#with a faint aftertaste of plot

[thalialunacy]

[for the @calaisreno May Prompthagoreum Theorum. Cheers to ya'll for still following along despite it being, you know, June.]

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At first, partially because it's 6am, neither of them recognise what Rosie is actually saying. But it's clearly directed at Sherlock, who looks at John from the table with an eyebrow raised.

John shrugs. 'What was that, sweetheart?'

She helpfully points at Sherlock. 'Say sorry!'

'Oh ba--balderdash,' John says. 'There was an episode of that Australian programme about apologising, I didn't think--'

'Be sorry, Sherlock!'

Sherlock looks merely amused. 'What for, Miss Rosamund?'

She moves her pointer finger to John, but her accusatory gaze stays on Sherlock. 'You ate banana.'

'I… ate your father's banana without asking?'

She nods decisively. 'Say sorry.'

'I'm very sorry, John. I shall ask next time before doing anything nefarious with your banana.'

How they manage to keep straight faces, John has no idea, but they deserve an Olympic sodding medal in parenting for it.

'She's not even old enough to really get the concept of apologising,' he says as it occurs to him. 'I can't--'

'Nonsense, she's brilliant. Aren't you?' This last is to Rosie, obviously, as he clears away her cereal bowl.

John rolls his eyes. 'Oh, so now you're in favour of emotional intelligence.'

'When it applies to my--' He smothers a wince, John is certain of it, but rallies immediately. '--my young flatmate, here, absolutely.'

He stands before John can say anything else. 'Time to be off, yes?'

'Sherlock,' he starts a few minutes later, but they're halfway out the door and he knows he's being cowardly.

Sure enough, Sherlock waves it off. 'You're for pickup today, correct?' John nods. 'Good. I've that case, have to go make several witnesses cry.'

John hides a grin, in case his newly-pious daughter is paying attention. 'Try not to get arrested, yeah?'

'I make no promises,' Sherlock calls back as he heads off down the pavement.

---

'John,' Sherlock says that night, once he's changed clothes and washed the distinct aroma of back alley rubbish off himself while John put Rosie to bed. 'You could take a turn from your daughter about the apologising. Be a good example.' His voice is light, but careful. Only a little bit mocking.

John, who is standing in the kitchen making coffee and around whom Sherlock has just reached to avail himself of the biscuits, is certain he didn't hear correctly. 'I beg your pardon.'

'No, you don't.'

John stares at him, mouth a little open. 'This? Coming from you?'

'Who knows you better?'

'No, I mean-- You never apologise.'

'Implying you yourself are a model for showing regret?'

John can practically hear the 'zing' of the direct hit, and it irks him. 'Fine, I apologise for nothing!' He stops. 'No, that's not true, I apologise for some things. A few things. Several things. I apologise for about half of the things!'

'That doesn't even make sense, you realise.'

'Shut up.' He pulls Sherlock to him. 'Shut up, you absolute wanker.' He drags their mouths together for a surprisingly filthy kiss considering how tired they both ought to be.

John has a suspicion, though, and he breaks the kiss. 'What's this really about?'

'Don't know what you mean,' Sherlock says against the skin of John's jaw.

'Sherlock…' He swallows, considers pulling back but isn't sure he'd be able to get through this if eye contact is involved. 'You know she's yours, right?'

Sherlock stills, his cheek brushing John's, and John feels him close his eyes. 'John, you mustn't say things that aren't true.'

'Oh for--' John does pull back, then, pulling on the back of Sherlock's neck and keeping him in check so he can't escape. He waits until Sherlock's focused on his face, on his nose today. 'Here's the thing: You're right. Beyond, you know, the big-- Beyond what we've worked out in therapy, I'm shit at apologising. I'll work on it for Rosie, and for you. Starting with--' He takes a deep breath. 'I'm really bloody sorry I ever gave you the impression I didn't want you as Rosie's father.' He sees and feels Sherlock's sharp inhale. 'I just thought you knew that you already are.' 

'John.' The air leaves Sherlock's body in a stream, warm and damp on John's skin. 'You're serious?' he asks, doubt small but lingering in his voice. 

John clears his throat, breaking their gaze to look down at Sherlock's collar. 'I asked-- Well, the papers have been drawn up, and I owe your brother now which will only come back to bite us in the arse, but--' 

Sherlock's mouth captures his in a desperate kiss, and John finds himself held so tightly he actually feels his heels parting from the lino.

'Sherlock,' John manages when they break briefly for air.

'Sorry, right,' Sherlock says, very near sheepishly, and loosens his grip.

