD: who hasn't looked at a little rodent and gone: well, shoot! that'd be delicious on a platter!
II: ...myself?
II: I say that mostly because they aren't really big enough to be a proper meal.
DD: i have to admit i am not certain what is common fare for eating when it comes to the landdwelling castes
ID: i mean where you find one guinea pig you'll find more.
DD: i have spent most of my time here thus far lamenting the profound lack of fish!!
ID: they travel together.
DD: i tried to get some sushi but i think the crab was fake
II: Gracious, DD, you almost make me want to take you for dinner somewhere, though surely that'd interfere with your work.
VD: oh, i don't know about that! VD: i got in a hive once that had a guinea pig just about the size of a house! VD: mean little critter, too. it nearly took a chunk out of my poor leg.
ID: 'got in a hive' sounds ominous af.
VD: i think everyone'd be better off if dd had gone and eaten that one. 😮 u o=
VD: oh, fiddlesticks.
DD: no thats fine i can work at any time but its not any time that i have the opportunity to make a new friend! DD: as long as you dont feed my guinea pig i suppose x))
II: Haha, I would never. Have you heard of Civitrecce, DD?
DD: oh no whats wrong???
DD: and no ii i am afraid i have not but i am also afraid i have not heard of most places that are not located underwater or in orbit!
VD: haha, it is only ominous if you want it ominous, id. VD: which is to say, i'd explain, but i'd hate to break the sense of suspense you're building here!
DD: except troll chicago but that was in a musical
DD: i am very in suspense!!
ID: i mean i'm just imagining you break in to hives for funsies.
II: Fair enough! It's my home city, though I am rarely there. It boasts many fine restaurants, including those tailored to the elite, so they have fine seafood.
VD: getting warmer, id! =0 u 0=
II: It also has a spaceport and land travel hub, so it has plenty of trains heading there.
VD: yessss, success!
DD: omg!! DD: in that case i would absolutely love to visit DD: you dont suppose they have any shops that sell nice moisturizer do they because i am coming to realize that this hotel does not come equipped with a salt bath and my gills are drying out and its becoming quite painful and DD: oh dear but thats me just being a complainer now!
DD: what did you do vd??
II: Oh, of course they do.
ID: hahah woow what did you expect being in the desert though dd?
II: ...I'm sorry, break into hives?
VD: 0= i got my quirk working again! =0 VD: 0= look at this, it is just like in the vids. =0
ID: text it vd breaks in to hives to murder for funsies.
DD: omggggggg i love it!
DD: and she doesnt MURDER anyone!!
DD: and i dont know ive never been to a desert!
VD: 0= what nooooo. 0= VD: 0= anyone can murder people! that's not impressive at all! =0
DD: expected it to be like the tropics!!
VD: 0= no one's going to watch that! =0
ID: so what do you do then.
DD: only the coolest stunts ever!!
II: Do you cause property damage and enter without the owners' consent.
VD: 0= hahaha, what is this, an ama? =0 VD: 0= because man, i love those. =0
ID: the fuck is an ama.
VD: 0= property damage is for wrigglers, ii! =0 VD: 0= the KEY to making it fun for the whole clade is breaking in without breaking anything, taking some stuff, and leaving before anyone can even grab their trident! =0
VD: 0= an ask me anything! 0=
VD: 0= where people.. well, gosh, ask you anything. =0
II: I see.
ID: ...so you stream breaking in and stealing from folks.
ID: highbloods.
II: _I_ do not condone this.
ID: 🙄
VD: 0= oh, don't worry, ii, i think you're pretty swell! 0=
DD: oh come on ii its not as though it really hurts anyone and besides if they didnt want their things stolen they should have installed better security systems!
SA: you sound like the sort of person that steals the remote control batteries and watches the hive dissolve into chaos.
VD: 0= and it's - yes, exactly! =0
DD: or worse ones i suppose since part of the fun is the challenge of a good security system
II: It is still illegal.
VD: 0= to both of those! =0
SA: "it's not like it really hurts anyone" "if they didn't want their things stolen they should have installed better security systems"
ID: highbloods pris.
SA: there is so many things. wrong. with that sentence.
VD: 0= i'm helping people improve themselves through a little TLC. 0= VD: 0= and by helping them put off doing their lethal bar paperwork! =0 VD: 0= it's a hard job, but gosh, someone's gotta do it. =0
II: The kind of logic used by all sorts of criminal rubbish.
SA: help me, Hadean.
VD: 0= it's not really a crime, if you think about it! =0 VD: 0= why, you could probably even say it's a public service! =0
II: It is _not_.
VD: 0= hahaha. i'm joking. =0 u 0= it's totally illegal. =0
ID: get 'em ii.
II: Yes it is and I find it particularly appalling that someone of your blood would do such a thing.
II: Shame on you for disgracing your caste.
ID: yeah vd you're setting a bad example for us lowbloods.
ID: ii if you ever catch me stealing it's because vd made it look cool.
II: Ha
II: _Clearly_ .
VD: 0= am i a disgrace, ii? =0 VD: 0= because 1m viewers per session says that an awful lot of people think i'm a shining example! 0=
II: This troll isn't a suitable role model for a blind grub.
ID: also quick fact is it stealing if you're looting a corpse.
VD: 0= i am not quite sure of what, though, now that i think about it. =0 VD: 0= gosh, i should do a poll. =0
II: Your viewers are likely average bored citizens - no, not technically.
VD: 0= ewww. don't touch corpses! =0
ID: great!
SA: no it's just grave defilement.
VD: 0= that's how you get hornrot, id! =0
II: I mean, to be fair, I'd consider it wasteful to not. Unless they have quadrants who would like the body or belongings back.
II: Then it would be disrespectful, but not illegal.
ID: if they're recently dead it's fineeee.
VD: 0= oh, yes. =0 VD: 0= breaking into hives is wrong, but touching dead bodies is perfectly fine. 0=
SA: i'm sorry, did you go looting corpses today?
VD: 0= ii, i think your morals are a little questionable! =0
VD: 0= i think you're setting a bad example here! =0
II: Morality isn't the problem here. It's the law.
ID: not today. but some times a troll has to find some quick cash!
ID: yeah vd.
ID: i'm immoral but i'm legal.
II: Morals don't enter it. Luckily, I really do not care what you think, since you are a criminal.
II: Moreover, a _stupid_ criminal who talks about their crimes in an Imperial server.
VD: 0= well, isn't that just a knife straight to my heart? 😢 =0
SA: please it's not as if the police will come hunt them down for blasting it in a defunct server.
SA: they are a high blood.
SA: who... actually cares.
ID: ^^^^
II: I don't care for their blood. I care for their blatant immaturity and defilement of the legal system.
II: They ought to be disciplined.
SA: as long as they're looking from a caste below them the police will turn a blind eye.
VD: 0= haha, yeah, i would not put it exactly like that, but. =0 VD: 0= close enough! =0
II: _I_ am not below them.
ID: so a firm slap on the wrist.
ID: aka what any highblood ever gets.
ID: unless they fucked with a higherblood.
II: I am two castes higher, and this is wrong.
SA: then call the police and we'll wait.
VD: =0 oh, don't worry, ii! =0 VD: =0 i said i'd never steal from your hive, because we were being downright frondly. =0 VD: =0 but let's be honest here! =0 VD: =0 i wouldn't steal from your hive because you're an awful stick in the mud, and i don't think anyone'll be quite impressed by your collection of troll twilight books! 0=
SA: 😮
VD: =0 u =
II: It's hardly that simple, as I'm sure you know, but I will certainly be filing this - haha, what. Oh that's amusing, considering I have no interest in that series and in fact recently derided it.
ID: also is attempted but not fully carried out murder a crime? just asking random questions i've always wondered with someone who knows law at hand.
SA: Hadean i am aggressively elbowing you in spirit.
II: Mm, technically, but it also depends on a lot of other legal codes.
VD: =0 it's only ever a crime if you get caught, id! =0 VD: =0 or if you stream it live, every night, at 6:00PM IST! =0
ID: i'm not murdering anyone pris, i'm just curious.
SA: "asking for a friend"
II: It varies by area and specific caste restriction, though I'm in favor of investigating as many attempted murders as possible.
ID: no, asking because i have a lot of free time on my hands to ask these questions!
SA: i hate you :l
II: Ignoring the small crimes usually leads to getting complacent toward the bigger ones.
ID: =:P
SA: 💚
ID: so chop the hand off the thief to send the murderers a warning kind of thing?
II: Pfft, how barbaric. Hardly.
