#so you can imagine the fucken state im in

[coldresolve]

hi, anon who asked about your writing process here 👋

i have returned from the trenches (university tests) to ask some specific(ish) questions.

1. how do you choreograph fights? they're quite easy to follow along, exciting/unique, and still maintain a sense of realism, all of which i tend to struggle with.

2. how do you write renee's internal monologue, especially when it comes to his little panicked moments and varying pacing?

3. how do you build and release tension so effectively in the story itself? obsessed with the "Renee stops running" part

4. how do you switch perspectives fluidly?

ik it's a lot of questions, but this is the condensed version so i count it as a win (?)

my favourite way to procrastinate recently has been annotating mm and i just. need to understand how your writing brain works a little. thanks :)

obligatory 'writing is subjective so take what you find useful and discard the stuff doesnt apply to you' and 'im not an expert in anything, this is just the shit i try to keep in mind' and 'i may sound disjointed as hell cause its 4am 5am and i cant sleep' etc

under a cut for mercy reasons

writing fight scenes

things you need to set up for your readers: character drives and aim with the fight itself, the stakes of losing, and how it all ties in with your wider story

things for you to keep in mind: how much fighting experience your character have, how your character's state of mind affects their behavior, their relationship to violence and/or how far they're willing to go

subverting expectations will keep people on their toes. this can be as simple as changing the stakes of the fight midway through, or having a character do something that isn't typical for them (which you should set up before so it doesnt feel too out of place)

make each (or most) impact/s mean something. getting kicked in the side of the mid-thigh will make a character limp for a bit; a hard enough hit to the liver will make anyone crumple; etc. dont make your characters, no matter how badass theyre supposed to be, immune to this, since that would erase the stakes entirely

fights are usually chaotic and short-lived. depends on what genre you're writing, though

give your characters (short) moments to react to what their opponent is doing/trying to do. dialogue is cool, but keep it sparse. people generally don't prioritize clever quips when theyre beating the shit out of each other. sometimes a simple "motherfucker" is enough

im bad at this one but characters using their environment during fights is fucken nice and helps with immersion

fights are more or less just a string of reaction-action over and over, and it can get sort of repetitive going back and forth to describe every punch, since it removes your reader's ability to imagine or read between the lines. meanwhile, if you never go deeper than 'they exchanged blows', you lose all sense of atmosphere - it's not supposed to feel like a detached news report, you want your readers to be there. so writing fight scenes is basically a balancing act in detail - how much to show, how much to suggest. whats the right answer? there is none, sorry. no two authors will have the same approach, but both can pump out riveting shit with wildly different approaches. its something you learn over time. im personally in the lots-of-detail camp

people will tell you that sentence length matters, but thats bullshit imo, it's just about using flow effectively. a good example of what i mean: short sentences make the pace seem quicker, but run-on sentences in particular have this neat thing where they can make your readers almost out of breath by the end of it, which is also pretty useful when you're writing something high-tension.

there's tons more shit than this but my brain is a puddle of goo, so

renee's internal monologue

ayyy! internal monologue is your opportunity to shovel around the grey matter of your characters, its the Good Stuff imo. in the case of mm, the plot is largely driven by character development, so its been hella important to me to express why each character (except davin) does what they do, what thought process lead them to change their minds, and in renee's case - the flaws in his reasoning, the lies he tells himself, and how he reacts when those things no longer help him cope with what he's done

pacing is sth im insanely mindful of but unable to effectively put into words lmfao. if you mean renee's entire internal arc, it follows the narrative tension in the story; renee is the protagonist, he's the one driving the plot forward. as for pacing out any internal monologue itself, i try to have it follow somewhat of a 3 beat structure with setup/elaboration/conclusion (most of what i write happens in 3s), but some monologues have veered off if i felt like it was called for (it's a vibes thing). flow is important: one thought has to lead to the next, and it has to reach a "logical" conclusion (whatever the character decides is logical at that point of their arc). it has to be relevant to the plot obv, and the atmosphere also has to compliment the scene/chapter it exists in. otherwise, yeah, like. theres not much of a difference between pacing a normal scene and pacing an internal monologue

building and releasing tension

idk if you saw it but i made a whole post squeezing mm into a model for narrative tension here

so ok, listen. this is all wishy washy and means nothing, except it means everything. its the entire structure of your story which is pretty important, but like also its just a vibe thing. the reason you've heard about setup/payoff in writing advice circles is because of the build and release of tension. it's a pacing thing. if you set something up without having a payoff down the line, unless you're writing a mystery and your setup is a red herring, your readers are gonna come away disappointed. it's about what rhythm you've established and how an average person might expect it to continue. we're making music here. if you payoff something (payoff is a verb now) without having set it up previously, you've essentially just smashed all the piano keys in the middle of claire de lune with no warning. and you can do that, but you have to know that that's what you're doing, otherwise its gonna sound like you smashed all the keys solely to keep your audience on edge, even though it adds nothing to the song itself. this is all pacing. everything is pacing, including tension

building and releasing tension is about making music. you typically start out low and then you gradually turn it up. and you might have a moment where it gets a little low again but now the audience knows its been up there before so there's more intrigue, you've set an expectation. and then you build it and you take it a little further than the last time. you add harmonics maybe, if harmonics are your thing. you keep teasing the climax. that sounds like sex and to be fair music is kinda like sex. so is narrative tension. you add a funky little kazoo in there an the crowd definitely did not expect that, but if you've got a vision, you might just pull it off. it's about atmosphere. you're not just setting up for the grand finale, you're setting up a hundred tiny peaks along the way, meeting each as you go. it's like you're walking toward the harvest while hauling the plow behind you. (that made no sense. kinda like sex.*) (*= i'm ace). and then eventually, bam, cymbals and headbanging and shit. if you've done your due diligence in the gradual buildup, that release feels earned

switching perspective

i may be stupid and/or just kinda tired but i dont understand this question rn lmfao. ig i just treat it like i would going from any one scene to another

in conclusion

thank u for the questions. apologies for making it weird. in my defense, it is very difficult to explain pacing, and also its 5am now

[scover-va]

vallamir for the ask meme?

(Ask meme here)

Sexuality HC: I dont really teeechnically have a hard answer for this one but given i technically cant imagine him with a woman im gonna say gay. Period question mark. Probably for the better /j “Women suck lol just date a guy boom problem solved. I got so much in common with guys like bein a guy” lookin ass

Gender HC: He’s like if a genderless person was a guy. Yknow? Like real answer he’s. Yknow. Technically got nothing going on AND can shapeshift which is very genderless coded to me (source: im nonbinary) but also hes a guy. Not just bc hes. Yknow. Designed and programmed to be a guy. But hes a guy as a state of being. His gender is “fat hairy guy absolutely workin that grill in a hawaiian t-shirt and khakis and crocs”

Ship I have with said character: i cannot technically earnestly answer this one bc my gf and i have a joke ship between him and one of her ocs bc theyre both insufferable. But him and Irving is funny to me as a backup answer

Brotp: Chandrelle in a frenemies way. They hate each other and want to kill each other (specifically post Secrets Failure) but also. You live in someones head / have someone living in ur head long enough and you guys to end up having this weird fucked up understanding of each other. Also them gossiping is funny to me

Notp: Also Chandrelle. In most cases. One (1) person in this fandom has presented it in a silly enough way that i can get behind it but in most cases its just not my cup of tea. Mostly bc of the gay hc thing but also i just think they want to tear each other to shreds sooooo

A random hc: Irving doesnt think to remove the orbs of power (or just doesnt want to) hence why Vallamir’s able to p much blow up the inn in that one ending. And also hes forever a fat hairy guy in goofy clothes to me if he takes on a human shape that guy is NOT a twink or muscular. I say this all very affectionately. Also he taught Chandrelle at some point how to roll a joint or whatever the hell the phrasing is. Yknow what i mean. They were left alone for several fucken years they gotta develop hobbies in that time

General opinion: Was kinda negative-leaning-neutral at first bc he just kinda bugged me but hes grown on me in a ‘yeah that guy is silly goofy’ way. Mostly bc of the fandom i think tho

[oniongarlic]

The furnace used to turn on randomly and every time id get the most insane boost of dopamine from getting to experience warmth again. And to think, someday soon, possibly even tomorrow, ill return to the blissful paradise that is an adequately heated house.

[softearedyoda]

GENDER DYSPHORIA

ok so yes i have been scrolling through the kalvin garrah tag and i realised that a lot of people on this website, especially young trans folk have contrasting views on what gender dysphoria is and isn’t. I realise that not everyone has access to the DSM which has the LITERAL definition and usage of it so here it is.

1. What is Gender Dysphoria?

ok so cool, most of yall understand that. but the actual causes of distress are pretty broad. And as a side note:

yes that does mean that 1. nonbinary people are acknowledged and included in the medical definition of transgenderism and 2. they can experience gender dysphoria.

Since i doubt you guys are literal children, I’ve only screenshotted the adult/ adolescent diagnostic criteria for dysphoria:

whoah! check it out! dysphoria includes non physical elements as well! and only two criterion are needed to fit the diagnosis of gender dysphoria. So it is possible (and very common) to be perfectly comfortable with your body yet still experience dysphoria through social (5), or emotional (4 and 6) distress. 

Take note of B. though, these experiences have to be associated with clinically significant distress or impairment.

In other words, you might think that you don’t experience dysphoria, but from a purely ‘dictionary-definition’ stand point, you might. Of course in real life applications, labels are 100% your own choice, im not saying ‘all trans people have dysphoria whether they want it or not’, im just saying that the definition of dysphoria is a lot more broad than you might think.

2. Do You Need Dysphoria To Be Trans?

short answer: NO

long answer:

the DSM openly acknowledges that not all trans people experience dysphoria

Thats right! look back at that big fucken pink diagnostic box! look at how general those criteria are! you could experience none of that, not. one. thing. and you would still be trans.

ok so thats all the DSM stuff but i just wanted to add. i think the whole ‘you can only be trans if you experience dysphoria’ thing not only doesn’t make sense, but is also harmful. I mean, that implies that a trans man could be living stealth, absolutely embedded into his community as a man but he would have to be living in a permanent state of distress otherwise he isn’t trans. like, no. That’s terrible. 