'Don't be sorry, just, you know.' He tilts his head to indicate the hallway. 'Come to bed with me?'

Sherlock's eyes darken with a combination of lust and merriment. 'Where I can do nefarious things to your banana?'

John groans, then turns away and starts down the hall. 'Oh God, dad jokes now? I have so many regrets.'

'No, you don't.'

John smirks and holds the bedroom door open. 'No, I really, really don't.'

[ <3 ]

[cheriladycl01]

Would you be up for writing a fanfic with Lando or Max x reader where reader also races but due to the training and harsh training her team and trainer are putting her through develops an ED (common among competitive sports and I’ve got experience 😭) maybe Reader faints or her bf finds out? No problem if not 😘 love your writing!

Those inward struggles - Max Verstappen x Driver! Reader

Plot: After having to change you diet and do more work after struggling in Singapore you spend a year on strict training away from your boyfriends knowledge. What happens when a year on and people are noticing how much more exhausted your looking after each race.

Warnings: Eating Disorder, Reader Being Sick

Singapore and Qatar 2022 was extremely hard for you. Your body temperature in the car didn't regulate that well and you lost way more weight than any other driver.

You new that the 2023 season was going to be even harder with where the races were placed in the year.

Your physician wanted you to keep the weight off. The lower your body mass, the less you'd struggle with the heat. That was their thought process and that's what they deemed best for you as a woman. So of course, you trusted the team's decisions and you started to train more, and eating in a calorie deficit.

They'd come up with a plan for you to loose a safe amount in a safe amount of time, however it almost felt like a competition and you wanted to be as ready as possible.

At first it was hard, you craved sugar and grease the most but eventually once the majority was out of your system the vegetables and fruits started to taste like when you have a sip of that half stagnant water at 3am when your body decided to lower your thirst bar all the way down.

Max as a driver had also seen how much more you were with your personal trainer, and how it didn't just stop when you got home as you would often be in your home gym.

You'd serve yourself less and meals than him and he noticed these little things. Of course he did, he'd been obsessed with you since he was a 13 year old and both of you met in karting.

You started dating a year before he got into F1 quite literally being the definition of childhood romance. But this did mean that he knew you like the back of his hand.

"Baby, how about a sweet treat?" he asks holding up your fav type of cookie waving it in front of your face.

"I really shouldn't, I think the team wouldn't be happy if they found out I was eating more than i should!" you explain to him, continuing to wash the dishes from earlier that night.

"But... you didn't have much for dinner and you skipped lunch!" he asks remembering what you'd eaten throughout the day.

"Oh? So your keeping tabs on me now?" you ask looking him over with a soft yet teasing frown.

"Well, when your with me for a good portion of the day I notice" he grumbles making you turn your head to him at that tone, it wasn't one he used often.

"Huh?" you say leaving the dishes fully in the sink before placing a hand on your hip.

"Look, It's not just me noticing it but your not healthy right now!" Max offers and you turn back round to do the washing up.

Your trainer said you might feel a little tired and icky while you were on such a strict diet but once you'd got to your goal weight you'd feel better.

"Please just eat the cookie!" he smiles and you roll your eyes. You take the cookie and finish it off under his watchful eye. It tasted so good, but you almost gagged at how heavy the chocolate felt at the back of your throat and how you could feel the chunkiness of the chewed batter.

There wasn't that fresh aftertaste you been getting recently from the various fruits and veges you'd been relying on to get you eating something.

You gagged at something that used to be a delicacy too you, something that would excite you. However you finished it off to please Max. Once he was satisfied you had your filling he explained he was going out to a set with Lando, Daniel and Charles.

You'd already said you wanted to stay home today.

The minute he was out the door you were in the bathroom getting the sugary sweet treat out of your body, feeling disgusting from having had it.

The guilt was eating away at you the minute you had it, you knew just how unhappy the trainer would be. You spent the rest of the evening in the gym, weighing yourself before and after the session.

To your dismay there was no improvement and you sat in the gym crying over you predicament.

It was time for the 2023 Qatar Grand Prix, you were already struggling just walking round the paddock in the areas that didn't have aircon. When you'd done your track walk, you could feel the damp sweat on areas of your body you didn't know was possible.

However, you pushed and pushed yourself through the whole weekend, you drunk lots of water and made sure to keep up with the exercising and kept eating to a minimum.

When you'd got in the car for the first practice your hard work seemed to pay of, coming P4. Again in qualifying you'd had a fastest lap in Q2 and split the Mercedes up Q3 coming P3 behind Max and George. Both of these weren't too bad, it was in short bursts that didn't make you too hot.