ID: so like, then. what's the worst crimes a troll could commit?
II: Difficult question depending by what standards you're asking.
II: Castewise, the murder of a tyrian, though even that's a thorny issue given that the Condesce generally appreciates _fewer_ challengers, though there are exceptions for non-heir or heiress fuchsias.
VD: =0 oh, i know this one. 0= VD: =0 early culling a heiress! 0=
II: Please ignore VD, who is not a legal expert, and an idiot.
ID: shots fired.
VD: =0 so don't spear any princesses, id. 0= VD: =0 that's an awful big glitch to make. 0=
ID: i have yet to run in to any princesses but i'll keep it in mind.
II: But if we're talking more generally, destruction or alteration of Imperial property is a big one. That causes us a lot of issues every sweep. On a wider scale, sabotage of the fleet itself.
SA: oh i have.
SA: but they were already dead when I got there.
VD: =0 well, i say give ii all the attention they're so desperately craving. 0= VD: =0 after all, it'd be mean to steal their limelight! 0= VD: =0 even if they are droning like the speaker they were just complaining about. 0=
VD: =0 wow! 0= VD: =0 really? 0=
ID: oh i get elbowed over asking about murder, but you can talk about a dead princess?
II: I suppose it's easy to interpret my giving of facts as attention craving from the person who clearly rotates their life around that very thing.
SA: well, I wasn't involved in it.
ID: i wasn't involved in murder either but iiii still got elbowed.
SA: (also I was not serious)
SA: why would i casually asy.
SA: I found a dead heiress.
VD: =0 what? booooo. 0= VD: =0 i was excited to hear about a heiress! 0=
II: Even if you were, it's hardly my business. Fuchsia disputes are above my station.
ID: uh because you do cool shit?
II: Unless the culling was done by a lower caste.
SA: oh do you really think so?
VD: =0 there's a girl who streams and CLAIMS she's tyrian. 0= VD: =0 but i am pretty sure it's just make-up! 0=
ID: i mean dangerous but cool shit.
SA: claiming ones relation to a tyrian heiress is. unwise.
SA: 😊
II: There are violets who play at being tyrian, heaven knows why. Such a thing is not only dangerous but incredibly silly.
ID: no one here is destroying property or sabotaging the fleet ii.
ID: so what about crimes that you actually see?
SA: Oh, well, there goes my weekend plans.
SA: thank you, Hadean.
II: Haha
ID: =:P np, np.
VD: 0= gosh, id, way to be a regular buzzkill. 0= n =0
ID: that's me. head buzzkill.
II: Sometimes I deal with ones involving Imperial property, but often it's far more ordinary work. But I'm afraid we're breaking for snacks, so I'm going for a bit.
ID: well bye.
ID: snacks can be entertaining at least.
SA: ... breaking for snacls...
ID: highbloods need their snack breaks pris.
SA: oh. yes.
SA: silly. me.
ID: otherwise they get cranky! =:P
SA: 🍱
ID: careful you'll summon back the sushi-fish.
SA: DD?
ID: yeah.
AA: sushi what now. >:?
SA: 🌮
SA: there.
ID: dd wants sushi. despite being in the desert.
AA: that's a taco.
AA: >:[
ID: fuck now i want a taco.
SA: I know it's a taco, I'm correcting my sushi mistake
AA: go get a taco!!
AA: and o, o, ic.
SA: he's going to say something like
ID: tacos cost money. =:P
SA; i can't afford a taco
SA: yes.
ID: i'm sorry i'm poor pris!
SA: i could wire you money.
ID: nah i'll just whine at sips.
ID: (ps my hair is so fucking soft.)
SA: 🙄
SA: send selfie.
ID has sent sofuckingsoftman.png!
DD: omg are we sending selfies? ^_^ DD: im sorry i had to go for a little bit there was a tad bit of an explosion and i had to put out a fire DD: or well tell the bot to put out a fire!!
ID: gotta remember your fire safety dd.
SA: beautiful.
ID: also sure it can be selfie night.
DD: and oh dear your hair looks very lovely!
SA: how hard is it to ... not cause explosions.
DD: thought the horns are interesting ive never seen a floating one before is it mechanical?
ID: hahah no that's my horn.
DD: and surprisingly difficult in some circumstances! DD: i mean part of the testing process was to see if it would explode so
ID: allll keratin.
DD: test success!! DD: it just exploded more than i thought it would!
DD: and oh dear then how is it floating?
DD: and omg wait wait i want to send a selfie too then
DD: um! DD: oh no my hair is a mess um
ID: magic. and psi.
DD: one minute i need to find a comb!!
ID: mostly the psi.
SA: silly hadean.
SA: magic isn't real.
SA: clearly it's a collective hallucination.
ID: fuck you magic is real. =:P
SA: fuck you 😠
DD: fancy! that sounds like it takes up a lot of energy though i suppose horns are fairly small and if it is already attuned to you on account of it being your own growth... DD: anyways!! comb!
DD: brb ❤
SA: there they g.
SA: ...go
ID: that was a teasing fuck you. =:P
SA: i would never say fuck you and mean it 😇
IJ: Nobo>y better be breaking the law in here.
AA: dnw, prni's emojis arne as genuine as yrn floating horn. >:}
ID: oh my god my horn is realsies.
VD: =0 oh my god, what is this? 0= VD: =0 legislacerator central? 0=
SA: what are you going to do, copper.
II: Oh, are we doing selfies -
II: I'm working on that, Halvea
ID: it's selfies night in here.
ID: dd is off primping for it.
VD: =0 oh! 0=
IJ: It is something, alright. Selfies? Is that it? Hmm.
VD: =0 brb, i'm going to get my mirror! 0=
II: haha, I'm afraid I only have an old one. I rarely do selfies.
SA: it's very easy.
SA: you take your phone.
ID: oh my god highbloods.
SA: hold it above your head.
SA: and hit 'take photo'
ID: allll gotta primp!
SA: and send it to the chat.
II: http://cloudbattrolls.tumblr.com/post/152449745713/i-stole-her-glasses-and-fed-them-to-a-chihuahua
AA: you can't just hold it above yrn head, prni.
II: Camera was poor quality, unfortunately
AA: therne's an A RN T to selfies.
SA: an art.
SA: why the teal bangs.
-IJ has sent PhotoDay.png to the chat! It is mostly Halvea being unwinding in her office. Her tie needs actual tying.-
ID has sent lookselfiesarenotart.png!
ID: man, i just did what pris said and. viola.
II: Oh my, you have such interesting tattoos, ID
ID: a genuine selfie.
II: They almost remind me of paint
AA: they'rne clownpaint. isn't that neat?
SA: ...
AA: i think it's neat.
AA: >:}
ID: ohhhh my god they're tattoos.
SA: 😂
SA: look at you, IJ.
ID: i did not have a guy spend twenty hours jabbing a needle in to my face to be told it's paint is2g.
II: Haha, why would they be paint? Even if they were, that's not half-paint, it wouldn't be at all suitable.
SA: wait.
SA: you actually had that tattooed onto your body.
SA: I assumed it was just. birthmarks.
ID: yes.
AA: ikrn?
SA: i.
IJ: Teal is a perfectly fine color. IJ: An> you aren't allowe> to wear excessive amount of face paint while on the job. It can get in your eyes an> can cause temporary blin>ness.
SA: ...
SA: I don't know you. at all.
DD: whats wrong with primping maybe i want to feel pretty! DD: :D DD: anyways here you go!! DD has sent selfienight.png! [Dazzle is in some sort of mechanics lab in the background with hastily combed hair and making a peace sign to the selfie cam while beaming. He's already found time to add a bunch of stickers and filters to the photo.]
II: That is not an excessive amount of facepaint, Halvea!
II: It's a perfectly reasonable amount.
IJ: I know, In>ri>, I am stating for the peanut gallery why you >on't.
VD: =0 congratulations, dd, you are positively adorable! 0= VD: =0 i like the bows! 0= VD: =0 very nifty! 0=
SA: you would almost be cute if you weren't insufferable and a worse space cadet than myself.
ID: there is no paint so let's drop the paint tak. =:I
II: Oh, how precious!!!
ID: wow pris, suave.
II: You look so cute, DD
SA: i use my best lines on you, of course
SA: i have my priorities straight.
DD: omggg thank you!!!!! ❤ ❤ ❤
DD: i found a new app that has a lot of cute filters and stickers so ive been using it a lot!
ID: i like that your horns don't match.