This whole rhetoric dooms trans individuals to a life of suffering, embeds it into their identities, forces it onto impressionable trans kids. imagine that! being told that not only do you have to hate yourself, but that you will have to do that for the rest of your life. that’s unhealthy, hell that’s fucking dangerous.

anyway please reblog this, repost it, whatever i dont care, i’m just so sick of seeing discourse on this aaaaa

[bangchanmango]

Closer (chan imagine/drabble)

Genre: Smut + Angst + Fluff

Pairing: Bangchan + Reader

Imagine in which you and chan can’t be in a relationship but u pull some strings and try to make it work lol and yall fuck a lil issa lowkey FWB kinda vibe 

Word Count: 2,434 (shes kinda long i got carried away)

Turning over again on the opposite side of the bed with a huff you starred at your wall blankly. You’ve been in bed for 4 hours already and not the slightest bit of sleepiness had occurred. Your mind wandered back to the same thought it had been circulating these past few hours but you squinted your eyes shut attempting to erase that idea from your head. You pondered on it for a while longer, what could go wrong you’ve done this countless times but you always promised yourself you’d stop right after it was over. One more time couldn’t hurt if this was just a constant cycle. Reaching your epiphany, you jolted upright to the edge of the bed facing your nightstand and you grabbed your phone, your hands tingling as you searched your contacts. After 2 short rings he answered.

“hello?” his deep voice resounded from your ear sending small tingles all the way to the bottoms of your feet.

“channie..” you whispered, suddenly feeling small and embarrassed.

“hm?” he hummed back

“can you come sleep with me, I feel lonely” you pouted, the tingles in your body moving around in an uncontrollable speed as you waited for his answer though you knew what it would be.

He let out a small giggle through his nose before responding

“I’ll be there in 15 minutes.”

After you two said your goodbyes and hung up, you sprung out of bed growing anxious as each second passed. You fiddled with your bedsheets, perfecting the pillows, You turned on your oil diffuser which released the soothing smell of lavender to the air, You quickly picked up the embarrassing amount of wrappers near your couch in the living room. Just as you closed the lid on the trashcan you heard the small melodic beeps from your door. He was here. Your heart took a violent dip down to your stomach as you watched the doorknob turn, the door slowly opening. Your heart taking the best of you, you ran towards the opening door and into his surprisingly open arms. He wrapped his hands around your waist while you tightly wrapped your arms around his neck taking in his scent.

“were you waiting for me at the door” he softly giggled leaving a kiss on your cheek.

“maybe” you smiled never loosing eye contact.

“I missed you.” He practically whispered onto your lips before he closed the empty space with his own lips.

The last time you saw chan was a few days ago, barely even a week had passed but it felt like it had been at least 3 months.

His hand caressed your jaw as the two of you kissed, his soft lips melting into yours. You felt him smile into the kiss and you gently pulled back looking into his brown eyes.

“what” you softly whispered staring back into his lips.

“you always taste like vanilla”

“is that a good thing” you smirked

“yeah but I always have to eat vanilla ice cream now to remind me of you”

You felt your cheeks begin to heat up at his sudden compliment and he giggled.

“lets go to bed cutie, isn’t that why im here, to be your sleeping pill” he said grabbing your wrist and dragging you into your bedroom.

“I guess” you pouted.

Yeah you invited him here to help you sleep but you didn’t wanna sleep yet…he just got here you wanted to talk to him until you were sleepy.

He comfortably laid his backpack down by your bedside table and made his way into your bathroom in which you followed him. He was brushing his teeth.

“what” he asked after spitting out his mouthful of paste.

“what?”

“youre looking at me” he stuck the toothbrush back into his mouth and began brushing again

“oh I didn’t realize.”

You watched him proceed to wash his face as you were sat on the countertop waiting for him to be done. He dried off his face with the small towel and smiled at you.

“am I that interesting?”

“no I just like looking at you”

This time you noticed his cheeks turning into a dusty rose color.

“lets go” he quickly said and carried you bridal style from the countertop all the way to your bed. He then crawled into your pastel sheets and looked over to you waiting for you to follow suit. Once you were inside he wrapped his strong arms around you and you could’ve sworn he could hear your heart beating out of your chest.  The room was dark and silent now so you were sure he could hear your heartbeat. The only light was from your oil diffuser which changed colors every few seconds. After a few more moments of silence you heard chans soft breathing. Was he asleep already?

“no im not” he said.

“huh”

“im not asleep yet”

“did I say that outloud?” you gasped and he burst out laughing.

“no but I feel you looking at me”

“then look at me” you prompted and he did.

You both stared at each other for a small while but he pulled your face closer and begun to kiss you again almost the exact state in which you left off. The kiss was full of passion it was as if you two couldn’t keep your lips away from each other for more than a nanosecond. He shifted up into the headboard and pulled you up on top of him, he brushed the hair in your face away and wrapped it around your ear.

“beautiful I can kiss you forever.” He grabbed both your wrists and pulled your body to his proceeding to kiss you, his hands moving to your behind. Your hands massaged his fluffy curls and his squeezed your ass as the kiss got even deeper. You could feel his growing member beneath you as you were straddling him already. You kissed his bottom lip gently moving down his face to his neck careful not to leave any marks. You then pulled your shirt over your head leaving yourself in only your undergarments.  He followed your actions his hands only leaving your body to take off his own shirt exposing his toned body. You bit your lip and he giggled slowly unhooking your bra and letting it slide down to your elbows which caused him to groan.

“I cant believe we’ve seen each other naked already at least a million times but we always act like it’s the first” he kissed your cheek softly and you laughed.

“channie” you partly moaned as you were already grinding on his hardening member, “why do I always miss you so much”

He looked up into your eyes shutting his own tightly and letting out a deep breath before he opened his eyes again.

“I always miss you too, so fucken much” he hooked his thumbs into the band of your underwear controlling the movement of your hips. You hovered your hips over him and began to slide off your underwear. He bit his bottom lip watching you as he did the same. He guided you back onto his lap pulling you back in for a kiss.

“You’re the prettiest girl in the world.” His finger coiled around a lock of your hair starring deeply into your eyes causing you to blush again. Your hands travelled down his defined chest lovingly stroking every groove until you felt him twitch under you making you gasp.

“Sorry” He blushed

You circled your hips around earning a pained expression from him.

“Baby” He groaned placing his hand on one of your thighs and gripping onto it.

You then straddled yourself over his length slowly sinking into him, the both of you panting heavily. Chan held onto your hips slowly thrusting into you while you wrapped your arms around his neck. He peppered your face with kisses as well as leaving open mouthed kisses onto your shoulders.  You contributed moving your hips up and down matching his speed. Chan swirled his thumbs against the inside of your thighs making the hairs on your back stand up. He looked up into your eyes and smiled sweetly. You felt the pit in your stomach growing bigger as the thrusts increased in speed. He swiveled around inside of you causing you to loudly moan onto his lips.

“Deeper chan” you whispered into him and he kissed the tip of your nose in reply bringing your legs closer creating a position that allowed him to do as you pleased.

“fuck” he panted as you desperately rode yourself onto him.

“ohmygod just like that chan” you praised his slow yet deep thrusts that managed to take your breath away.

“im almost there baby” he shakily whispered. He grabbed your hips thrusting you into himself. You felt yourself fall into bliss as you felt your high quickly approaching holding onto chans shoulders to keep yourself upright.

“Chan” you cried out as you felt your release along with his warmth as well.

He quickly pulled you into a deep long kiss, the two of you still connected as you both rode out your highs. You remained with your hands on his shoulders and his around your waist.

“Damn.” Chan breathed .

“What?” You shyly giggled

“I love you”

You blinked back at him as he stared at you mesmerized.

“I’m gonna go shower, you wanna come?” You hopped off his lap and gathered fresh pieces of clothing from your drawers.

“I showered at the dorms before I came, im ok.”

“Ok ill be back then.” With that you left him alone for 20 minutes while you had a breakdown in the bathroom.

It wasn’t that you didn’t like him in fact you were in love with him too for quite a long time actually but why did that sentence when said outloud catch you so offguard then. After realizing you’d been in the bathroom too long you slowly stepped out quietly making your way back to the bed where Chan was waiting sitting upright scrolling through his phone.

“Your back” He smiled sweetly and put his phone back on your nightstand opening his arms waiting for your embrace. You complied, diving into his smooth bare chest your legs wrapping around one of his clothed legs. He laid down slowly bringing you down with him and you took your familiar position. Your head against his neck arms around his torso and both your legs intertwined while he stroked your hair. Normally you’d quickly fall asleep right away in this position but you were more awake than ever.

“I hate this” Chan broke the still silence after a menacing 5 minutes.

“Should I turn on some music or-

“No I hate this” His hands gestured in between both your bodies.

“what do you mean?” You questioned breaking away from his hold, sitting up to look at him.

“I hate us , you know?”

“Chan..what?” You asked in a small voice, afraid of what was gonna come next. You couldn’t lose him no matter what, even the mere thought of him not in your life made life seem like it wasn’t worth living.

“what are we?” He asked bitterly.

You stood silent.

“I hate that when we’re together all we do is have sex, don’t get me wrong I clearly love our sex, but I want more than that. I want to talk to you I want to know how your day was I want to go out with you I want to take you places introduce you to people I want to show you my music I want-“ he sighed, “I just want you to be with me.”

“You know that cant happen.”

“Yes I know that but cant we just do what we want for once. I mean this started out as us avoiding each other at all costs because we didn’t want to confront our feelings, then deciding to let each other be friends  but our feelings became too evident, now we express our feelings openly but only through sex.” He sighed again. “It first started lustful and needy but lately its been so passionate and intimate because there's no other way for us to get closer. I cant take it anymore I wanna show you that but with words with actions.”

You stood quiet as he bit his lip in frustration, his eyes glistening with tears.