However as the weekend moved forward, it was obvious to your team, to Max and to the media that you were becoming more and more exhausted. A lot of people noted that your tailored race suit was starting to bag in places it shouldn't and that you had sunken areas on your face, making you look all the more exhausted.

The Sprint shootout was awful, you placing 9th fastest overall, which compared to your earlier racing was no good for you or your team.

You only managed to move up one place to P8 in the Sprint, meaning you were in the points but you were taken to the medical tent after reporting feeling dizzy and your sight spotting.

Max had headed over to the Aston Martin garage asking for you, all the mechanics just saying you were still with medical. He rushed over, quicker than his car on a flying lap as no-body actually knew what was wrong with you.

"Y/N?" you'd heard as he'd come storming in looking around for you.

"I'm in here!" you said and he came over taking your hand in his.

"What's going on, what's wrong?" he asks looking over you.

"Nothing, just had a bit of a migraine. Apparently not enough water!" you lie, knowing the doctors were still doing tests but they said you were free to leave.

You'd left, he'd comforted you at the hotel making sure you had everything you could possibly need before you both slept away the tire of the day.

Sunday of course was a shit show. Medical still hadn't fully worked out what was wrong with you and they were debating pulling you from the race. You'd refused saying you were fine to race.

You were 20 laps in when your vision started to blur until ringing in your head occurred.

You tried to keep up with the fluids from your drinks tube but they were just heating up along with everything else in the car.

"Y/N are you okay. Medical have just deemed you should be racing. We want to retire you" your engineer comes through at lap 50.

"7 more laps, I'll be fine" you groan. You'd managed to stick to P4 for the majority of the race. But now that vision in your left eye was pretty poor you were taking turns a little more hesitantly meaning you were down in P6.

You defended from Ocon like your life depended on it, and finally pulled up to the area where the cars sit when the race it over. You sit in the car, in silence trying to get your vision back and stop shaking.

You body ran cold, you were shivering now and could feel the cold sweat in your suit, you wanted to reach up and take your helmet off more than anything but your arms didn't obey.

So you just sat there, until some Aston Martin mechanics came through with water. They helped you out and up handing you a bottle of water. But with the ringing not having stopped your vision completely went as you fell back onto the hard ground of the track.

Max once he'd found out his team and your team and pretty much everyone had kept you fainting from him a secret he had yelled, a lot, at anyone and everyone he could.

Even Lando and Oscar in the cool down room had to be at the receiving end of his wrath.

After his podium that he had tried to make as quick as possible he was right with you. Yelling at everyone while making sure you were getting the correct medical attention.

When he found out the reason behind you fainting and the fact that you drove the last few laps half sighted he was back to MAD MAX, and oh boy it wasn't a pretty sight.

He couldn't believe your team who were supposed to make sure you were in the best health had actually been hindering you and not helping you.

To say the he and Rupert his own personal trainer would be taking over from now on and he'd be hiring a private nutritionist to get you back on track to your starting F1 weight in 2022.

He loved you and would do anything for you.

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[xythlia]

𓏲 ࣪₊➷ CAN I GET A KISS, CAN YOU MAKE IT LAST FOREVER?

› thinking about being the cute younger teacher & how much of a determined freak satoru would become learning ur a virgin idk he's ruining the idea of any other man for u babe

› satoru x f!reader

› word count : 2.5k+

warnings : loss of virginity, porn with a dash of plot if u squint, unprotected sex, cervix fucking, fingering, biting/hickies, alcohol consumption, praise, use of pretty girl/baby, not edited I needed to get this out of me like a possession victim getting an exorcism

You decided Satoru Gojo was a pervert.

It was made all the more embarrassing by the fact that you were a virgin, wholly inexperienced and totally at the mercy of his unending teasing. The little jabs he'd manage to work into conversation, or that he'd say in passing with that particularly cheery tone. It always made your chest burn hot with a strange mixture of desire and discomfort.

You should've never said yes to going out with the other instructors for a drink that night. Should've said something, anything when Ieiri burst out with "holy shit, you are a virgin aren't you?" but instead you'd drunkenly shied away, eyes wobbly and looking anywhere but at your fellow teachers.

It was all the confirmation he needed.

The days that followed made you think surely you should schedule a check up, Saturo without a doubt had a negative impact on the levels of cortisol in your brain but at the same time when you'd wearily collapse in bed at night he was still on your mind. Those whispered, teasing jokes about your lack of experience stuck on loop in your brain paired with thoughts of how experienced he must be in contrast.