DD: oh um! DD: haha they actually used to so im glad you think it looks nice now! DD: they used to make the loveliest heart shape together but unfortunately there was an incident!
II: Oh whoops, I missed SA's question
DD: and now i have no horns basically
DD: 😢
VD: =0 i know? asymmetry is such an eye-catcher! 0= VD: =0 you can make an entire logo out of that. 0=
DD: omg ❤
II: I like teal! I am surrounded by tealbloods thanks to my job, after all
DD: that is a hell of a way to cheer a troll up you guys thank you
II: So I dye my hair with it
ID: ahahah wow is that why you have no hair too?
SA: I... see.
IJ: Horns are often something that can become a hazar> when working in many fiel>s, it is a smart thing to >o.
ID: or is that a style choice.
DD: um! no that was also
DD: an accident
DD: the same accident actually
DD: or well a different occasion but overall the same series of events
ID: my horns are never a hazard and i love them.
II: Your horns look very sharp and useful!
ID: but uh. sorry about the accident i guess.
SA: that is the biggest lie i have ever heard.
DD: but i think ive had it cut nicely now dont you?
SA: short hair is practical anyways. You should embrace it.
DD: oh dear
VD: =0 well, dd's already seen my selfie! 0= VD: =0 but here, since everyone else's putting up pictures: 0= VD attaches TROLLSTARWARS.jpeg! [ It's her making a victory sign at the camera with tiny robotic camera-drones surrounding her. ]
DD: thank you! DD: and really it is not that big of a deal now aside from the um DD: lack of hair and horns and having to leave my home and all of that DD: which is to say its been a lot of trouble but really im sure it will sort itself out!!
ID: i mean it looks nice for short hair. I just always assume seadwellers have long hair because. i don't know.
VD: =0 short hair is practical! 0= VD: =0 no industrial accidents that way, haha! 0=
ID: what are those things.
DD: omgggg ❤ ❤ that is very cute vd! or maybe just epic!!!
ID: i want to take a bat to them.
VD: =0 you wouldn't be the first, id. 0= VD: =0 winkyface! 0=
SA: 😉
DD: and you wouldnt be wrong id its very common to have long hair after all it is ideal to emulate our lovely sovereign in all ways we can ❤
DD: i used to have long hair that is to say just not anymore!
VD: =0 yes, sa's got my number down. haha! 0= VD: =0 anyway, they're video drones! 0=
ID: hurrah, all stereotypes have some truth to them after all.
DD: omg ❤
ID: ....are you so in love with yourself you need constant video of all angles or...
DD: well you have to have the best angles for the best stream!!
DD: besides all of merlons angles are good angles
DD: because she only shows the best angles!!
ID: ...are you a fangirl.
DD: well i mean i am definitely a fan but i am not a girl!
ID: ...fanboy. sorry.
DD: its okay im sure its a common assumption to make about my caste given the public face of the empire is a lady ❤
ID: also you have a face that could go either way.
VD: =0 sorry, sorry, unexpected guest! =0 VD: =0 but our hold is done and i am BACK. =0 VD: =0 and i'm not in love with myself, id. that'd be silly! =0
DD: oh really do i?? DD: i dont suppose i pay enough attention to that sort of thing but girls do tend to be really cute so i will take that as a compliment!
VD: =0 but i have to make sure to please all of my delightful fans! 0=
ID: uh-huh.
ID: dd. vd or one of those rainbowdrinkers in all the movies right now. which are you a bigger fan of?
DD: um!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
DD: um!
DD: um um um um
SA: pick one the other dies.
DD: !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
ID: nah one of them doesn't actually exist pris.
ID: too easy a choice then.
DD: well then i would have to pick vd of course because the rainbowdrinkers are already dead!!
SA: i know that, I just want to up the stakes.
SA: but aren't they still living at heart 😢
DD: oh dear
ID: no one dies, you just have to make the choice dd.
SA: how else will they love bellae.
DD: this is a really difficult decision!!
DD: especially because i only really just found out about lestat and oh dear
ID: lestat's mate looks the superior one in that movie anyways.
DD: you are being really tough here and i do not think i can make that decision!
VD: =0 oh, gosh, id. 0= VD: =0 obviously i would pick dd. that's not a choice at all! 0=
ID: it's a tough world out there dd. =:P
DD: OH NO now i feel bad!!
DD: im so sorry vd of course i would pick you i was just temporarily enamored by my recent introduction to lestat
ID: w2g vd now he feels bad.
VD: =0 rainbowdrinkers are gross! 0= VD: =0 i don't know about you, but my lusus taught me that you shouldn't touch corpses. 0= VD: =0 never mind kiss 'em! 0=
ID: ...how about culling them.
SA: VD is right. prions.
VD: =0 yes, exactly! 0=
ID: ii is culling a rainbowdrinker illegal.
VD: =0 they're already dead, silly. 0= VD: =0 how are you gonna cull them? 0=
SA: i don't believe so as many of them go off the grid when they die.
SA: they are considered legally dead.
ID: i mean. burn them to ash?
SA: and many places superstitously view rainbow drinkers as culturally unacceptable despite the Imperial stance they are not real.
DD: i dont think you can get prions from kissing someone and oh dear i dont think rainbowdrinkers are really supposed to be like corpses! DD: they are walking and talking people after all and i do not think a corpse could have hair as nice as lestat or eyes as piercing as edwards
SA: so.
SA: No it would be encouraged to murder them.
DD: this is a very troubling conversation oh my goodness
ID: welcome to this chatroom almost every night dd.
DD: !!!
AA: aww, n, it's not T H A T bad. AA: yesternnight we werne talking about sushi.
AA: and all the ways to make it.
AA: fish like sushi, rnight?? >:}
SA: 🎊
DD: i love sushi!
DD: i have been craving some for nights!
AA: lmfao, good.
ID: it wasn't that incredible when i had it.
SA: no. not this again.
SA: damn you Sipara.
AA: 💚
SA: 🖕
ID: no damning sips for one whole night, she earned the privilege by letting me use conditioner.
SA: she can be damned for twenty minutes.
DD: well maybe you did not have very good sushi id DD: i tried the sushi out here and it was probably fake or at the very least very unfresh and really its much better when you have it properly made with fresh caught fish DD: also i just very much enjoy fish in general on account of eating it a lot of the time!
DD: and oh dear
SA: excuse me.
SA: I have excellent taste.
AA: wtf, don't i earn the prnivilege by spending an hourn brnushing yrn headfluff??
ID: that too.
AA: >:{
ID: i told you it tangles like a bitch.
ID: i t o l d you.
SA: i brought him the sushi he ate. and i am very particular about food.
DD: then maybe it is simply not to ids tastes to eat fish that wouldnt surprise me given it is probably not a part of his typical palate
ID: that's probbbsss it.
ID: i'm used to eating burgers.
ID: and squirrels.
SA: oh i've wanted to --
DD: oh ive never had a burger but ive seen them on tv a lot!
SA: ...how.
SA: I would die
ID: there's only so many things to eat in the middle of the desert pris. D:<=
SA: so fry a scorpion?
AA: you told me, but i told you it'd be, like, way bettern if you let me brnaid it. >:P AA: but w/e, w/e, it's way less tangled now, gj.
SA: leave the mammals alone...
AA: dd, go eat a burngern.
DD: !!
ID: nope. raw ass squirrel meat pris.
AA: actually, n. fuck the burngern. AA: just go stab a hoofbeast, and, like, eat it rnaw.
ID: just bite the fur off and went to t o w n.
SA: what
AA: that's the RN E A L landdwellern expernience.
AA: ain't got nothing like it.
DD: maybe i should i have been holding out in the hopes of maybe being able to get something i am used to delivered here and it has mostly resulted in me living off of lattes which is not a very good diet especially when i am attempting to be productive
SA: 🐴
DD: and they always look very good on tv though kind of weird i guess!
ID: burgers are the fucking best.
DD: theyre so..... cooked!!!
ID: ...and donuts.
DD: and in such a weird way!!
ID: yeah welcome to the land.
SA: please go to a restaurant, DD.
SA: there is an. entire world.
ID: if you don't cook the fuck out of them they might carry disease.
SA: the donuts or the burgers.
ID: both.
SA:
SA: ...
SA: I don't. know what i expected.
ID: =:P
DD: well im sure fish carry diseases too but i eat those raw all the time DD: maybe it is a matter of constitution??? DD: regardless i will definitely go eat a burger once i am done with this module do you think they would make me one without cooking the meat
ID: probably not.
DD: oh dear 😦
ID: the meat will not be. fresh.