“Chan, we can’t do this. You know that. we agreed we would keep it this way, it’s the best for us and everyone around us as well.”

“I know but I just love you too much I cant keep doing this im sorry but I really cant, it hurts me I feel like i'm taking advantage of you.”

“Then..what do you want?”

“I want you to be my girlfriend”

“Chris-

“I don’t care anymore I don’t care what anyone says or does I want you to be my girlfriend I’m tired of pleasing everyone. I want to do this, for us.”

You stared at him your heart heavy and sad yet still tingling because butterflies just never left you alone whenever you were with him. His glistening brown eyes filled with sadness tinged your heart making you want to burst out crying.

“Ok.”

“W-What? What do you mean ok?” His expression changed from devastation to hopeful.

“I’ll be your girlfriend.” You smiled.

“Really!!?” He exclaimed, standing on your mattress with his knees looking at you with wide eyes.

You nodded and he abruptly picked you up off the bed carrying you in his arms spinning around as he laughed. Once he stopped spinning he set you down on the floor and pulled you into his arms giving you a deep kiss. When he pulled back he looked at you his eyes almost twinkling despite the dim lights in the room.

“I love you Chan”

He smiled widely, his eyes turning into half-moons.

“I love you more my princess”

“Stooop” You giggled and fell onto the bed in embarrassment.

“What? Did you forget that now that you’re my girlfriend I get to call you baby all I want and you cant cringe anymore.” He climbed back onto the bed sitting next to you against the headboard putting his arm around you while you lay your head on his shoulder.

“Since when was that a rule??”

“I can call you princess, baby, babe, um babygirl-“

“chAN STOP.” You exclaimed and he laughed hysterically

“ok fine…baby” You swatted his arm away from you and sunk down into your sheets as Chan laughed at you.

Finally, the two of you were happy.

A/N

AHHHHHHHHHHH MY FIRST POST I HOPE YALL LIKE IT!! I WROTE THIS A WHILE AGO WHEN I WAS PROCRASTINATING DURING FINALS WEEK, IM ON SUMMER VACATION NOW AND IM PLANNING TO POST A LOT MORE IF U HAVE ANY REQUESTS PLSLPLS SUBMIT ANYTHING U WANT ME TO DO IT COULD BE IMAGINES REACTIONS ANYTHING IDC ILL WRITE ANYTHING IM JOBLESS. 

[experla]

LA PLANATE SAUAVE (1973)

now how did this necessarily make me feel? i had a really good sleep after watching this last night. the 70′s was a crazy time and I am simply stating this based on what I take in psychology. all sorts of experiments proposed with art, very trippy in its nature, drugs, mostly psychedelics I assume? and generally using people like they're mice stuck in a maze. yeah zimbardo you. 

the art was the first thing I noticed. it provoked a great sense of isolation in me, like im separated from all things humans. and that would make sense as the Oms (human beings) were used as playthings by the Draags (weird giant blue people) I felt derived from all things natural, no landscapes that im used to, no animals that im used to. it felt like a new environment and it made me feel very uneasy.  I did however appreciate it a lot as I can simply imagine how much time that took? Terr carrying the device knowledge symbolised it being such a heavy yet freeing thing, co-existing in a way. it felt as though Terr was allowed to be introduced to this knowledge with his right to move freely taken away. but the ending was a peaceful one, as the Draags Surender due to the fact that their weird intergalactic love making statues are destroyed (the fucken 70′s I swear) 

the Oms utilised the knowledge. I appreciated that so much, it almost renewed a feeling in me, that indeed knowledge matters. many times I wonder, why the fuck does everyone ponder on about education and how it matters? realistically speaking ill never probably be placed in a situation where I have to apply knowledge like the Oms have, but simply seeing it being used in such manner and the persistent need that occurred within them towards this...urge to know is absolutely intriguing to me. because as much as I want to know, im okay with knowing nothing, however I want to know everything now. what an idealistic thing to reach for. everything can never be known. I do envy the Draags, as they have this ability to have information embedded into their minds. god they're so fucking lucky. 

the creativity is top notch in this. many times I stared at my screen like how'd they come up with this? it was also freeing to see this much creativity unleashed before my eyes. now I also feel the need to express.

negative opinions? at times it was boring. but thats just me. I took a break to masturbate. 

[gamegrumpiess]

Don't Forget About Me PART ONE?

Its been a fucken minute. I've been working a lot really. Trying to get my place together since I moved and what not. I have free time again! So here you go. Also! If you want me to continue this, let me know!

Dan x Reader

Warnings? Might be a bit sad, but nothing worth crying over.

You can request some shit!