Would he work your body over in ways that would make you sob into your pillow? The loose image of it alone was enough to leave you with a sore clit as your eyes drifted closed, your fingers still slick as his voice curled around your brain to drag you off into dreams so depraved they made you sweat getting dressed in the morning, feeling embarrassed about having to look him in the face during the day.

A part of you wished, again, that you'd have said no to getting another drink with him. Shouldn't have giggled like a school girl at the suggestion of coming back home with him, shouldn't have so brazenly straddled his lap while the faint aftertaste of gin clung to your lips as his tongue mapped your own in a sloppy, burning kiss.

The way his body was still so completely relaxed beneath your tense one intimidated you. You felt embarrassed at the idea of how awkward and jerky your movements must be, sure you'd kiss before but never with someone who so clearly wanted to devour you whole. It was comforting though that his hands didn't stray from your waist, as if he was acutely aware of your anxiety. Although the way his lithe fingers drew circles against your skin, slipped beneath your shirt, and dug into your flesh still made your hands shake against his chest.

"Sa-" you started to say his name but the breath was snatched from your lungs in another heated kiss, the way he overrode each of your senses.

Sliding his tongue past your lips again, somehow in the same lighthearted way he'd teased you. When his hands drifted down, out from your shirt, under your skirt to trace the hem of your panties against your ass you froze.

Without you needing to say anything he pulled back, and a fresh tidal wave of anxiety beat against your mind. You know he's hard, can feel it pressing against you through your clothes. He was the first man to hold you, touch you, make you feel like you'd swallowed hot embers that now seared low in your tummy.

You suddenly felt burdensome, ridiculous for instigating something you weren't sure you could finish. Guilt also mingled in your head, it was hardly fair to go through all this set up just to back out at the last second. Would he be upset with you?

You caught your bottom lip in your teeth, eyes searching his catastrophic blue ones for signs of upset. But none existed there, only meeting your gaze plainly and with an air of calm, like he knew this was going to happen.

Shyly you averted your eyes, holding contact with him for too long made your liquor buzzed brain feel like static shocks were rolling over it. Your breathing hitched as you whispered in the half dark.

"You... you can touch me."

The silence was deafening, making your palms grow damp.

You caught his blue eyes widening in faux shock, a lazy grin dancing across his lips. "Really? Can I touch you there?"

Your ears burned in humiliation as you pouted at him. "Don't say it like that!"

Your indignation was cut off into a small yelp as he manhandled you into sitting with your back pressed against his chest. Your head spun as he wiggled your panties down, inch by inch, fingers leaving scorched trails on your thighs. His arm came to rest against your tummy, one hand still at your thigh as he spread your legs with his.

His breath fanning against the back of your neck made gooseflesh rise across your arms.

"W-wait," you stammered.

He hummed over your shoulder, his voice dripping with arousal. "What now, hm?"

It would make you more nervous if you couldn't hear the smile in his voice.

"Wanna take care of you," you say leaning your head back so you could see more of his face. Satorus eyes were full of amusement.

"Do you know how to, pretty girl?" His hand caressed the underside of your jaw, thumb swiping across your lips.

"Sorta," you mumbled, chest feeling fuzzy at the thought, vaguely recalling porn you'd watched forever ago.

"Sorta?" He snickered. "What happens if you choke huh?"

Your mind went as fuzzy as your chest, something told you hes hardly the type to exaggerate his size. That and you could feel his erection pressing into your back.

"Pinky promise I won't choke," you whisper, making yourself breathless already imagining what he'd look like in your hands.

"Don't get ahead of yourself," he spoke against the shell of your ear sending shivers down your spine. "There's plenty of time."

His words were punctuated by feather light swipes of his index against your inner thigh, making you jump in his hold. Your breathing sped up, eyes fluttering closed and you gasped as his fingertips ghosted through your slick arousal, spreading your folds before concentrating on your clit.

It felt like a live wire pressed against you, tearing a sharp gasp from your lungs as you fought the urge to snap your legs closed. Meek whimpers rose in your throat as he barely circled around your clit, pressing soft kisses to your temple as your back arched ever so slightly away from his chest.

"Feels good?" He hummed against your skin.

You couldn't articulate words to answer with because at the same time he slipped his index inside you, so slowly you could feel his knuckles sliding past the ring of muscle as your body eagerly accepted the intrusion.

If you had the wherewithal you might have been embarrassed at how badly your legs shook with just that little taste, but thanks to his ministrations there was no room inside your head for anything except how good he made you feel. Gingerly he started stroking against your slick walls, clearly enjoying the way you squirmed on his lap and inadvertently pressed your ass down firmly against his painfully hard erection.