AA: n, absolutely.
SA: actually yes.
AA: just thrnow yrn weight arnound.
DD: um!!
SA: Improperly prepared sushi can bear a number of worms and viruses.
AA: be like "I want this so frnesh it's strn8 off the hoofbeast" and they'll T O T E S go w/ it.
AA: .................
SA: particularly if it isn't chilled properly.
AA: ..................................................
ID: now you tell me. =:I
AA: why arne you feeding hads wornmy fish, prni.
DD: that sounds very concerning i have had the un-fresh fish here and i am not sure i want to have the un-fresh thing i havent had yet!
SA: I wouldn't do that to Hadean.
SA: I ate sushi at the same place before I brought it to him.
AA: would you have known it's full of wornms, tho.
ID: pris has the money for the fancy stuff sips.
ID: like. pris how much did you pay for your current outfit.
SA: I couldn't tell you.
ID: guesstimate.
AA: and it ain't that unfrnesh, dd, jeez. AA: trnust meee.
SA: however, I made roughly $3500 today.
SA: catching that indigo.
SA: so.
ID: see?
AA: hads li - >:1
SA: also yes because I would have gotten the worms too.
DD: what if maybe they can cook it like a little bit but not all the way do they do that
ID: man i should have let you wire me some cash. =:/
SA: that is caled a rare burger.
SA: you missed your chance, Hadean.
DD: oh!!!!!!!! DD: so those are a thing!!!
SA: besides what was it you said about taking advantage of people.
SA: and I should watch out.
SA: :p
AA: n, too late, yrn in the brnoke-ass rnust squad, hads. AA: no take-backs!!
ID: =:P you're learning. what have i created.
SA: 💚
ID: he still owes me a shopping trip one day though!
ID: no takebacks on that!
SA: you will be very fashionable. and also very practical.
SA: i promise.
DD: that is very good to know and i will try that because i suppose coming here should also be about trying new things!!
DD: and oh my goodness you should show us what you buy when you go shopping!!!
ID: yeah dd, dive in to the experience.
DD: changing room pix for your fav outfits! ^_^
ID: i live in a tent.
AA: lmfao.
ID: there is no rooms.
DD: ... changing tent pix?
DD: why do you live in a tent?? are you an adventurer?
AA: oh my goooooood, he meant in the storne, hadean.
SA: we aren't shopping in the tent.
AA: ^^^^^
ID: oh.
AA: also, prni, you gotta make surne he doesn't buy anything lame.
ID: sorry i don't go clothes shopping you guys.
SA: i will.
ID: i have three shirts and two pairs of pants and this shirt isn't even mine. give me a break.
AA: and y, totes an adventurnern, dd.
SA: dd, hadean is actually a fashion icon.
SA: you see, they're trying an experimental style.
SA: it's called minimalism.
SA: have you heard of it?
DD: wow that is not very much clothing even i have a lot more than that and i barely packed anything before i left aside from my lab equipment!! DD: we should go shopping together id you really need more clothing than that
SA: it's all the rage now.
DD: and yes i have but i thought that meant you have a lot of the same outfit and you style it differently
SA: oh my god.
ID: ...i have a lot of the same outfit.
ID: and style it exactly the same.
AA: omfg.
ID: and by a lot i mean. 2.
DD: thats how they make it look so nice!! DD: your outfits arent going to look nice if they are worn out because you only have two of them!
AA: evernyone else is being a dumb chucklefuck, dd, so, like.
AA: so let me say, on theirn account:
AA: y, pls go shopping w/ them. >:}
SA: i know how to shop.
DD: omg yay!!!
ID: i wonder what happened to my hooker uniform tho.
ID: wait what.
DD: wh
DD: your what
AA: he's an adventurnern, dd.
AA: duuuuh.
SA: hooker = / = adventurer
DD: that is not what i meant by adventurer!!!!
SA: --
AA: what sornt of adventurnern does not have a hookern outfit?
SA: !!oh!!
ID: i'm not actually a hooker.
SA: my god
AA: how else arne you gonna get in the brnothel to crnawl thrnough the vents to kill the duke?
DD: ............... i guess i did not think that was a thing outside of video games!!
ID: sometimes you need to dress the part tho.
AA: go thrnough the frnont doorn?
AA: puhlease.
DD: that makes sense!
AA: ofc it does.
ID: yes it does.
SA: sipara
SA: oh.
SA: you are all.
SA: awful.
SA: Peopple.
SA: I thought i was bad.
DD: you havent seemed like a bad person to me at all sa! 😦
DD: and neither does anybody else here really i mean i am pretty excited to try a burger and i wouldnt have done that without you guys!
AA: >:}
DD: omg maybe we can have some together when we go shopping?
ID: get cheese on it, cheese makes it better.
ID: well sips we are going to port port to drop lal off, right?
ID: sips can totes go on the shopping adventure too, right dd?
AA: y, y.
AA: wait, what.
ID: =:)
DD: oh there is nowhere good to shop here i dont think the town is so small!!!
DD: we should to go to the coastal city i got to see some of it on the way in and it is much larger
DD: and it is not that far away by train
ID: there we go!
AA: i wouldn't want to intrnude on yrn fancy, like, boy bonding time. >;0
ID: sips can totes use some fashion tips dd.
DD: omg!!
DD: i love giving fashion tips!
DD: the secret is BOWS
ID: perfect!
ID: sips could use some bows!
AA: fuck off, i've - oh my god.
AA: bows, like. AA: in yrn headfluff?
DD: i mean unless you are making fun of her fashion sense in general which strikes me as a little bit mean i am sure that you dress just fine!!
DD: and yes!! DD: and also i have one on my back!
DD: like at the top of my shorts its very fun to twirl with and it is nice and gauzy in the wind its almost like swimming again!
ID: sips, you twirl right?
AA: i
AA: have nevern twirnled so much in my goddamn life as i would, uh, with a bow.
AA: >:?
DD: i mean if twirling is not your thing i am sure we can find you something else its not like the style i like for myself is what everyone else likes to wear
ID: we'll find a style all your own sips!
DD: yes exactly!! 😄 ❤
AA: hahaha. >:}
AA: well, y, as long as we find one forn hads too. AA: did you know he's got fluff down to his glutes??
SA: oh, yes.
DD: yes i saw earlier when we were doing selfies and i think you said that you are the one that brushed it and i wanted to say that you did a very good job and it looked very beautiful!
ID: sips has a funner figure to shop for i think. we should focus on her.
SA: please, style it too.
DD: and yes we can find a style for everyone you and me and id and sa!!
ID: she's famous y'know.
SA: we could loop braids and put a bun in the back.
SA: very chic.
DD: and oh dear is she i am sorry i did not realize
SA: woodland chic, even.
ID: she needs famous fashion flair.
DD: omg!!! that sounds very fun maybe we could get some bright colors
DD: and something more flowy for id though i guess not so much that it is elven even though i admit that is the thought i had between the hair and the braids and such
ID: ...flowy.
SA: oh so.
DD: do you not like flowy we dont have to do flowy i just thought it would look nice with your hair maybe
SA: legolas.
SA: it's your favorite, Hadean.
ID: pris. D:<=
SA: alright, alright.
ID: i need stuff that won't get caught up on stuff.
DD: omg haha we can totally do something like that!!
ID: i do a lot of climbing and fighting and stuff. adventurer and all.
DD: oh that makes sense you are an adventurer after all!
DD: i suppose we will just have to see when it is time to pick out items what you like best and what matches with it !! ^_^
SA: Oh, look.
SA: I just had an extended case come up for this perigee.
SA: I'll be stuck in Provenance, I suppose.
SA: I'm very sorry.
ID: D:<= what a fucking shame.
AA: whaaaaaat.
AA: >:'{
DD: oh!! 😦 DD: that is very unfortunate but maybe we can do another time! DD: i hope it is not too much work for you i recall you mentioning you finished another case recently and really that seems like a lot of effort so i definitely wish you the best of luck in your endeavors!!
SA: ...yes.
SA: it was. exhausting.
AA: it's okay, dd, we can all totes go shopping next time in prnovidence.
AA: why, i hearn they've got the best burngerns on the entirne continent.
AA: full of, like, hoofbeast meat, and blood, and shit.
SA: ...
SA: you know what, I changed my mind.
SA: I won't take that case.
AA: >;0!
AA: dd, show me pics of yrn bow, btw.
DD: i do not think i want to eat anything that is full of feces!
AA: ..........
AA: ..........................
DD: and omg! DD: yes one moment!