(y/m/n) - your mom's name

(y/l/n) - your last name

(h/t)- home town

~~~~~~~

~1992~

Young Danny's POV

"Dan! Dinners ready!" My mom yells from downstairs. "I'll be right there!" I pause my game and make my way down. It's been freezing in my room lately, New Jersey winter really taking a toll on our house. The heater isn't installed yet, though I wish it was. I only have so many blankets.

"Dana, Leigh, there's new neighbors across the street. They've been here for about a week, I met the woman and her fiance last night, but her kids weren't home. I think it'd be a good idea to welcome them all. After dinner we'll all go down together. Is that a good idea?" My mom and dad have always been really nice like that. I feel wave of anxiety rush over me, it's not that I don't want to meet them, I just feel weird going to their house just to introduce ourselves. Dana nods her head and goes back to eating her soup, so content with her life. I'm not looking forward to this...

After we all finish eating, my mother tells us to get ready and look decent for the neighbors. What would 'decent' be? A regular shirt with jeans? I'll be in my jacket so I guess it really doesn't matter. After I get myself together, I walk downstairs to see Mom and Dad waiting for me and Dana. "Alright, let's go guys!" Dana comes out of her room dressed and ready as well. "I'm ready!" She yells with her childish voice. At least she's excited, because I'm not.

*ding ding dong ding*

A woman opens the door with a smile. "Oh, hello Debbie! What brings you here?" My mom smiles back at the woman, "I thought we could all come welcome you to the neighborhood!" The woman looks shocked a bit before she opens the door wide and invited us all in. "So this is my husband, call him Avi, my daughter Dana, and my son Leigh. He likes to be called Daniel, though." The woman smiles and shakes my dad's hand and mine. Dana has gotten a little bit shy, so the woman kneels down to her height. "Hi Dana, I'm (y/m/n). I work with kids your age all the time! You know, we have a pet turtle, his name is Cheesy. Would you like to meet him?" Dana's eyes light up at what (y/m/n) said. She nods her head frantically as the woman points to a glass talk with rocks and a little bit of water. "He's right there. Go ahead and talk to him!" As Dana runs to look at, what I assume is Cheesy, the woman turns back to us. "My fiance is at work right now. But my daughter and son are here. Y/N!" (Y/m/n) yells upstairs. "I'm coming!!" A little voice yells back. A girl came downstairs into view. She looks my age, but I haven't seen her at school, is she new? "This is my daughter, y/n. My younger son, Jacob is taking a nap in his room. Shes been working on her room all day." My mom smiles at y/n, "hey y/n! How old are you? Do you go to school here yet?" Y/n looks down, clearly a little shy. "I'm 12 years old... I don't go to school yet here, I'm new, I kind of don't want to." She states truthfully. She's only a year younger than me, but she seems very mature for a 12 year old. Then again, I'm kind of mature for a 13 year old.

As time goes on, y/n and her mom start breaking out of their she'll a little bit. Ms (y/l/n) says they just moved here from (h/t), she left her husband a while back and met a man who lived here. So I guess the man who lives here now isn't y/n's and Jacob's actual dad. Something about that is really sad to me, I have both of my parents. I can't really imagine what it's like to only have one in your life. "Is y/n going to go to the same school as Leigh?" I knew that question would come up. And turns out, yes she will. I'm not really complaining. At least she'll have one person she knows. I'm not entirely popular at all, but at least she won't be alone. Y/n looks at me and smiles. She really does have a sweet smile.

~later that night~

"Debbie, she's out there again! Poor kid, I hope she's okay." My dad calls out to my mom. "She's out there almost every night. Do you think she's okay?" I get curious and look at the time. 10:18 pm. Who would be out this late? Sure, it's a Saturday, but it's so cold outside this time. It's probably going to snow soon. I walk out to my mom and dad to see what's going on. "Who's outside?" Mom points out the window and I look out to see a figure sitting in the empty driveway across the street. "Almost every night, y/n just sits on the cold driveway. Her mom works graveyard shifts a lot. I wouldn't doubt it if she's home alone, poor thing." My mom puts her hand over her heart and looks down, her motherly instincts kicking in. "Leigh, could you please go out there and see if she's okay? She's always out there for hours at a time." I comply to what my mom says, mostly because I don't want to disappoint her by saying no. Also, I'm a little curious as well as to why she's out in the cold so late.

Y/n POV

Space is so cool. I've loved the stars and planets since I was a baby. On the nights when my mom is working, Jacob stays with my stepdad at his place. He's only 5, I get it. At this point I'm used to being alone. It's not a bad thing. I like it. When I was younger my dad would always leave me by myself so he could work. I was old enough to take care of myself though, little 7 year old me. I would do this back then as well. Sit outside and look at the sky. Even on days when the sky would be covered by clouds, I'd still stare In wonder above.

I hear a door close across the street and a skinny boy huddled up in jackets walk out of it. I hope he's not coming here, I'm not good with boys one on one. They make me feel awkward. Plus, he's a good looking boy. That makes it way worse. "Y/n, right?" He's standing right above me. I smile slightly, "Yeah, that's right. Aren't you cold?" He's very skinny, probably doesn't have body heat of his own like me. Im on the thicker side of the wall when it comes to looks. I'll probably always will be, but that okay. "Yes I'm freezing. But I saw you out here and I thought I should ask if you're okay."

I look up at him, "I'm okay. I just like looking at the stars. I'd rather be out here looking at the sky than in a quiet house." I tell him truthfully. "Are you home alone?" I nod and smile. "Yea, my mom works at the children's hospital and my little brother is with my stepdad at his house. I dont go because my stepsisters don't really like me. Which is fine, I don't really like them either." He sits down by me, criss crossed and hands in his pockets. "Are you okay on your own, though? My mom is worried too." His mom? Why would she be worried about me? I guess I am out here a lot. "Tell your mom im fine, and thank you for worrying. I appreciate that." He looks back to his house and then to me again. "Do you want me to sit here with you for a bit?" I smile again, "Sure. Just don't get frostbite in my driveway." He laughs and I join in as well.

~1997~

Y/n POV

I've known Dan for almost 6 years now. Since that night he'd be sitting on my driveway with me any chance we could. He's grown up a lot, but so have I. I'm proud of him, really. He just graduated high school, the only thing is, he's leaving for college. I still have 12th grade left. It sucks, my best friend is leaving. In the 6 years I've known him, I've grown to have a massive crush on him. He's gotten a lot taller, his hair has grown more, he's just this tall silly nerd. I'm not one for cliche cheesiness... But I really do love him. The times hes had girlfriends, it's been pretty painful. There's been more than a few nights when I'm on the driveway alone, or I'd have to eat lunch with Joe and Dylan alone because he'd be out with his girlfriend at that time. I'd be in pain, but I would never let it get to me. If he's had other girlfriends, it's clear he doesn't like me like that. And that's fine, I'm okay with just being his friend. As long as he's in my life at all I'm okay.

But he's leaving.

Dan's POV

My last night here in New Jersey is tonight. The flight for Boston leaves tomorrow morning, early as hell too. I'd have to go to bed soon if I really want to catch it. My room looks so empty... All my memories of growing up are in this exact house. I went to go see Ms (y/l/n) earlier today and say goodbye before she went to work, even said bye to Jacob. Y/n wasn't there, (y/m/n) said she was at band practice. I told her not to worry, I'll probably see y/n tonight since I usually sit with her in her driveway at night. Luckily, it's not cold anymore. Summer weather keeping me cool enough to not wear shorts, though. I walk out and see y/n sitting where she usually sits. Except now with a cat in he shirt to keep the cat warm in the cool weather. She looks up at me and waves, and I can't help but smile a little and wave back before starting to walk over.

If I had a choice, I'd take her with me. She's my best friend, I don't want to leave her alone. Joe and Dylan are leaving as well, she'll be alone at school and she'd have no one to sit with at night in her driveway. 6 years spent with her, and I wouldn't want to change it for the world. She's a really good friend.

"Hey.." she says, careful not to wake the cat in her lap. "Hey, I'm leaving tomorrow morning.. I wanted to come say bye to the cat." I say jokingly. She rolls her eyes and nudges my leg as I sit beside her. "Shut up, Dan. I can't believe it, you're going to college." I can't help but agree. I shake out my hair a little bit. "Yup. I really want to be a musician, but my dad said hed pay for my college if I go into advertising. I really don't want to, but I cant pay for myself on my own." She pets the cat again and shrugs. "Soon enough, you will be a musician. You'll have thousands of fans, be on stage rocking out like you've always wanted. You'll have people recognize you in the street wanting a picture and an autograph. You'll be so successful, as long as you put your passion in it." I can't help but smile at her. That is my dream, always has been. "It's gonna be weird without you guys. Senior year... I have one more year before I leave too," she looks at the sky again. "It's kinda scary. I won't be a kid anymore. Growing up in general is scary." I grab her shoulder and look in her eyes. "Hey don't talk like that. You're gonna be a great voice actress like you've always wanted to be. You might even become a singer too. You have to put passion in it too. You'll be in all your favorite anime shows, and video games. You can do it too. Don't forget that." She looks down and nods. "I will. Hey promise me something though." I look at her and encourage her to go on. "Don't forget about me. I know you're gonna grow up and find all the success in the world, just don't forget about this time in your life. Our friendship, who you are. Don't forget, please." I give her a sad smile and lean in to hug her. "I could never forget about you. You're one of my best friends. Don't worry. I'll keep in touch as much as possible, I promise." She smiles and hugs back. I start to walk back to the house when I hear her call my name again, "Dan!......." I turn back to her and she looks down before looking back up to me. "Be safe out there." She stares at me and I nod. "You too, y/n.."

To be continued?~

[verdigrisprowl]

Feb 15 Blurr’s Horror Stream - Children of the Corn

An Insecticon showed up. Prowl panicked and left. He forced himself to come back. He had to keep a hand on his neck the whole time to keep himself from panicking, but he successfully managed not to panic. He’s getting better at handling Insecticons.