A breathy laugh came from above your head as he slid in the second finger, your hazy eyes seeing hungry amusement dancing in his own. Your lips parted, one hand coming to clutch his forearm in a tight grip but he never slowed the scissoring of his fingers inside you.

"Can't use your words?," he teased.

"Want more," you gasped out as your hips began rolling in fits and starts, awkwardly trying to chase more stimulation from him.

"Lemme take care of you, yeah?" He said as he pulled his fingers away. The absence of him made you whine again in response, but you didn't have time to pout as he helped you ease onto your back, his deft hands helping to strip you and toss your clothes somewhere across the room.

The only thing left on you was the pencil skirt you'd worn out, now bunched up around your abdomen as you laid in the dark, eyes taking him in as he pulled off his shirt, the blindfold also yanked from his neck and lost to the carnivorous floor.

This time it was you playing the role of pervert, eyes wide and drinking in the sight of him from chest to abs to the waist of his pants barely showing the top of his hips. Leaning back he undid the fabric confines with quick movements, letting his cock spring free to lightly slap against his abdomen. Your throat suddenly felt parched taking in his pretty, flushed tip as his hand gave a few quick pumps but his lilting voice snapped you out of your trance.

"That face your making's pretty lewd," you knew he was teasing again, seeing his teeth flash in the half dark as he came down to brace his arms on either side of your head. "It's actually really damn hot."

Your toes curled from the embarrassment at being caught ogling him so nakedly but who could blame you? You could tell from his grin he knew he was attractive, enjoyed making you drool over him.

You let out an content sigh while tilting your head back against the pillows as you felt his cock start to grind against you. The feeling of his weight on you was intoxicating on its own but you were itching for him, impatient to feel him inside you, eager to know exactly how he felt.

His fingers reached down again to spread your folds, middle finger swirling around in your slick. "You're already such a mess." He almost held a tone of awe.

He kissed his way from your cheek to your lips, grinning into the kiss as you spread your legs wider in restless anticipation. Using one hand he dragged your arms to lace behind his neck, resituating himself as he felt your fingers dig into his back already.

"Hold on to me." He could've told you to dive head first into the Pacific and you would've without thought. Satoru pressed another soft kiss to your forehead, a reassurance as you felt the first stitches of pain as the head of his cock nudged its way past your entrance. Your head tipped back, pressing against the pillow as your mouth dropped open.

Your cunt instantly clamped down on him, earning a few pants as he pressed his face against the side of your neck.

"You gotta relax, baby," he whispered raggedly against your ear.

You whimpered. "Can't-"

"You okay? Need you to look at me." He cooed, nudging his nose against yours until you opened your eyes already swimming with tears.

"S'okay, you know I got you, right?"

You nodded, feeling every bit like a crybaby as you clung to his shoulders. You cried out again as he pressed deeper, feeling your rigid walls relax into a smooth, throbbing pulse around him as he slowly bottomed out inside you. Your chest felt heavy, mind somewhere beyond empty as you reveled in just how full he made you feel, your nerves alight feeling him nudging against your cervix.

The pain ebbed with your every exhale, your pussy easing up on its stranglehold letting him know he could move.

"Knew you were a good girl," his light praises made your nails scratch against his warm skin. "Gonna take it all, right?"

His lips devoured yours before you could respond, nipping at your bottom lip before marking a sloppy trail down the column on your throat.

"Wanna hear you make those pretty noises again, can you do that for me?" He spoke between each hot press of his lips against your skin. It felt like you were on fire, doused in sweat and helpless against the feeling of him rocking against your hips.

Little did you know it would be ingrained in his head forever, the feeling of you clenched around him and practically dripping down his twitching balls.

Your hand slid up to tangle in his hair as he found a rhythm, slow deep thrusts that tore moans from deep down in your diaphragm. The smack of his hips against yours made you feel like you were melting apart in a sticky puddle, like hardened sugar powerless to warm water.

The sound of skin smacking felt dreamlike and far away as your eyes screwed shut, fingers tugging at his snowy locks.

Stickiness spreads, hot and thick, throughout your body turning your mind into a sluggish mess and you swore you could feel your heartbeat through your entire body, thrumming in time with every one of Satorus thrusts.

"Fuck," he groaned, "You really know how to get me going." He was unabashedly thrilled to be the one to reduce you to a teary moaning mess, the very first to ever witness it. Equally exciting was the thought that he was the one getting to mold you to his cock, claim you and make sure nobody else could ever make you feel as good.