AA: >:??
DD: and oh dear i am sorry i think i misunderstood the terminology that you used
ID: no actual shit in the burgers. don't worry.
DD: it is late and i am a little bit tired i am afraid!
ID: unless you go to the reaaallly cheap places.
DD sent thefluffiestbow.png
DD: but yes oh my goodness that all sounds very fun and we should totally visit sa!
SA: i believe that's beyond cheap, Hadean.
SA: no. No please don't.
DD: oh
DD: um!!! DD: sorry
SA: Providence is full of. Crime.
SA: and trafficking. yes.
DD: oh dear
SA: It would be very unsafe for Sipara or Hadean to visit.
DD: oh dear!!
ID: we're strong rusties, we'll manage.
SA: 🤦
DD: are you sure you are doing alright then sa i mean that sounds like a lot of trouble!
AA: aww, prni, therne's no need to get all concerned abt us. AA: we'rne strnong independent rnusties and we'll manage. besides, we'rne wornrnied abt Y O U.
AA: that city sounds RN O U G H.
SA: i am quite alright, thank you.
AA: also. okay. ngl. AA: that's a qt fucking bow.
ID: clearly we should go visit to give you some support!
ID: but if you're soooo concerned.
ID: we can go to the port city dd mentioned.
SA: Yes.
SA: yes let's do that.
DD: omg haha tyvm aa i am very happy you think so!
DD: and oh dear maybe it would be good to go to the city! DD: sa sounds like they maybe dont want to be in their city all that very much and it would be a good chance for them to get out!
SA: no, I rather like my city, thank you.
ID: i haven't seen the ocean in like. 3 sweeps.
SA: I have a view of it from my loft.
DD: i am very confused about who wants to go to what city now!
SA: it becomes less. awestriking. when you see it every day.
ID: we're going to the port city that is actually a port. and not riddled with crime.
AA: .. idk, but you ppl sornt it out. AA: i gotta get a trnuck tmrnw, and. idk. wherne the fuck you get those.
AA: so i'm gonna go figurne that out. >:?
SA: a ... dealership?
ID: do i have to sit in the middle.
DD: i suppose id did just decide where we were going so that is that!
SA: --
SA: oh that will be. good.
AA: y, lal alrneady called windowseat, soz.
ID: gdi.
ID: i hope it's roomy. =:I
AA: i do not have sa's mad buxxx, so, like, lmfao. AA: y. let's hope. >:}
AA: crnoss yrn frnonds!!
ID: my horns are gonna scrape the top of it probably. =:'(
SA: I'd offer you all a ride but I only ride a motorcycle.
DD: oh dear that sounds uncomfortable!
DD: maybe we could go to a salon and have your horns polished if they get scraped id!
SA: I think he meant he would scrape the felt off the roof.
DD: hornicures sounds nice it has been a while since i have had one after all it is a little bit embarrassing to go into a salon with broken horns
DD: and oh well they are nice regardless!
ID: what's a hornicure.
DD: !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
DD: !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
DD: its when you go to a salon with your friends and you have them sand your horns and polish them and glaze them!!
DD: and sometimes you can put on really cute designs or accessories like rings and
SA: You know.
ID: hahahah sand my horns.
DD: its really very very fun!!
SA: as we do, Hadean.
ID: i had them polished like a week ago. for the first time.
DD: !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
DD: we are definitely getting you a hornicure!!!!!!!!!
DD: you will love it!!!!!
SA: in all seriousness, I need to go lie down again. I am rather dizzy.
ID: =:I does it hurt.
SA: i will see you all later.
DD: oh dear that sounds very alarming maybe it is because you were working so much
DD: i wish you a restful sleep please be well!
ID: ...yeah... rough night. =:I bye pris.
DD: and no they do not hurt at all! DD: it sometimes pinches your cuticles a little bit if the people doing it are not very experienced but we will go somewhere good to make sure nobody hurts you! DD: i want your first hornicure to be really really nice!
ID: uh how often do they deal with floating horns.
DD: ....
ID: perhaps i am not cut out for hornicures.
DD: probably not very often!!
DD: well they could still do your other two horns!!
DD: and i am sure doing a floating horn would be even easier since it is not that big and has no cuticles!
ID: i mean my floating horn is like. bigger than sips' horns combined.
DD: well it is not bigger than both of your other horns combined and i am sure they get plenty of customers with very large horns so it should not be a concern dont worry! ^_^
ID: i mean... i guess.
DD: really you do not need to be afraid i promise they are very relaxing and soothing and make you feel really super nice!!
ID: i mean really i'm just a lil wary of your willingness to wanna do this stuff with some rusties.
ID: we're a little. out of your lane.
DD: .... oh
DD: um!
DD: what do you mean??
ID: i mean. why do you wanna hang with us.
DD: because you guys have all been very nice and introduced me to burgers and you seem like a lot of fun!
DD: and i havent gone shopping or gotten a hornicure with some friends in ages and it seems like it would be a really nice time!
DD: and also you need more than two outfits!!!
ID: i guess that's a better reason than most have.
DD: oh dear
DD: i am sorry if i have reminded you of bad past experiences i promise i am just looking to make some new friends and you guys have seemed very friendly so far
ID: it's fine, a rust just has to be a lil wary.
ID: i mean. we're the same shade as the trolls you probably have testing your stuff. whatever that is.
DD: i understand!!! DD: at least i think i do??? DD: um! DD: i do not want to say the wrong thing!
DD: and actually there are mostly yellowbloods in the facility though there are some brown and maroonbloods around and some olives and there is even one cerulean psychic roaming around!!! DD: or maybe two DD: um i admittedly cannot really tell if there is one or just two that look very similar it has been very confusing
ID: pfff you must mean gliese.
ID: and... not-gliese.
DD: oh does that mean there are two??
DD: that is a relief to know i was beginning to think that i was going to talk about them at one point and get it wrong
ID: yeah there's two, dw.
ID: but yeah. facility stuff can make some of us rusties a little wary.
DD: well if it makes you feel any better i am not working for them they have just volunteered to allow me to offer to their participants who would like to try out some of my new prototypes that are in the troll trials stage!
DD: they are all very safe and such the only issues are with connection speed
DD: and integration capacity!
ID: if you say so. i have no idea what that stuff means.
DD: it mostly means that when things go wrong it just makes people feel like things are going really slow or not all the way until they disconnect!
DD: but i cant really go into more detail than that
DD: because it is technically still in beta!
ID: ...that does not really clear up the confusion but okay.
DD: but yes i am not fleet i am a member of a private organization and i do not think i am actually old enough to work for the empire
ID: man now they're drafting young seadwellers.
ID: does no wriggler get a break these days.
ID: what happened to leaving a troll be until they hit ascension.
DD: wait what
DD: are you being sarcastic or did you misread what i wrote?
DD: i am having a hard time telling over the internet!
ID: that's my charm dd, i'm sarcastic and truthful at the same time.
DD: !!!!
ID: mostly truthful-y rn tho.
DD: that sounds like a very confusing sort of charm!
ID: you get used to it.
DD: but yes i suppose then i should clarify that i said that i am not conscripted at all!
DD: and am likely too young to be so
ID: but you're... working for a company that works for the fleet?
DD: in fact my best friend and i have started our own company and it has grown to quite a large size!! DD: the fleet has actually purchased a contract with us recently
ID: looks like some hazy ass lines right there.
DD: oh no we are working with the fleet and it is our honor to due so but it is our own startup and it is contract-based product supply!
DD: i do not work with the fleet directly even the pr things are mostly my good friends strong suit i am mostly research and development
ID: if you say so. seems like a confusing mess to me.
DD: well!!
ID: but i'm not a. researcher.
DD: there is working for somebody as in you are hired buy them
DD: and then there is them coming into your restaurant to buy a meal
DD: in the latter situation you are not working for them they are simply making a purchase!
DD: that is what we are like!!
ID: oh. okay.
ID: i guess you must be good, if they're buying from you and not like. an adult.
DD: i try to be humble most times but it is true that we are very very good!! DD: though i muse credit my good friend with a lot of it because admittedly the product does not make the company and there are plenty of fabulous inventors around that have gotten nowhere so it is their talent at management that has gotten us this far
ID: sounds like a complicated balance of you making good stuff and then being able to sell it well.
DD: yes exactly!!!
II: Management does tend to factor more into successfully selling products than pure talent, I'm afraid.