It helped that the Insecticon talked like Ben Stein.

Welcome to the 'speedxstealer' room. The chat room has been cleared by the moderator. Dart: [ Running late. Skids into the room and slams down a tray of treats. Phew. Not so late. ] ItsyBitsySpyers: *Soundwave shows up with only Frenzy in tow. Rumble stayed home and the others are busy working right now. He'll peer closely at Dart before taking his usual seat.* Dart: [ waves with a slight smile. ] ItsyBitsySpyers: *Wonders if that new mod made Blurr ill. Hmm.* Dart: [ u will find out because tonight is the reveal all night ] N O S: [ comes skidding in on a cart. He has a CART of snacks] Airachnid: [is just going to flick her glossa in and out and following the cart] Airachnid: [so much for sneaking in like normal] N O S: [ presents the cart ] Snacks for the guests! Airachnid: [happily helps herself, she didn't eat before coming here] Whirl: *trots in, looks around; he tilts his head at his new hosts questioningly, but doesn't say anything* Dart: [ waves at Whirl and Airachnid ] Airachnid: [gives a wave in response before climbing into the hammock] Whirl: *steps further in and just talks to Dart as if he DIDN'T threaten to burn him to death last week* What's the news? ANY news? ItsyBitsySpyers: *Soundwave tilts his helm in Whirl and Dart's direction. Listening again.* Dart: Uh, well... [ looks around ] We'll wait til everyone's settled, all right? Whirl: *arrows his optic, briefly considering throwing his weight around again, before he finally nods; turning away, he bobs his helm cordially at Airachnid* Airachnid: [waves at Whirl before getting more comfortable in the hammock] Whirl: *he does not sit down, but instead, begins pacing* N O S: ... You want something to drink or somethin'? Dart: (( lemme know when you guys are ready. )) Whirl: Nah. Whirl: ((I am!)) ItsyBitsySpyers: ((gimme like 3 min plz)) ItsyBitsySpyers: ((then i will be ready if others are)) Dart: (( mhm! )) N O S: If you say so. Prowl: *belated arrival. sits, dims optics, tunes out world until show starts* N O S: (( and we're back )) Whirl: ((i have, the black screen)) Dart: (( try it now )) Dart: (( It just reset itself again )) Whirl: ((lemme refresh)) N O S: ((mkay )) Whirl: ((THERE we go)) Dart: (anyway. y'all lemme know when you're ready again )) Whirl: ((i am!)) Airachnid: I am)) boomtank: ((ready! ItsyBitsySpyers: ((yup)) Dart: [ looking around at everyone. He hasn't really formally met anyone. ] Dart: [ But, he'll be friendly. For the moment ] Whirl: *has not stopped pacing* Dart: ... You okay? [frowns a little ] Airachnid: [may or may not be watching Whirl] Whirl: What do you THINK? Dart: (( ANYWAY. )) N O S: (( okay are people ready yet? )) Whirl: **yep!)) Airachnid: ye)) Dart: (( everyone else, too? )) Sideswipe: ((yep Dart: (( before my net crashes AGAIN )) Dart: (( anyway im starting ) ItsyBitsySpyers: *Soundwave cautiously taps the avatar. Thing's starting.* Whirl: *leans on the wall by the door and STARES at Dart* FakeProwl: *several seconds of silence; then optics flicker and brighten. small nod of thanks.* Dart: ... What? Dart: [ SIGH ] ItsyBitsySpyers: [[Corn children. ... Seeds?]] ItsyBitsySpyers: *Nods back.* Whirl: What do you mean, what, you idiot? How is he? Any better? Any WORSE? Dart: ... [sighs] Not better. Not worse. Dart: He's just the same. Whirl: *IT'S HIS TURN TO SIGH* Whirl: ((whops all caps)) Airachnid: [since Whirl is preoccupied with other things, she's just going to take up the whole hammock] Sideswipe: -he's here now- Whirl: Any words on your plans? N O S: ... Uh, we're gonna keep working? N O S: We can't stop just because he decided to take a head vacation. Airachnid: [that got violent quickly, she likes it] Whirl: Mmhmm. Whirl: Well. *pings his frequency over* Whirl: Comm me if anything changes, one way or the other. Sideswipe: ....that's an interesting start to a movie N O S: ... I guess. Dart: He means we will. Whirl: ((!! i didn;'t know Linda Hamilton was in this!)) Whirl: ((danny elfman is that u in the ost i hear)) Whirl: (OH NO, IT WAS NOT)) Whirl: You'd BETTER, because if I find out you held out on me, you'll regret it. Dart: We're not sure what to do, honestly. Dart: We should probably tell his friends, though. Whirl: Yeah. There's a few people back home. I'll let 'em know. Dart: (( oh come on internet.. )) Dart: I don't really know who his friends are. Dart: [ looking around ] Other than Drift and you. ItsyBitsySpyers: ((i have audio and no video)) Airachnid: same)) Dart: (( I paused it. )) Sideswipe: ((black screeeeen Dart: (( fuckiing comcast. )) ItsyBitsySpyers: ((there we go)) Whirl: ((goddammit livestream pls)) Whirl: ((and/or internet)) Dart: [ maybe soundwave, but he's never mentioned soundwave. Ravage, yes ] Dart: [ But, he doesn't know what to say so. Shift. Sits down. ] ItsyBitsySpyers: *Soundwave will tell Ravage himself soon.* Whirl: All right. Well. *just sort of trails off* Dart: Axis figured out some things, though. ItsyBitsySpyers: *Also: a serenade. How lucky.* Whirl: I'm out. I'll check with you guys later. *he doesn't feel like sticking around with Blurr half-dead; he can't relax* ItsyBitsySpyers: *Frenzy waves Whirl goodbye* Dart: [ waves a servo ] Whirl: *bobs his helm to Frenzy, and then Airachnid* Airachnid: [oh is he leaving? she waves from the hammock] Whirl: *and then, he is gone* ItsyBitsySpyers: [[Gruesome.]] Dart: [ chin hands. ] Whirl: ((ok, OC incoming, lemme post y'al a ref: Whirl: http://68.media.tumblr.com/54e294d05cac7a4a53a93276f14bafde/tumblr_newh7bf4Vr1qgwdbco1_r1_1280.png FakeProwl: ((is it paused rn?)) Dart: (( no )) ItsyBitsySpyers: ((i don't think so)) FakeProwl: ((NOPE. I WAS JUST FROZEN)) Whirl: ((nah linda hamilton and A Dude are in a car)) Airachnid: A BUGGER??)) Dart: (( want me to pause? )) FakeProwl: ((no i restarted)) Whirl: ((A BIG BUGGER)) Airachnid: YE)) Whirl changed their nickname to Fiasco. Dart: (( okie )) FakeProwl: ((it's going now. a child is running in corn. how far behind am i)) FakeProwl: ((and now there's creepy laughter and a spider)) Dart: (( not that far )) Fiasco: ((CORN LOOMS MENACINGLY)) ItsyBitsySpyers: ((i'm behind you as a matter of fact)) FakeProwl: ((good enough)) Airachnid: I was about to say are you talking about Airachnid cause)) FakeProwl: ((the spider in question was just a wee bit smaller than airachnid)) FakeProwl: *prowl suddenly realizes he has absolutely no idea what's going on* Dart: [ glances at Frenzy ] Hey. Frenzy. [Waves a servo  ] Can I ask you somethin'? FakeProwl: *a diner got massacred while a sick child doodled, and another child got attacked in the plants and then got hit by a car. that's it. he hasn't paid attention to anything else.* ItsyBitsySpyers: \\SUP?\\ FakeProwl: *what the happ is fuckening* Fiasco: *there is a mech standing in your doorway. He's holding what looks to be a screen that was reconstituted into a data pad, and he is one-third again as tall as a average IDW mech* Airachnid: Oh just bury the body and keep going. ItsyBitsySpyers: *Prowl may ask for a recap if he needs one.* Sideswipe: ...I don't think humans do that Dart: [ tilts helm ] Did Blurr say anything while you guys were working on Thundertron's demise? ItsyBitsySpyers: *Soundwave glances at the newbie. Who...?* ItsyBitsySpyers: \\LOTSA STUFF WHAT AIN'T FIT FOR POLITE COMPANY.\\ N O S: [ glances at the door. Double takes. Draws out swivel pistols] Whoa whoa, whoa. Who's this clown? FakeProwl: *... he's gonna.* @Soundwave «I faded out. What happened between the diner massacre and the child getting killed in the plants?» Fiasco: *and when he speaks, his voice is an utterly monotone, lifeless drone. Imagine Ben Srtein, if he were a robot* Excuse me. Is this, in fact, the Emp--*looks up* Sideswipe: Or this one does? Maybe? Airachnid: [who is everyone looking at? she turns and.. oh] FakeProwl: ((insectistein)) Airachnid: [chirps at the newcomer] FakeProwl: ((... bensectistein)) Fiasco: *stares at the drawn pistols; his expression, which is one that is either weariness or boredom, does not changfe* Is this the Emperor. Dart: No, not like... not his usual talk. [ frowns ] I mean, did he do anything weird? Fiasco: ((WIN BENSECTSTEIN'S MONEY)) N O S: Yeah, who's askin'? Fiasco: I am N O S: Who's I? ItsyBitsySpyers: @Prowl: (txt): Little. Human pair celebrated birthday, began job location transfer. Human child attempted departure, stated dislike of environment. Two other children assisted, stayed behind. Fiasco: *looks at his "datapad" and then back up* Is this the movie room. N O S: Yeah... FakeProwl: @Soundwave «Has there been any explanation of the massacre?» Sideswipe: Yep Sideswipe: -points- Movie. There. Fiasco: *his antenna perk up a bit at the chirp and he glances her way, but his expression does not change* ... *looks back to NOS* Then I think I'm in the right place. I'm here to view the film. ItsyBitsySpyers: @Prowl: (txt): Only explanation: Malachi, Isaac perhaps ringleaders. Whole town affected. Nothing else. Fiasco: Are you going to point your guns at me the whole time. N O S: ... Right. [ lets his pistols swivel back ] Not unless you give me reason. N O S: I'm NOS. [points ] That's Dart. We're in charge right now. FakeProwl: *hm. acknowledging ping.* Fiasco: NOS. Dart. *nods* Fiasco. Fiasco: *and now he will duck so he can get through this door and take a seat* ItsyBitsySpyers: *"Fiasco" has a file now.* Airachnid: [she'll watch him now, she hasn't met an Insecticon froma  diffrent reality before] N O S: Fiasco... [ hums and just leans back against the wall ] Fiasco: I don't believe thirteen-thousand-hundred is a number. *abruptly looks to Airachnid* Who are you, and why have you made a sound at me. ItsyBitsySpyers: @Prowl: (txt): Music, games, crayons, drawings forbidden. This, against Malachi, Isaac human rules. Dead child suggested unpleasant end if discovered. FakeProwl: @Soundwave «Is this a new change, or some sort of cult that's been long established?» Airachnid: I'm Airachnid. I sometimes greet mecha like that. Fiasco: Hello, Airachnid. Airachnid: And, I like to see Insecticons, even if they aren't from my home reality. ItsyBitsySpyers: @Prowl: (txt): Initial murders, three years ago. Nothing else known. FakeProwl: @Soundwave «The one in the pinstripes is Isaac?» Fiasco: *his antenna perk up again* Oh? That's not the typical reaction. *he sets his datapad in his lap, aand pauses, eyeing her over* Are you an insecticon? ItsyBitsySpyers: *Tiny nod.* FakeProwl: *there's a new voice. glances toward it?* N O S: What in the pit is an Insecticon? Airachnid: Part Insecticon. ItsyBitsySpyers: \\HIM.\\ FakeProwl: *WHEN DID BOMBSHELL-- avatar spazzes and glitches.* N O S: I see that, obviously. But, what's the special name for? FakeProwl: *goodbye prowl is gone* Fiasco: *pauses and considers the question; he just sits there in silence for a few long moments* If I were to define it, I would say any and all mecha who have the potential to transform into a cyber-insect Fiasco: or retains cyber-insectoid characterstics. But I'm not an expert. N O S: Yeah, well, we've never seen one that looks like you. ItsyBitsySpyers: *What-- oh. Yes. Prowl's thing about Insecticons. He'll ping after to see if Prowl needs anything.* ItsyBitsySpyers: *Frenzy finally remembers he got asked a question* Airachnid: [notices what happened with Prowl] Fiasco: *if he noticed, he gives no sign* ItsyBitsySpyers: \\DON'T THINK SO? AFTER HE GOT THAT THING IN HE WAS LIKE. RUBBIN' HIS HELM 'N STUFF A WHOLE BUNCH.