Your voice was cracking, wobbly on the verge of wailing and you dragged him down to you, frantic lips on any patch of skin you could reach before sinking your teeth into his shoulder after a particularly brutal thrust had him hitting you just right, enough to make stars dance behind your eyelids.

As your pussy clamped down again one of his hands slid down to roughly circle your aching clit, making you squeal and release his shoulder. Rough groans rose from his lips, tongue lapping at the now blooming red splotches on your neck from his previous nips to the skin.

"Gonna make sure I'm the only one who can take care of you."

His words barely reached your ears as you sobbed feeling something like pressure pop deep inside your tummy, wailing his name like a prayer all the whole his fingers never left your clit and his hips never slowed, fucking you through your orgasm.

"Hold on baby, I gotta pull out-"

"No," you hiccuped, delirium curling through the word and making his head drop, teeth gritting feeling your slick heat sucking him back in and your legs locked around his hips.

Your distant, glassy eyes and sweat sheened skin made the case for you, he wasn't going to deny you, the pretty little thing blubbering for him so sweetly against the mattress. But his right mind won out, pulling out at the last second to give himself a few harsh pumps before spilling hot and thick across your belly.

Your unfocused eyes watched him stroke himself dry, feeling the slick mess between your thighs and the little pin pricks of soreness along your throat. It took some time to feel like you'd regained any control of your body, bones feeling more like jello as Satoru toweled you off.

That amused grin stayed lodged on his face as he laid beside you, pulling you over so you were curled against his side.

You whined, small and cracked as your hand rested against his chest, the steady beat of his heart helping to ground you.

"What's the matter?" He mused, dragging his fingers up and down your back. "Can't do anything unless you tell me."

As you mumbled your request, eyes closed and avoiding his gaze, he broke out into a cocky laugh.

"There's always next time, don't worry your pretty little head."

[huntiesworld]

Tyrant | Chris Sturniolo

Sum: Another girl steals Chris away from Y/n. She gets revenge on Chris's car.

Warnings: Car smashing, cheating

Note: I know I keep doing Beyonce but I didn't have a plot for Chris, so I just did Tyrant by Beyonce.

Y/n: Pink

Chris: Blue

The hussy: Dark blue

I don't want him back, but I can't let go

The air was thick with tension as Y/n walked into their shared apartment, her heart heavy with a sinking feeling she couldn't shake. Chris was supposed to be home by now, but as she stepped further inside, the silence that greeted her felt suffocating.

She dropped her bag on the floor, her footsteps echoing in the empty hallway. The clock on the wall ticked loudly, each second stretching into an eternity of uncertainty. Y/n's mind raced with possibilities, none of them comforting.

Hangman, answer me now, You owe me a debt, you stole him from me

Finally, she heard it—a faint rustling from the bedroom. Dread coiled in her stomach as she pushed open the door, the scene before her confirming her worst fears.

Chris sat on the edge of the bed, his expression a mixture of guilt and surprise. Beside him, a woman Y/n vaguely recognized from Chris's workplace straightened her blouse, her own shock mirroring Y/n's.

Time seemed to freeze as Y/n took in the scene—the disheveled sheets, the lingering scent of perfume in the air. Tears welled up in her eyes, blurring her vision as the truth crashed over her like a tidal wave.

Oh, she got that whoa there, hangman got that whoa there, Don't act like you don't know, giddy up, giddy up (d.a. got that dope)

"Chris..." Her voice cracked, barely a whisper.

Chris stood up abruptly, his hands outstretched as if to explain, but the words caught in his throat. The silence stretched between them, heavy with betrayal.

"I can't believe..." Y/n choked on her words, her chest tightening with pain. "How long...?"

The other woman cleared her throat awkwardly, stepping back as if to give them space. "I... I didn't know he had a girlfriend," she murmured, her voice tinged with regret.

Can hear her body howl (in the moonlight, hey), I feel her eyein' me like owls (it's on sight, hey)

Y/n's gaze flickered between them, her mind reeling. The man she loved, the man she had trusted with her heart, had betrayed her. Anger surged within her, hot and fierce, but it was quickly overshadowed by a deep, gnawing sadness.

Chris finally found his voice, but his words were feeble, empty. "Y/n, I... I'm sorry. I don't know what came over me."

The apology fell flat, hitting Y/n like a slap in the face. She shook her head, her fists clenched at her sides. "How could you?" Her voice rose with a mix of anguish and rage. "After everything we've been through..."

Hide your man when the hangman come in town

Chris opened his mouth to respond, but Y/n cut him off, her voice trembling with emotion. "Just... just get out," she whispered, her words barely audible but laced with finality.