DD: it has probably been obvious as of late but i am not the best people person so i am very grateful to my friend for putting up with some of my silliness in the past and handling the business side of things
II: Not that I am doubting DD, but unfortunately surface appearances are usually what trolls consider when buying.
DD: i do not think i would have even thought to sell any of my work without them!
II: Oh, don't be so hard on yourself, DD.
II: You are perfectly pleasant
II: Merely a bit unpolished
DD: oh well i am very glad that you think so haha i am glad that i have not misstepped too much yet
II: DD, trust me.
DD: and that is one way of putting it!! DD: but hopefully i will be able to polish myself more soon and maybe the first step is going to get our horns polished id >:D
II: I have moved in highblood circles since I was a very young troll, and have observed _far_ greater errors than any you've made.
ID: maybe you two should go on a. hornicure trip.
DD: but we are already going on one together!! DD: you do not need to have them that often but maybe some time later ii and i can besides we are already going to a restaurant in civitrecce ^_^
II: We can certainly go for a hornicure trip afterward, if it wouldn't be too much time out of your schedule!
ID: i mean me and sips are traveling rn, we won't be back in port port for a while.
DD: well yes and i would love to but it would be pointless since id and i are already getting our horns done but maybe we can do a movie or our claws instead or something??
DD: and that is okay id i am not free at this exact moment anyways and admittedly i do not actually know when people want to hang out
DD: i was hoping it is kind of soon so that i could have my first burger with you guys but i suspect that i may have to break and go eat before then!!
ID: yeah def go eat.
ID: try some chicken tho.
ID: and rice.
ID: chicken and rice are good together.
DD: okay! I have had rice with fish so hopefully rice with chicken is just as good!
DD: speaking of which i should probably go do that right now to be honest my stomach is positively hurting now that i pay attention to it and i have had nothing but trollbucks all night!
DD: ...day!
DD: hopefully there are places open this late!
ID: you'll find something i'm sure. g'day.
DD: good day!!!! ❤ i am very excited to go shopping with you!
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write your name in fire on my skin DVD commentary!
:DD Thank you so much for asking!
(write your name in fire on my skin)
Roxanne’s palm connects with a sharp crack; Megamind’s head snaps to the side with the force of the blow, but before Roxanne can feel more than a fleeting sense of satisfaction (she finally managed to work her arms free during a kidnapping, finally managed to—almost—escape), a burst of pain flares across the inside of her wrist. Jesus, she didn’t slap him that hard, did she? She didn’t want to hurt him, not really, just shock him enough to give her a chance to get away.
Soulmate AUs are one of those things that, when they work for me, really work for me. And I’ve always liked the versions that involve the soulmate’s name appearing on the character’s skin; this seemed especially interesting for a Megamind/Roxanne story because of the way that names are clearly so important to Megamind (he chooses his own name in canon; he’s appalled at being called ‘bernaaard’; he addresses Roxanne as ‘Miss Ritchi’ during their professional interactions, etc.)
Having the bond be cued off of skin-to-skin contact seemed like the most interesting choice, too, since Megamind wears so much clothing—an indication, I figured, that he didn’t feel that he deserved the chance of finding a soulmate.
So I thought some more about the soulmate idea, and I was thinking ‘well, how would having soulmates be a thing affect human culture?’ and then I thought ‘oh, but what if it’s not human culture? what if it’s just Megamind’s?’
And I saw a golden opportunity for angsty misunderstanding.
So I knew that the skin contact had to be initiated by Roxanne (Megamind would never risk it; the disappointment if he touched her and the mark didn’t appear would be too much for him to handle, and, as previously stated, he thinks he doesn’t deserve the chance at finding a soulmate anyway). Like I said, Megamind wears a lot of clothing, so there’s not a lot of possibilities for skin contact.
And having the soulbond be catalyzed by a slap seemed like a delicious piece of irony.
But—no—the pain is—more of a burning sensation, heat licking over her skin, and she’s made a pained noise and pulled her wrist to her chest before it registers with her that Megamind has made the same sound, and is cradling his own wrist to his chest. Why—
She looks down at her hand—is she bleeding; did she scratch herself on his spikes or something, and sees—
“What.” she says flatly. “How is—Megamind, what did you do?”
There’s a mark on her wrist; not a scratch or a burn, but something that looks almost like a tattoo: fluid black lines of what appears to be a script of some kind. Roxanne can’t read it, but she does recognize the first mark in the series.
It’s the M-and-two-lightning-bolts insignia that Megamind uses to mark things as his.
Interestingly! I was still thinking about my M’ega language at this point, and still wanted to make the {M} symbol something like
So I headcanoned it for myself like this: Megamind has spent a lot of time on earth, and human culture has shaped his personality and his sense of himself. That’s why his name isn’t written M’ega-style on Roxanne’s wrist: he’s sort of intertwined the M’ega language with the english language into his own personal pidgin.
‘Syx’ still = {M} and it’s still what his parents called him—which is why it’s still such an important part of his identity, and why it’s the beginning mark in his name.
Your soulmate’s soulmark will be your true name: whatever you consider to be your true name. (for example, if you’re trans, your soulmate’s soulmark will never be your deadname; it will be the name you choose to identify yourself as)
Megamind stares at her, eyes too wide, white showing all around the green of his irises, cradling his own wrist protectively.
“That’s not possible,” he whispers. “It’s not—it’s not supposed to be—”
“What the hell is this doing on my wrist?!” Roxanne demands.
She tries wiping the mark away with her other hand (Megamind makes a soft, pained noise at that), and then scrubbing it vigorously on her skirt. This has absolutely no effect; the mark stays where it is.
“Ugh! What is this thing? Get it off of me!”
“Oh, god,” Megamind says, sounding as though he’s about to be sick. “Oh, god, no. Please, no.”
This, Megamind thinks, is the only thing that could be worse than Roxanne not being his soulmate: she is his soulmate but she doesn’t want to be.
Roxanne looks up at him at that, about to demand to know what’s wrong with him, and is hit full in the face by a cloud of knock-out spray.
She wakes up in her apartment, lying on her couch. Someone has stuck a throw-pillow underneath her head.
Megamind definitely had a minor panic attack over whether or not to put the pillow under her head. (as opposed to the major panic attack that he was still having about the soulmark itself)
The mark is still on her wrist.
The mark stays on her wrist. It stays when she scrubs at it with soap and water, when she attacks it with makeup remover, when she pours peroxide over it.
Nothing she does even manages to smudge the firm, flowing black lines and finally Roxanne, frustrated and exhausted, goes to bed.
The mark is still there in the morning. She stares at it for a full minute and a half and then, for lack of a better option, puts on a long-sleeved shirt and goes to work.
She will make Megamind explain this to her when he kidnaps her next, make him take it off of her, make him fix it.
Roxanne’s first instinct is to try to fix the problem herself. Her second instinct is that everything will be fine once she talks to Megamind again.
Roxanne wears a lot of long-sleeved shirts over the next two months.
As the days—and then the weeks—begin to go by, and Megamind still doesn’t show up,
Roxanne goes from merely annoyed, to downright furious, to increasingly alarmed.
He’s never gone this long without kidnapping her. She’s never gone this long without seeing him. She actually—she misses him, misses his ridiculous theatrics and his stupid evil laugh and the way his eyes light up when he talks about something exciting. She’s always said, ever since the beginning, that she just wanted her normal life back, but now—it’s like there’s a hole in the fabric of Roxanne’s reality, an emptiness that—it feels like loss, like—
Roxanne still wants her normal life back, but normal now means spikes and lasers and blue supervillains with smiles as bright as magnesium fire and she wants him back, wants him back right now, wants him—
She doesn’t know where he is; Wayne doesn’t know where he is (she asks).
Nobody knows where he is.
Magnesium fire is extremely bright! And fire/warmth as an indication of love is a theme throughout the story: that’s why there’s that flare of heat when the bond takes, and that’s why Roxanne compares Megamind to magnesium fire.
It’s midnight and Roxanne should be sleeping. Instead, she’s standing in front of the glass doors that lead out to her balcony, looking out into the dark, at the streetlights and the stars, rubbing her thumb absently over the mark on her wrist.
It’s been—hurting, lately, a sort of ache that started in her skin and has since spread into her bones, settling there like cold, like resignation, like the certainty that, somewhere, something awful is happening.
And here we have the first indication that the soulbond is also a psychic link! (I LOVE TELEPATHY) Notice that she talks about feeling cold.
She rubs her thumb back and forth, back and forth, back and forth, and then presses her hand to her chest, as though she’s trying to put pressure on a wound.
She goes looking for Megamind the next day.