\\ FakeProwl: *pings back. the ping does not say anything. at least he's alive.* ItsyBitsySpyers: \\DUNNO 'BOUT NOTHIN' ELSE.\\ Fiasco: I am a unique specimen. *pause* In a manner of speaking. Fiasco: If we're talking in plain terms, I'm a failed science experiment, but "insecticon" has less syllables. Dart: He was getting a lot of migraines after that thing was installed. That's because his processor can't handle all these upgrades. FakeProwl: ((god i'm remembering cabin in the woods. what was the dude's name--the harbinger?)) Airachnid: I'm more along the lines of "a Allspark abnormality". Dart: [[ yeah ]] ItsyBitsySpyers: *Soundwave acknowledges. He trusts Prowl to message him if he needs something the Constructicons can't offer.* ItsyBitsySpyers: \\SO MAYBE HE BUSTED HISSELF. I AIN'T LEARNED HEAD STUFF.\\ Dart: If he'd busted himself, he'd be offline at least. Dart: The upgrade probably didn't help, but he was picking himself apart before that. Dart: Ever since he came through the bridge in a hurry and threw that tantrum. ItsyBitsySpyers: \\DUNNO 'BOUT NO TANTRUM.\\ ItsyBitsySpyers: \\HE BEEN PICKIN STUFF A LONG TIME THOUGH.\\ Dart: He came home one day and was furious... He almost broke the bridge. ItsyBitsySpyers: \\'N AIN'T NOBODY ASKED HIM HOW COME?\\ FakeProwl: @Soundwave «... Who's the Insecticon?» Fiasco: What is the name of this film? Airachnid: Children of the Corn. Airachnid: Whatever "corn" is. Fiasco: Hm. *fires up his datapad and starts typing carefully* Dart: We asked him. Well, I did. He didn't tell me. ItsyBitsySpyers: @Prowl: (txt): Self-identification: failed science experiment. Designation: Fiasco. Unrecognized. Dart: Right after he came back and calmed down, he said for us to find a ship. So... we found a ship. Airachnid: I hate religous zealots. Fiasco: It's a large grain plant, apparently. FakeProwl: *well. fiasco isn't bombshell.* Fiasco: I believe it's--*points at the screen* the stalks behind them. *holds his datapad up and looks between the two, verifying his identification* Fiasco: I can confirm that that is, in fact, corn. ItsyBitsySpyers: \\HE AIN'T SAID WHY A SHIP?\\ Airachnid: So it's a plant? [that would explain some things] Fiasco: *looks to her and nods* ItsyBitsySpyers: \\HOW COME THERE'S SO MUCH?\\ FakeProwl: *hesitantly flickers back on. hello, prowl is back.* Dart: Pit, I don't know. Fiasco: *looks back to his datapad. Scolls. After a few moments he speaks in that same, dull monotone*Corns are grown in great abundance because they';re used for food. Dart: We went onto the ship and he went ... he just went to town. Killed everyone. Dart: It was fun, but... well, he seemed angry.  Or something. ItsyBitsySpyers: *Ping hello. Quietly moves his fingers until they're bumping Prowl's hand. Hold needed?* FakeProwl: *hold accepted* Fiasco: *does more typing, and falls quiet as he reads* FakeProwl: *warily looks around for fias-- there he is. prowl's gonna keep him in the corner of his optic.* ItsyBitsySpyers: *Good. Laces their fingers tight and shifts his other arm as if he's getting comfortable. Mostly he's just putting it a little more in the way between them.* N O S: So, what are you researching? [breaks apart and reforms by Fiasco ] And how'd you get a hold of us? ItsyBitsySpyers: \\THAT'S A LOTTA FOOD FOR A LIL BUNCHA MINIMEATS.\\ N O S: Ugh, humans eat too much. ItsyBitsySpyers: *Soundwave glances at Dart.* ItsyBitsySpyers: [[What will you do if you cannot bring him around?]] Airachnid: Because they are not efficent enough to get much energy out of the things they consume. Fiasco: *looks up* There was a broadcast, on the multiversal data-net. Dart: [ blinks and looks over at Soundwave ] We... we don't know. Fiasco: I've never seen a film before, so I figured I would do that. N O S: Well, we do this once a week. N O S: I mean, /we/ don't, but Blurr does. He's our Captain. ItsyBitsySpyers: *Soundwave's free hand taps his leg twice while he thinks. He nods. For now.* Fiasco: *silently looks around* Fiasco: Which one of you ius Blurr? Airachnid: He's not here. Dart: He's... out right now. FakeProwl: *tries to refocus on the movie. free hand slides up to cover the back of his neck* Fiasco: Oh. Dart: But, he should be back soon. Dart: We hope. ItsyBitsySpyers: @Prowl: (txt): Hand. Unnecessary. Others will not touch in his presence. FakeProwl: @Soundwave «It helps.» Fiasco: At any rate, I think I am caught up. This is Burt and Vicky, and they are in Gatlin, correct? N O S: Yep. ItsyBitsySpyers: @Prowl: (txt): ...Understood. Other needs? Fiasco: *nods and sets his datapad down again* ItsyBitsySpyers: *He doesn't want others to figure out Prowl's thing but... if Prowl knows and wants his hand there still, he won't argue.* Dart: [ looks at Soundwave, then Frenzy ] Are you sure he didn't tell you anything? FakeProwl: *he slouches forward so his elbow's on his knee. looks more like he's rubbing a crick in his neck than anything.* FakeProwl: *... that's what he's going for, at least.* FakeProwl: @Soundwave «No needs now.» ItsyBitsySpyers: [[Nothing.]] ItsyBitsySpyers: \\SORRY.\\ Dart: [ frowns ] It's all right... Dart: [ rubs helm ] I just thought we could use some key words to snap him out of it. Fiasco: *tilts his head anc glances back Airachnid's way* You say you're part insecticon...? How did you manage to do that? Airachnid: I came out of the Allspark this way. Fiasco: "Allpsark"? ItsyBitsySpyers: *Catching up on the movie's a good distraction, right?* @Prowl: (txt): Murderous corn god cult confirmed. Corn deity guided initial murders. No human adults seen. ItsyBitsySpyers: Human assisting outsiders killed. Outsiders assigned death sentence. Airachnid: The Well of Allsparks, the source of all life on our Cybertron. Fiasco: Oh. Hmm. ...*pulls the datapad right up again* Airachnid: Our sparks rise from our planet's core and we eventually form our frames. ItsyBitsySpyers: [[Perhaps if you knew what put him there to start with. If you do not... then he does not know.]] FakeProwl: @Soundwave «Is there evidence that the "corn deity" actual exists? Or do we only know of its whims through its prophet? Fiasco: *nods absently; for the first time his masked has something close to an expression: he squints as he reads* Dart: He didn't say anything... He just locked himself in his room after the movies that night. Airachnid: To be quite honest, no one really knows why mecha like myself are formed. Some say it's what happens when an Insecticon spark and a normal spark merge while rising in the Well. ItsyBitsySpyers: @Prowl: (txt): Corn deity - [][][]He Who Walks Behind the Rows[][][] - known only through prophet, rapid cloud movement. Fiasco: *sets the datapad down again* I don't think we have one of those, where I'm from. That's interesting. N O S: We don't , either. ItsyBitsySpyers: *Records that bit Airachnid just said. He's never heard that. Fascinating* FakeProwl: *half-listening to the Insecticon's conversation. great, there's a universe where Insecticons occur naturally.* ItsyBitsySpyers: *Of course they do.* FakeProwl: *sounds awful* ItsyBitsySpyers: [[Room logs checked?]] Airachnid: [she's happy to inform] Dart: He never left his room after that night. Dart: And the history of the bridge only showed two destinations. ItsyBitsySpyers: [[Negative. Voice logs.]] Fiasco: *holds his datapad with one primary hand and starts to type with his secondary limbs* Thank you for sharing that. Dart: His comm was disconnected. ItsyBitsySpyers: *Shakes helm. Damn it, Blurr.* Dart: [ frowns ] He didn't visit or call anyone. But, Roadbuster came over one night. Dart: That was it, though. That was before he really locked himself up. ItsyBitsySpyers: [[Question Roadbuster.]] Dart: He didn't do anything. ItsyBitsySpyers: [[For what he heard.]] Dart: That Blurr was just feeling down. Dart: Sometimes he gets in these moods. I thought it was just one of his moods. Fiasco: ...do corns do that? ItsyBitsySpyers: @Fiasco: [[You are... a scientist? A historian?]] N O S: Do what, make fuel? ItsyBitsySpyers: \\DUNNO. I NEVER BEEN IN CORNS.\\ Fiasco: *blinks and swivels his helm about, looking for the source of the comm* @Soundwave: I am just me, for now. Fiasco: ((THE C O R N   B O W L )) FakeProwl: *he's looking this way. hand tightens on neck.* ItsyBitsySpyers: *Tugs slightly closer. The Insecticon does not approach.* Airachnid: So it's a youngling cult that involve the corn plant? Fiasco: @Soundwave: What about you? ItsyBitsySpyers: [[It would seem so. They do not allow themselves to live past their youngling years.]] FakeProwl: *prowl knows. he still doesn't like those beady yellow optics on him* Airachnid: Then how do they repopulate? Fiasco: ((ofg that last kid)) ItsyBitsySpyers: [[They are younglings. Perhaps they have not thought that far ahead.]] N O S: Maybe they don't. N O S: Better for us, really. Humans shouldn't reproduce. Airachnid: That is true. ItsyBitsySpyers: @Fiasco: [[An observer. That is his only question for now.]] N O S: How stupid of a system, though. N O S: They kill them when they get older? But, then there's no point- sooner or later, no one will be alive. Airachnid: It is indeed foolish. ItsyBitsySpyers: [[The eldest seemed content to perish. They may not care.]] Airachnid: They are most likely conditioned to think that way, doesn't make it any less foolish. Fiasco: *nods to Soundwave ad returns his attention to the screen, still typing, even as he speaks* I would guess they do not care if they all die; they believe that something is waiting for them in the corn. Fiasco: It's possible they don't think they die--or also, possible something IS waiting for them. Airachnid: Something is waiting for them: the buzzards. Fiasco: ... *immediately begins to look up the word "buzzard"* N O S: That runt is annoying Airachnid: He is indeed irksome. N O S: All of them are, honestly. Fiasco: *approximately two minutes after she makes the joke, he gives a little laugh* Airachnid: But, he is getting what he deserves. Airachnid: [preening] Airachnid: It's like listening to Starscream. ItsyBitsySpyers: \\HA!\\ FakeProwl: *snorts* N O S: It's like listening to anyone. ItsyBitsySpyers: [[Not everyone.]] Fiasco: I don't sound like that. FakeProwl: ((did it go black?)) Airachnid: yeah)) N O S: (( yep. LS dropped )) Sideswipe: ((yup Fiasco: ((DURN)) Fiasco: ((wait i hear a thing)) FakeProwl: ((i hear wind)) N O S: (( its paused now so. )) N O S: back for anyone? )) FakeProwl: ((clearly LS didn't drop, it's just nighttime 0u0)) FakeProwl: ((there it is!)) N O S: [[ mmm nope its still dropping ]] Airachnid: ye)) Fiasco: ((I see a paused screen!)) FakeProwl: ((same)) N O S: (( is it working?) Airachnid: same)) N O S: (( SIGH its not is it? ) Fiasco: ((sound is running, video is choppy, but that;s probably me)) FakeProwl: ((same here)) N O S: (( no it's LS. )) N O S: (( It's dropping. )) FakeProwl: ... Hm. So there IS something out there. N O S: (( LS come the fuuck on. )) Fiasco: *nods* Airachnid: Hmm, strange. N O S: omfg it won't stop dropping. ]] Fiasco: ((LIVESTREAM)) N O S: [[ dude tthere's only20 minutes left come on ]] Airachnid: LS you nugget work)) N O S: is it back for you guys? ] Airachnid: no)) N O S: (( refresh. )) FakeProwl: ((there it is)) Airachnid: I see it!)) Fiasco: ((I see it!)) N O S: ((... wow. ) Sideswipe: there it is)) N O S: (( I hit play and it starts dropping )) Airachnid: I... Fiasco: ...this is significantly less menacing than I think the filmmakers perhaps intended. *points* Airachnid: Well then. FakeProwl: *the hand that was on his neck is now over his mouth* FakeProwl: *it just—it took off. fwoosh. corn rocket.