Chris's shoulders slumped in defeat, his gaze falling to the floor. Without another word, he turned and left, the weight of his betrayal lingering in the air like a bitter aftertaste.

How did you get used to the haunting? (The haunting), The willing, the missing, the wanting (the wanting)

Alone in the silence that followed, Y/n sank onto the bed, her tears finally breaking free. The pain of Chris's betrayal cut deep, slicing through the trust and love she had once held for him.

Hangman, teach me how not to cry, how not to cry, how not to cry

As she lay there, shattered and raw, Y/n knew that healing would take time. But one thing was certain—she would rebuild herself, piece by piece, stronger than before. And Chris's betrayal would serve as a painful reminder of the resilience she carried within her heart.

----A few days later--------

The days after Chris's betrayal passed in a blur for Y/n. Each moment was filled with a mix of anguish, anger, and disbelief. She had loved him with all her heart, trusted him completely, only to have that trust shattered by his infidelity.

Oh, she got that whoa there, hangman got that whoa there,

Unable to bear the weight of her emotions any longer, Y/n found herself driving to Chris's house one evening, her hands gripping the steering wheel tightly. She needed closure, needed to confront the reality of what had happened. The setting sun cast long shadows across the quiet neighborhood as she pulled up to his driveway.

Chris's sleek black car sat there, a stark reminder of his deceit. Y/n's breath hitched as she stared at it, memories of happier times together flashing through her mind like fragments of a broken mirror. Anger surged within her, a fiery determination to release the pain that had been consuming her.

Without hesitating, Y/n stepped out of her car and marched over to Chris's vehicle. The baseball bat she had brought with her felt heavy in her hands, but she wielded it with a fierce resolve. Her heart pounded in her chest as she raised the bat high above her head.

Hey, hey, ridin' you while we tryna get away

"Time to strike a match," she muttered through gritted teeth, echoing the lyrics of a song that once held so much meaning for them.

With a primal scream, Y/n brought the bat crashing down on the windshield of Chris's car. The glass shattered violently, shards scattering like stars across the pavement. She didn't stop there—blow after blow rained down on the car, each strike a release of the pent-up rage and hurt she had been carrying.

Tears streamed down Y/n's cheeks as she unleashed her fury, the sound of metal crunching and glass breaking echoing in the stillness of the evening. She felt a mixture of pain and catharsis with each strike, a visceral expression of the betrayal that had cut her to the core.

Ridin' you while we tryna catch a wave

"I trusted you," Y/n cried out into the night, her voice raw with emotion. "I loved you!"

Her arms trembled with exhaustion, her breath coming in ragged gasps. Slowly, the storm within her began to subside, leaving behind a hollow ache and the wreckage of Chris's car.

As she stood there, catching her breath, Y/n felt a strange sense of peace settle over her. The weight of Chris's betrayal hadn't lifted entirely, but in that moment of destruction, she had reclaimed a fragment of herself—a reminder that she was stronger than the heartache he had inflicted.

That's so sexy, and I know it, and I ain't afraid to show it

The distant sound of approaching footsteps broke through her reverie. Y/n turned to see Chris standing in the doorway of his house, his expression a mix of shock and regret. He took a tentative step forward, his mouth opening as if to speak.

But Y/n cut him off with a steely gaze, her voice trembling but firm. "You don't get to explain," she said quietly. "Not after what you did."

With that, Y/n turned on her heel and walked away, leaving Chris standing amidst the wreckage of his car. The bat slipped from her fingers, landing with a clatter on the ground. She didn't look back, didn't give him the satisfaction of seeing her break down again.

Tyrant every time I ride it, every time I ride it

As she drove away, the last rays of sunlight fading behind her, Y/n knew that the road to healing would be long and difficult. But with each mile, she felt a flicker of hope—hope for a future where her heart could mend, stronger and wiser than before.

These hips so hypnotic, I am such a tyrant

The End.

[chil2de]

that one scene from csm but make it my favourite haikyuu characters

aka: you give them the lollipop you were eating

featuring: miya atsumu, miya osamu, suna rintarou, sakusa kiyoomi, iwaizumi hajime, tendou satori

atsumu

“that’s nasty as shit”

“y’all still eat those?” atsumu sneers, slumping down on the bench beside you. he slings his arm over you to set down the drink he got for you. from your peripherals, you watch him screw open a bottle of water before chugging half the contents.

“what do you mean still? you’re acting like you were born three decades ago. have you ever even had one?”

“why would i eat one? it’ll be gone in like a minute” he scoffs, screwing the lid back on.

“that’s ‘cause you’re one of those psychopaths who bite straight into it. you’re supposed to wait for it to dissolve in your m—“

“wait for it to do what?”