(She thinks she might be feverish; it’s summer, the sun is shining, and Roxanne is in long-sleeves, and yet she feels cold, so cold.)
Emotional agony as actual physical pain is such a fascinating trope to me—pon farr and the version of beauty and the beast that I read when I was a child where the beast almost dies because he’s so unhappy and convinced that beauty doesn’t love him.
She has no very clear idea of where she should be looking for the Lair, but it’s by the water; she knows that much. Roxanne heads for the waterfront and begins wandering. The mark on her wrist aches like frostbite; she covers it with her other hand, clutching at it, shivering.
Another reference to feeling cold as an indication of her soulmate in trouble/an incomplete soulbond.
This way, she thinks, mind all blurred around the edges, and takes a turn down an alleyway seemingly at random. This way. She takes another turn. Here.
She finds herself at a brick wall but somehow the fact that this should pose an obstacle to her doesn’t manage to sink into her brain.
Roxanne walks into the wall before it occurs to her that she should stop, and then there isn’t any reason to stop, because she’s somehow walked through the wall and ended up, as if by magic, exactly where she wants to be.
Here, she thinks, he’s here.
She stumbles onwards through the darkened Lair.
She almost cries with relief when she sees him. He’s sitting in his chair, looking at a giant screen on which numbers are rapidly scrolling, one hand resting on the keyboard.
Roxanne catches herself against the doorframe, knees going a bit weak, and Megamind looks up and sees her.
“Oh,” he says, in a flat voice. “It’s you again.”
The tone of his voice—Megamind has never spoken to her like that. It’s not—
“I’m afraid I still don’t have it,” he says, already looking at the screen again. “Like I told you last time, though, I’m getting close.”
And even Roxanne, disoriented as she is, knows that something here is very wrong.
Still don’t have it? she thinks muzzily. Still don’t have what? Last time? What last time? When did we talk about this? The last time she remembers talking to Megamind at all is that kidnapping he cut short after the weird mark on Roxanne’s wrist appeared.
Roxanne crosses the room to stand beside his chair, leaning against it, one arm on the back.
“What’s with the screen?” she asks.
(Megamind will explain this to her; Megamind always explains things to her when she asks; show even the slightest interest in his evil plan and he starts monologuing.)
She looks down at him.
The sweater he has on, an orange-gray thing with ragged sleeves and half its buttons missing, is possibly the ugliest thing Roxanne has ever observed.
(the ugly orange sweater returns in Code: Safeword, actually!)
He’s wearing ordinary clothes; she’s never seen him in ordinary clothes before. He’s not wearing his cape or his spikes or his high collar, although he is wearing his gloves, fingers of one hand tapping at the keyboard now, the other hand lying like a dead thing on the arm of his chair.
That would be the hand with the soulmark on it. And that’s why he’s wearing gloves: he can’t bear to look at the mark.
God, he looks—he looks terrible: bruise-like shadows underneath his eyes and in the hollows under his cheekbones, and the way he’s holding himself, as if simply existing hurts him almost more than he can bear.
He looks like Roxanne feels.
She’s getting dizzy, standing like this, and she wants—
She climbs into his lap, turning herself sideways, her legs over the arm of the chair, one arm around his neck, the other hand on his chest.
“Oh,” Megamind says softly, “touching? That’s—that’s new.”
He puts his arms around her easily, though, one curling around her waist, the fingers of his other hand sliding into her hair as though they’ve done this a thousand times before.
It feels—she feels—
Roxanne feels safe, the terrible cold feeling in her bones finally easing just a little bit beneath the pressure of his hands. She almost gasps in relief with it, and yet—
And yet it is not contentment; she wants to—she wants him closer, closer even than this. She leans against him, pressing her face into his neck, skin to skin and shudders at the sensation and it is still not enough.
Having physical contact ease the pain of the incomplete bond seemed logical, since it’s catalyzed by skin contact.
The hand in her hair moves to hold the back of her neck and why, why is he wearing gloves?
Megamind is speaking; for several moments she’s too caught up in the sound of his voice to understand what he’s saying, but then—
“—chemical composition, just has to finish sequencing, and then I’ll be able to get rid of it for you,” he murmurs, hand in her hair again. “It’ll be gone; It’ll be gone soon, you don’t need to worry—”
Roxanne is just about to ask him what he’s talking about when she hears Minion say, in a shocked voice—
“Miss Ritchi?”
Megamind’s hand stills in her hair.
“You can see her, too?” he asks, sounding confused. “I thought I was—I thought it was another—she’s actually here?”
“Of course I’m here,” Roxanne says, hooking her fingers in the collar of his hideous shirt.
Megamind lets go of her like she’s made of fire and Roxanne’s vision goes gray and starts to tilt.
Like she’s made of fire: something that it hurts him to touch, something dangerous, and remember that fire = love is a big theme in this fic.
That, she thinks, her last thought as the dark rises up and blots everything out, that is probably not good.
She wakes up in Megamind’s arms again, to the sound of him and Minion arguing.
“—horrible, Sir, how can you even contemplate—it’s—that’s blasphemy; you can’t just break a soulbond—”
“—it’s a physiological reaction, Minion! There is a physiological cause and a physiological cure and—”
“—isn’t a disease! This is dangerous. You could die and—”
“—humans aren’t even meant to bond like this! It’s—look at her, it’s hurting—”
“—that’s because you’re being—”
“—she’ll be fine when I—”
“—she’ll be—? What about you?”
“—said she didn’t want—”
Roxanne makes a distressed sound, anger and terror and misery pouring into her body in a way that feels oddly—foreign. As though the emotions aren’t coming from her, but from somewhere outside of her.
The bond is closer to being completed, now, and they’re physically closer, too, so the telepathic/empathic connection is stronger.
She hears Megamind’s swift intake of breath, feels a sudden spike of that strange, outside-of-herself fear.
“What’s happening?” Roxanne asks weakly, sitting up to look around but staying as close to Megamind as she can.
They’re in a bedroom, she realizes, on a bed. Are they—is this Megamind’s bedroom?
“Nothing,” Megamind says, “nothing’s happening. Go back to sleep. I’m fixing it.”
Roxanne looks into his face.
“Fixing what?” she asks.
He swallows, eyes flickering closed and then opening again.
“The—the mark on your wrist,” he says. “It was. The result of—an unfortunate accident.”
Roxanne hears Minion make a sound of protest.
“An unfortunate accident,” Megamind repeats firmly. “It—the physical contact, when you slapped me, our skin—it allowed for a contamination, an infection, that’s why—”
“That is not—” Minion says.
“That is why,” Megamind continues loudly, “you’ve been feeling—ill—lately, because you are ill, but I’ve found the cure for it, so you don’t need to be worried—”
“That is an inaccurate representation of the facts, Sir, and you know it!” Minion cries.
Megamind trying to downplay his own emotional needs always hurts my heart. He calls her connection with him an infection and is as dismissive as possible about what it means to him.
“It’s not inaccurate! Humans aren’t supposed to have this! What the hell else do you call that but a contamination?”
“I feel cold,” Roxanne whispers. “I feel cold again.”
An indication from the bond that whatever it is Megamind has planned? Is a very bad idea.
Megamind wraps his arms around her and pulls her close and Roxanne moans. He feels—so warm.
“I can fix this,” Megamind says. “I’m going to fix this.”
Roxanne nuzzles his throat and feels a shock of pleasure run down her spine like lightning.
Oh, she thinks and does it again.
Again that ripple of pleasure and Megamind gasps this time, the way a man coming out of deep water gasps for breath.
Roxanne’s tongue goes out to taste his skin, licking up the length of his throat and Megamind moans and suddenly Roxanne’s fingers are on the buttons of his shirt, undoing them and shoving the material aside.
“Uh,” she hears Minion say, “I’m just gonna—yeah, I’m gonna go now.”
AHAHAHAHAHAHA OH GOD I LAUGHED WRITING THIS PART. See, I knew that I needed Minion in the room to talk to Megamind, so that we could get an idea of what’s going on with the soulbond. But I also knew that I wanted the bond to actually be fully completed between Megamind and Roxanne—and I couldn’t figure out how to get from one scene to the other. I tried a whole bunch of different things, but none of them worked. So finally I was like ‘okay, what if it just starts happening while Minion is there and it’s AWKWARD?’ and it really worked.
And part of Roxanne, a distant part, is appalled that she just started undressing Megamind in front of Minion and part of her is appalled that she’s pretty sure she would have continued to do so if Minion hadn’t taken it upon himself to leave, but most of her is focused on undoing the damn buttons.