* ItsyBitsySpyers: \\HUH. THEY SAID THEY WAS TURNIN' THE CORN INTO FUEL.\\ ItsyBitsySpyers: \\GUESS THEY MUSTA FIGURED OUT HOW.\\ Fiasco: *another very little laugh* FakeProwl: ((oh so THAT'S why his voice was so high. so you could tell when it dropped.)) Airachnid: That certainly is... something. Sideswipe: -hasn't been paying attention- So...that was...? Fiasco: Again *points* I am not an expert on films, but that seems humorous rather than horrific. I do not feel particularly horrified, in this moment. Airachnid: It does seem silly. Airachnid: But it is indeed humorous. FakeProwl: *slides hand back to his neck* ItsyBitsySpyers: *Tiny squeeze.* FakeProwl: *squeezes back* FakeProwl: ((rude, tearing off that kid's clothes)) FakeProwl: ((tear your OWN clothes, lady)) FakeProwl: ((corn stalks: *gently whap*)) Fiasco: ((PFFF)) Airachnid: ...can plants move on their own like that? Fiasco: ...again. Airachnid: it is very silly but so f*cking funny)) FakeProwl: ... Perhaps they should get out of the field before setting it on fire? N O S: They're horrible at making explosives. Fiasco: That would be wise. Airachnid: Humans are not that bright... Fiasco: Especially given prior evidence that the corns can and will grab them, and retrain them. Fiasco: *restrain ItsyBitsySpyers: [[Perhaps He Who Walks Behind the Rows should have chosen a less flammable manifestation.]] Airachnid: Even human MONSTERS are dim. Sideswipe: -snorts- N O S: Not all of them are that dumb. N O S: humans just like to make themselves the heroes N O S: [ SNORT ] Whirl: F-for a moment I thought the music was for the corn stalk inside the vehicle. Fiasco: And it was going to get them. FakeProwl: ((whirl returns)) ItsyBitsySpyers: [[What a strange film.]] Fiasco: ((WHIRL BACK)) Sideswipe: -more snorting laughter- Airachnid: "Strange" is one way to describe it. Fiasco: I have very little basis for comparison, but I must agree. N O S: Well, that was weird. ItsyBitsySpyers: [[Evil fue...]] Considers that. [[No. He supposes that part makes sense.]] ItsyBitsySpyers: [[The rest is odd.]] Fiasco: Are all "horror" films this strange? *looks to NOS and Dart* N O S: No, some are really good. Dart: I'm afraid the Captain makes the best choices. Fiasco: You said your Captain was sick, didn't you? Dart: He's... ah. I mean, he's... - N O S: He's brain dead. [ huffs] How was that hard to say? Dart: [ B( ] Fiasco: Oh. My condolences. FakeProwl: *oh. good news.* Dart: He's gonna get better. Airachnid: [that was a very blunt delivery] N O S: Unfortunately. He'll come out of it. Fiasco: ...I wasn't aware brain deat was a condition one could recover from. N O S: It's a skill. He's a roach. ItsyBitsySpyers: *Ugh. Roaches.* Fiasco: *antennae perk up* He's an Insecticon? ItsyBitsySpyers: *Shakes his helm slightly. For Primus' sake.* N O S: No, he's... well. He looks like a monster, if that helps. Fiasco: *considers this* Hm. It does not. FakeProwl: *... hand squeeze. no reason.* Dart: Maybe you can meet him next time. ItsyBitsySpyers: *Oh? Returns it. Almost imperceptible glance in Prowl's direction.* Fiasco: Perhaps. I don't know that I'll be able to come back anytime soon; it was convenient, for now. But I appreciate your implied invitation to return. N O S: He's all stitched up in the face. N O S: And he has sharp teeth. He's a weird one. Dart: Not that we're normal. FakeProwl: *except for the hand on his neck, looks pretty much neutral* Fiasco: My teeth, when I had them, were sharp; I don't see the point of flat teeth. N O S: You know, I bet I could look like a bug... ItsyBitsySpyers: *Doesn't know what's weird about sharp teeth, hmph.* Airachnid: [likewise] N O S: [ studying Fiasco ] N O S: Can't be that hard. ItsyBitsySpyers: @Prowl: (txt): ...Avatar time in safer place wanted after business concluded? Should not attend site disturbed. Fiasco: *stares back with that same, flat, Permanently Bored expression* ItsyBitsySpyers: *He doesn't know how long Prowl has before the shift starts. If he has to go straight from this to more discomfort...* N O S: When we combine, we have four arms. Dart: Combining is not fun for me when it's with YOU. FakeProwl: @Soundwave «I'll only have a few minutes.» ItsyBitsySpyers: *Quick thoughts. Many of them.* Fiasco: I have a minimum of six limbs, a maximum of eight, actually. Abnd... you're a comibiner? Fiasco: (COMIBINER) N O S: Not... naturally. N O S: Probably doesn't work like normal. ItsyBitsySpyers: @Dart: [[-Certify- brain module death. If any signs visible, contact.]] ItsyBitsySpyers: *Tugs Prowl's hand up. Come on. He'll give you those few minutes, at least.* Dart: @Soundwave: :: Uh, you mean comm you? Uhm, we'll try? :: Fiasco: *folds his hands on top of his datapad, which is in his lap* Allow me to assure you that I don't have a terribly firm preconceived notion for what is and isn't "normal." N O S: Well, good. [smirks and leans on the couch ]  We don't like normal. ItsyBitsySpyers: @Dart: [[Correct. Frenzy and Ravage will find him if he is unavailable.]] Dart: @Soundwave: :: Uhm, all right. :: FakeProwl: *small nod* @Soundwave «I'll see you at the bar?» Airachnid: I never liked the word "normal" to be fair. ItsyBitsySpyers: @Prowl: (txt): Affirmative. N O S: That's what Blurr's all about. Throwing aside what's normal and working with everything that isn't N O S: Normal is an ugly word. FakeProwl: *nod. flickers and disappears* Fiasco: I have no strong feelings regarding it, one way or the other. N O S: [ shrugs ] Good. Fiasco: But, it is good to know that, in case I come to visit again. Thank you for the interesting film. ItsyBitsySpyers: *Taps Frenzy, docks, and nods to the others. Excuses himself quietly.* N O S: Oh, sure. We aim to please. Airachnid: Oh do come by again sometime. Dart: For our Captain's sake. I'm sure he'd like you to come back. Sideswipe: ...Right. I gotta go now. But thanks for the film. Dart: [ wave ] Fiasco: *stands and nods to Airachnid* It was nice to meet you. There are very few of my kind left, so it's always... somewhat refreshing, to see another. Sideswipe: ((thanks for the stream, scooting off now Airachnid: [a smile and nod] Airachnid: Farewell. Dart: (( welcome! )) Fiasco: *bows at the waist to her, and then addresses the room* Goodbye. Fiasco: *and he is gone* Dart: [ waves] Airachnid: [she looks around before climbing out of the hammock] N O S: Well, let's shut down, yeah? We gotta go check on the carrot. Dart: ... [ embarrassed noise ] Don't call him that. Airachnid: I need to get going as well. Until next time. Dart: Goodbye! [ wave ] Airachnid: [nods before sneaking off]

[artclusters]

vent from like a day ago , just wanted to record it here. 

someone in my university yesterday died just after he graduated and was gonna receive his diploma and have a future haha imagine working for 4 years and just dying shortly right after u graduate just the last semester its like the world is saying fuck you this is whats gonna happen to me am i right gods gonna kill my trans ass before i get away from my parents haha right after i survived years of hellish school and college in a transphobic shit environment ill die right after a special happy moment i just feel it happy things never last with me my mom is gonna laugh at me when i die after i graduate cuz i never escape her and lived as a guy she would say ''better dead than trans'' im sorry for using haha i cant process this its been on my mind like how sad is this u die just after u graduate jesus is this gonna be me am i gonna die right after i graduate right after i get on the airplane away from my parents right after i get top surgery just like that with no future okay just like die in such an inconvenient tragic moment wtf he worked hard for 4 years what the fuck was it all for hes just gone after all this studying what the FUCK was it all for nothing matters also more proof that im a bad perosn im making this about myself fuk this the guys dead and im thinking about myself like did he even get to enjoy his happiness and hard work....nope the reason im terrified of death is being buried as a girl is buried in religion by my fucking parents, with my fucking deadname and the fact that up till now my life has been miserable, and id like to get some happiness from this bitch of an earth before i die. i can not stomach the fact that my relatives will remember me as a hijabi heterosexual cisgender devout woman. fuck you im a big fucken gay and i love it but u know whats even fucked up? i wanted to witness this guy dying. like im curious or some shit. he had a heart attack and dropped dead in the diner. and in addition to feeling sad and angry about his future being nonexistent and the fact that hes a fresh graduate who worked his ass off for 4 years i thought 'i wish i was there. wanted to see that'. im a shitty person haha Edit: looking back maybe its not so bad to die i mean wat was in the future for him anyway working a capitalist,dead end job? Shit maybe hes in heaven or some shit idk This world sucks ass i was just reading about FGM and i got more depressed its probably better for him now i guess

anyway in summary im not scared of dying im specifically scared of dying miserable and with my parents around and without transitioning and the fact that ive been living for the sole reason of a better future, so dying before i get some stable happiness would suck ass

ok like i know it seems like im not ''okay'' and that im like in a super bad state atm but its not really that bad honestly the thing is i dont even know what is supposed to be ''okay'' , the way i differentiate is that me being ''okay'' is like slightly less suicidal or numb while being ''not okay'' is like...bad time lmao. anyway right now i am ''okay'' . and the best thing to become more ''okay'' is to do things and keep myself busy, so thats good.

why am i talking like drew monson

[sweater-daddiesdumbdork]

Doggy Paddle, Doggy Style. Same Thing.

Summary- Starlord x Y/N. Peter Quill finally decides to visit Earth again. SMUT, Nsfw. Written for @official-and-unstable-satan​ fic off challenge. Challenged by @p8tn0lish​. Thanks Babes!

Word Count- 2.3k

“Lets talk about this plan of yours. I think its good. Except it sucks.” Peter told you, his very much tolerable girlfriend, whom at this point were just used to his blunt attitude, and his need for taking over plans. Your hands went to your hips when you decided to question him. 

“Whats wrong with visiting Zandar? Its nice, people are friendly, and just cause you cant seem to stay out of trouble there, that isnt my fault.” You happened to like the planet, even though Quill had a perchance to land into trouble, maybe it was the better option to let him chose where you two go. Rocket took Groot and Drax on a bit of a side quest, at your request and a big payout to Rockets account. You werent about to just blow this opportunity to zip around space, as you hoped the the fates, Peter wasnt about to suggest. 

“Earth” Peter shocked you, he rarely talked about Earth, and typically you all were all the way across the universe from the vividly blue and green planet. Peter was human, that was his home, but he hadnt been there since Yondu collected him. 