“This is—” Megamind says weakly, “—this is really not what I meant by fixing—this is the opposite of—I have the cure now, the syringe, I can—” he kisses Roxanne, then tears his mouth away from hers. “I can take it now, I can—”
Note that he’s always going to be the one taking the dangerous ‘cure’, not her.
“Or,” Roxanne says, unbuckling the clasps of his gloves, “or you could not do that and kiss me again.”
She yanks off his gloves and sees—
—on his wrist—
—that’s her name.
That’s her name, Roxanne Ritchi, black letters written there in her handwriting, and she thinks of the M-and-lightning-bolts symbol on her own wrist, before the alien lettering—his name?
Is it his name, on her wrist?
And she thinks she almost—she almost understands what is happening to her, what is happening between them, what this is—
“Roxanne—“ Megamind says, and kisses her again and Roxanne’s mind is wiped clean of all thought.
She drags her fingers down his throat and he shudders in pleasure and she feels an echoing jolt of sensation go through her own body and this—this is where the unfamiliar emotions are coming from, isn’t it, a strange feedback loop between the two of them.
He pushes her down onto the bed and Roxanne can feel him, his thoughts and feelings humming in the back of her mind, but it’s not until later, when they’re pressed together, skin to skin, nothing between them, that she feels the connection break wide open and—
—then—
—he’s everywhere, above and around and inside of her, their thoughts running together like water, desire and pleasure and love, so much love that Roxanne’s mind cannot contain it.
I love you, she thinks as she cries out, as Megamind cries out with her, the whole world bursting into fire and light.
I love you.
Again the fire/light/love connection.
She wakes up alone.
She is alone in the bed, and when she reaches for Megamind’s presence, for that low hum of his thoughts in the back of her mind—
It’s not there. He’s not there.
She sits up in bed, looking down at her wrist, and—
The mark is gone.
Megamind’s name is gone.
Her wrist is empty.
“No,” she whispers. “No no no.”
She hears someone make a pained noise from the floor beside the bed and looks down swiftly.
Megamind is slumped bonelessly up against the wall, back in his clothes again.
Missing scene from Megamind’s point of view is: he wakes up first and is horrified at himself, decides to take the ‘cure’ immediately. He puts his clothes back on because he plans on leaving the room to inject himself—but he can’t quite do it.
He thinks he’s probably going to die doing this and he desperately wants Roxanne to be the last thing he sees before he dies.
So he sits next to the bed instead, and watches her sleep for a moment (god, she’s so beautiful and he hates himself so much) and then he injects himself.
There’s an empty syringe on the floor beside him.
“Oh,” he says in a flat voice. “I survived.”
Roxanne finds that she is shaking.
“Oh, well,” he says, sitting up an wincing. “I suppose Minion will be pleased about that, anyway.”
Megamind isn’t particularly pleased about it.
“Megamind,” Roxanne says, voice trembling, “what have you done?”
“I fixed it,” Megamind tells her, his voice devoid of any inflection whatsoever. “Bond’s gone. Check your wrist.”
Roxanne looks again at the bare skin of her wrist.
“Mine, too,” says Megamind.
He holds up his own hand, tugging up the sleeve of his shirt to show her.
It’s blank. Roxanne’s name has disappeared.
Oh god. Oh god.
“But,” Roxanne whispers, “but we just—how could you when we just—”
Megamind turns his face away from her, mouth in a flat line.
“Yes,” he says. “I—apologize. For—that. I should never have—I wasn’t thinking clearly—the. The bond, the impetus of the—” He makes a quick slashing gesture. “But of course that’s no excuse. Confusion is no—I shouldn’t have. I am very sorry, Miss Ritchi.”
Roxanne makes an involuntary sound of horror and covers her mouth with both hands.
He calls her Miss Ritchi and it hurts.
But I thought you loved me, she wants to say, and presses her palms harder to her lips to hold in the words.
The feedback loop. She’d thought—she’d thought that the love was coming from both of them, but—oh god—it had just been her.
Had his desire even been—the impetus of the bond—wasn’t thinking clearly—no, oh no, please no.
He didn’t love her. He didn’t even want her. She was never going to—she was never going to feel his thoughts again; she was going to be alone forever, inside her own mind, alone—
Roxanne seems to be a rather lonely person, in canon: we don’t see her with friends, or with family, and when she meets ‘Bernard’ she latches onto him fiercely and immediately. She’s also clearly fascinated by Megamind’s mind—the breathless way she says “wow” when she sees his idea cloud. I think she’d be very into the idea of sharing his thoughts, and having such an intimate connection ripped away like that without warning is very awful for her.
“Please,” Megamind says, standing, a look of distress on his face. “Oh, god, please don’t cry.”
Roxanne buries her face in her hands, trying to muffle the sobs.
“I’m sorry,” he says, “I’m so sorry, so very—I won’t ever touch you again, so you don’t need to worry about the bond coming—don’t need to worry about—I won’t ever—I’ll stay away from you, I swear; you won’t ever have to see me again, Roxanne—”
Megamind thinks she’s crying because she had sex with him, that she’s that upset about remembering it. Roxanne, of course, is crying because she thinks he doesn’t love her.
“Is that,” Roxanne manages to say, “supposed to make me feel better?”
“Of course it isn’t—enough,” he says, “it isn’t good enough. I don’t. I don’t know what you want me to do. I’ll do—whatever you want, whatever will make you feel—”
“You don’t—have to do anything,” Roxanne says, curling up into a ball, fingers tightening in her own hair, trying to hold in her sobbing. “You don’t—god, Megamind, you don’t owe me anything like—just don’t—please just don’t act like you expect me to be happy that you—don’t want me—” she grits her teeth to keep from wailing. “—when I just—when you know—”
“—wait,” Megamind says, “that I don’t—? I don’t under—I don’t understand. What are you—”
“You know how I feel about you!” Roxanne cries, slamming her hands down on the mattress and fixing him with a glare through the tears blurring her eyes. “You felt it! Stop pretending like you didn’t! I get that you don’t want me and that’s—” she drags her hand over her face “—fine! But don’t pretend—”
“That wasn’t you—” Megamind says, eyes wide. “That wasn’t you feeling that. That was all—you don’t—you told me you wanted the bond gone!”
“When the hell did I say that?” Roxanne demands, furious and still crying. “Was it during one of your hallucinations?”
“Those are beside the point!” Megamind says. “They happen when I don’t sleep at all for more than a week and—you did say it! You said it the day the mark appeared! You said, ‘ugh, what is this thing’ and you said ‘get it off of me’ and you tried to wipe it away and—”
“I didn’t know what it was!” Roxanne shouts. “You didn’t tell me what it was! How the hell was I supposed to—”
“You don’t even like me!” Megamind shouts back.
Roxanne’s mind goes white with fury. She swings her legs over the side of the bed and stands, not bothering to cover herself with the sheet, not bothering with anything but moving towards Megamind.
A look of alarm flashes over his face; he backs up a handful of steps, but then his back hits the wall. There’s nowhere for him to go and Roxanne is right in front of him, blocking him.
“Don’t like you?” she repeats, voice low and dangerous. “You fucking idiot.”
(*shivers* Roxanne is so beautiful when she’s angry.)
“You don’t,” Megamind tells her. “You can’t possibly.”
“Let me show you,” she says, and kisses him.
Fire licks across her wrist and Roxanne licks into Megamind’s mouth, feeling the bond flare to life inside of her head. She reaches for the connection and pours as much love as she can through it, directly into his mind.
The fire/love metaphor again!
Megamind makes a noise beneath her mouth and she feels the slow-dawning wonder in his thoughts, feels the moment that he starts to believe her, feels the joy that bursts inside of him, and then a pulse of love singing all along their connection. And it’s not an echo of her own feelings—it’s from him—he feels it; he feels it, too, and Roxanne lets him push her gently backwards towards the bed again.
Later, she wakes up to find Megamind leaning on one elbow next to her, tracing the lines of his name on her wrist. Roxanne takes his hand and presses a kiss to her own name on his wrist.
Megamind smiles like magnesium fire flaring to life and leans in to kiss her.
The ‘flaring to life’ line evokes both the magnesium fire and the catalyst of the bond, and it’s important that it flares ‘to life’—this moment is about a beginning, about living (happily ever after).
And we finally get to see Megamind smile.
#dvd commentary meme#write your name in fire on my skin#megamind#megamind/roxanne#still working gradually through the requests for the dvd commentary meme!#mycatisis
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