“You really want to go to Earth?” You questioned, clearly the hesitation in your voice. You had been asking him for years if he wanted to visit his home planet. And every time it was “No way babes, theres far better places to go” or “maybe after this job, cant pass this up.” and you all would zip to some far off corner as far away as possible.   

“Yup, in fact…. we be leaving right now, cause Im the captain.” Stealing a playful kiss, his hand grasping your chin and pulling you into him, his tongue danced over your lips and past your teeth to stroke a needy fucking whimper before smacking your ass, and falling into the seat at the controls, flipping them and a cocky grin was flashed at you as he stated. “How many jumps we got Sexy?” 

You to lick your lips after that kiss, it was one that you knew he would be playing off of for hours, little tickles here, nibbles in passing there. Quill was the best kind of frustrating man there was. “Uuuh… 10 jumps.” 

“Showtime baby!” With a push forward of a handle on the dash, the ship raced forward and prepared for the first jump. You settle in, feet up on the dash and you reach for a bag of snacks next to the seat, popping them in. “So, where we going on earth?” 

He typed in some coordinates and popped open his mouth for you to toss a morsel into, leaning back to catch it, and turned back to the screen. “Fountain Lake… my grandad used to take me there fishing after Mom got sick, give her some peace and quiet. He would bring an old radio along, and we would spend the day out there. Usually I was doing cannon balls off the side, but once in a while he get a pole in my hands.” 

You nod, letting his memories take shape in your imagination. You imagined Quill to be a curly haired boy, sun tanned freckles dotting his face and shoulders, much like they do now if you all happen to go to some planet with a bright sun. Maybe the corner of his mouth would flash up in a wide gaped toothy grin, having lost a front tooth. The idea of it made you smile to yourself, and you toss another piece of your snack at him. “You gonna teach me to swim? Cause I dont know how” 

“Oh baby, well you are looking at the master.” He winked, and unsnapping his belt, he reached over and collected you, tossing you over his shoulder and retreating to the back. “How about I give you a lesson in doggy style right now.” You two still had a couple hours till you arrived to earth, and Peter set you right on your shared bed, you tugging him down to kiss you, biting his lip with a growl. “Didnt we do doggy style last night? Didnt I pass?” 

He spanked your ass at that bite, and his hand grasped your waist, flipping you to your stomach, making you giggle. “Nope you didnt, why were doing this again baby, gotta know at least one technique before we land.” You arch your ass in the air wiggling it, biting your lip. “I think Im pretty good in several styles.” He moved to slide your shirt up your back and over your head, kissing up your spine and biting lightly on the back of your neck. “Well that you are, but its my duty to assure your saftety in knowing at least the most basic techniques after all.”

“Sure whatever you say Quill, if you INSIST” His fingers then hooked in the band of your pants, and slid them down to, you lifted one leg, and then switched to the other till they were off as well. His hands covered your ass cheeks, still a bit red from earlier and kneaded them. “Mmmhhh so pretty bent like this baby.” His teasing from earlier distracted as he admired you. Sliding a hand into the small of your back, he bent you down further till there was a distinct arch, all for him.  

You of course are more then ready to feel him slide into you, and you arch your ass back to press into his groin, taking the chance to look over your shoulder at him. “Sure am Starlord” You purr out and wiggle brows. He dips his head and takes a nip at your cheek, leaving teeth marks and making you squeal. Hands working at his belt and yanking his pants down to his ankles, a grasp to his cock slides between the folds, making you whimper feeling his thich head spreading your arousal and flick against your sensitive throbbing nerves, arching from it. “Call me that again.” 

“Okay, your such a fucken god damn tease, STARLORD.” You push back, the length of his cock filling between the folds, him rutting behind you, but he was holding back from entering you yet, his hands slid up your sides and around to grasp and fondle your breasts. Teasing, twisting, pulling, you groan in frustration at his cock teasing your folds, and the fact his fucking hands were playing you, you started to whine as he draped over your back, and kissed on your neck, his tongue lapping over the pulse and along your earlobe. “So so so pretty for Starlord, okay whiny baby.” 

His cock pushed against your entrance stretching around to accept him as he didnt toy you open earlier with his fingers. It was that tight and burning as he continued sliding into your wet entrance, you would have thrust back to bottom him right away, but he had moved up and grasped your hips to hold your still “Yea, Im well aware from yesterday how impatient you get.” Teasing as you fought for it, and all that wriggling your hips in his hold issued you another stinging swat, this time to your pussy after he finished filling you. Not that made you snap taunt, and your channel to flex around him, drawing the most guttered moan from above you. 

So you two both breathed through it, you still flexing and adjusting around him, that arch in your back, angling you Peter insisted on, well it changed the whole sensation. so much fuller then before, the fist time he dragged his cock through your channel to pull out, you moaned at how sensitive you were. His hand grasped your waist, and he started sharp snaps of his hips, and it pushed you right into the mattress, your face driven in and muffling your moans and gasps of his name, and it drove you mad. 

“Oh no sweetheart, what is my name?” 

Fucking Quill, he was all about driving you to calling out Starlord. His hand wrapped around your throat and tipped your head back, still thrusting into you enough to rock your body, fuck, could he go deeper? He leaned over your back, holding himself inside, the pressure built into maddening quantities, squeezing around him, two can play that game. Fuck, can he stay that seated in you. His hand around your neck, squeezed enough to cut off air, enough for you to see spots, and drive all those sensations further. 

“Starlord, STARLORD” 

“Good girl…” He muttered against your shoulder, and he released his hold. His fingers slipped between your thighs and pressured that bud, twirling, swirling, pressing as he rubbed, a fire spiraling along your limbs to pool in that nerve he toyed, until you were screaming, gushing yourself around him, and flying high as a mother fucking kite. His thrusts didnt slow any, and that hand he teased you with, he shoved those fingers in your mouth, leaving you to suck on them while he followed through with his own chase, just tasting yourself, fuck. HIs hips continuing to slam him against you, your arousal leaving you all over his groin, erratic and faster, your heightened senses left you gasping and lightly biting on his fingers. 

The sound of his balls slapping against your ass left him cursing and you pushed back to meet him, squeezing vice like, enough to drive him over the edge, and you gave the most filthiest satisfied moans, feeling him coat your walls, and push himself in deeper as he groaned against the back of your head. Your limbs started to shake underneath his weight, your words muffled and he slid his fingers from your mouth and rubbed down your side, tipping his head to kiss along your neck. “Quill, your crushing me… “ You mention, and he circles your hand around your waist and tips the two of you over, him the big spoon, curling around you, not slowing down as he massaged your hip and kissed up and down your shoulder before laying back slightly. You had to admit, feeling satisfied, and cocooned in his embrace, you were loathed to check on how many jumps you had left. 

“Its on an alarm, we will know when were close.” Just like he was reading your thoughts, he was quick to pick up on what you were thinking. 

“Good, cause im not ready to leave you.” you wrap his arm gracing your stomach and hold him there.

“Yea, same here Sweetness” And you can feel how hes still buried in you, his chest pressed against your back and his warm breaths against the back of your neck. You two stay like this for a while, drifting off and on till that alarm beeps. At some point he had rolled to his back, snoring softly, and you shift to the end of the bed, grabbing a pair of panties that were discarded earlier, and your shirt. Slipping it on as you walked to the control panel and silenced the alarm. Below you, taking up the main front of the ship was the sight of earth. 

Its beauty never failed to catch your breath, all that vivid blue, dotted with green and tan so scattered, small white wisps swirling in what appeared to be unusual patterns. One half brightly light, and the other, shadowed, seeming to hide from sight, and yet little fireflies of light scattered throughout in the cities. And so full of life, teeming with it, even though from here, you could see none of it short of the electricity scattered. You felt an arm wrap around you and Quill, unnaturally quiet stepped up beside you. 

“Beautiful, isnt it?” You say as you lean your hear against his shoulder. 

“Yes it is… Yondu never liked coming back here, and it slipped my mind what it looked like. When I left his ship, I was never ready to return.” 

“Well… how about we introduce Starlord to home?” 

“I would like that very much” His arm tightened around your shoulder and he kissed your temple “Lets begin the descent.”

“Aye aye Cap’n” you teased and the two of you got to work. 

The first step off the ship left you in bright sunshine, trees scattered along the edge, partially hiding the ship, the rest covered with a cloaking mechanism. Peter watched you with a smile as you leaned down and untied your shoes, kicking them off, a yank of the socks to push your feet into the grass. It tickled, but the cool blades that released an earthy sent when you pushed your feet to dig in. 

“Come on, lets actually swim doggy paddle this time.” He winked and taking your hand, led you down to the beach, careful as you walked against the pebbled shore, the two of you stripped down, with tosses of your clothes and he plunged right in. You on the other hand wadded in, arms over your chest and he swam up to your legs, tugging you to topple against him when he rose out of the water. 

“Quill! Your getting me all wet!” 

He smirked and holding you tight, started to sink the two of you into the water, till it was just your chins floating on top. “If your swimming, then its bound to get you all wet.” He pulled you out deeper till just your toes could scrap against the murkey bottom. 

Tapping your thighs, he kissed your lips, and muttered against them “Trust me, I got you, wrap your legs around me” And you let yourself float a bit, sliding your legs around his hip. “Ready to try that doggy paddle I taught you earlier?” He grinned, and you smacked at his chest lightly, laughing. 

God your boyfriend was an idiot on occasion.

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