“huh? dissolve in your m—“

you turn your attention towards atsumu’s stifled laughter.

“you’re tryin’ so hard to not say ‘suck’ and it’s fuckin’ killing me” he snorts, eyebrows raising in amusement.

“are you a child?” you sneer, gritting your teeth a little into the candy.

“i ain’t got a lollipop in my mouth”

“that’s why ‘samu’s the better twin.” you hum. when atsumu’s mouth rolls into an ‘o’ you take the opportunity to plunge the lollipop into his mouth, relishing the way surprise paints him.

for a second, your thumb lingers on his bottom lip. his eyelids are still blown with shock before he tucks the lollipop away, delicacy audibly knocking against his teeth.

“cute.” you hum, pulling atsumu’s bottom lip down. he jams his lips closed, shooting you daggers in the process. it only fuels you more when he’s left in a pout but his eyes shriek bloody murder.

“shut the hell up, asshole.”

-

osamu

“i mean..”

“here. you wanted this one, right?” osamu opens the grocery bag, rummaging through the contents before leaning over the passenger seat to give you your lollipop.

you lean back over to him, planting a small kiss onto his cheek before murmuring a soft thank you against his skin.

“oh! you got the melon one, too! i heard they’re good.” you hum, working the wrapper off as osamu drives the key into the exhaust.

“probably tastes like melon.” he laughs with a puff of exhaled air.

“you didn’t get one for yourself?” you inquire, turning to face osamu as he leans one arm behind your seat- peering out behind him to back out of the parking lot.

“one of..?” he trails, attention clearly elsewhere for a second.

“the lollipop. you wanna try?”

“(y/n), i don’t want your cooties.” osamu hums in amusement, yet continues to pop his mouth open whilst he’s still facing you. having not tried the lollipop yourself, you quickly give it a few swipes before letting osamu taste it.

“tastes like melon.” he agrees, humming thoughtfully as he straightens himself to face forward.

“right? it’s kinda weird, like there’s an aftertaste.”

“there’s a few extras in the bag, you wanna try those too?”

-

suna

“thanks.”

you sling your arm over your bed, digging and thrashing around for your phone until it falls within your reach. even though suna’s a room away, instead of using your voice, you decide to send him a message. you can even hear the faint buzz and ring of his phone going off in the distance.

it’s a beat, two, three until you can hear rustling ring in the air; followed by the faint pitter patter of suna’s footsteps.

when the door opens, he pops his head through with a look of disgruntlement evident on him.

“are you mute?” he sighs, glancing around to try to figure out what you want before you get a chance to speak.

you grab the lollipop from your mouth, sticking it out in front of you.

“i don’t wanna eat it anymore.”

suna slumps off of the door, taking a few steps forward to extend his hand before taking the candy from you.

“i’ll throw it away for you, doll.” he hums flatly, ghosting a smirk on his lips as he listens to your clamor and turmoil at the newfound information.

subsequently, when suna settles back down at his desk, he sends you a snap. the picture includes him holding the stick at an angle so that you can see the bulge of the lollipop against his skin, ornating his cheek in a small ‘o’. moreover, the caption reads “gotem😎”

-

sakusa

“no.”

sakusa raises an eyebrow incredulously at your morbid proposal, features scrunching into mutiny underneath his mask.

“give it here. i’m throwing it away.” he tilts his digits in a ‘come here’ motion, beckoning for you to hand the lollipop over.

“kiyoomiiii! it won’t kill you!” you guffaw, hesitantly handing over the candy in betrayal. he shoots you a sideways glare, carefully covering the lollipop up with the original wrapper it came in.

“but we’ve kis—“

“—how am i supposed to know that you’re not carrying a disease?” sakusa refutes, warning you to not cause a scene in front of his team mates. if they caught wind that he even allowed you to touch his hand, let alone kiss him, he’s sure that he’ll never hear the end of it.

later that day, as you swing by the gymnasium to catch the end of sakusa’s practice, you spot him halfway across the court- resting on a bench.

with every step forwards, your eyes focus on the foreign object that pokes out of his mouth. it’s a white lollipop stick, the same one you’d given him earlier.

you raise a finger in rebuttal, tone sneering.

“is that—“

he grabs the lollipop, motioning it towards you.

“why? you want it back?”

-

iwaizumi

“couldn’t you have bought another one?”

“iwa-chaaaan! how are your blood sugar levels?”

“iwa-chan?” his face scrunches, clearly disappointed and a little agitated over the downgrade in his pet name. whatever happened to babe? baby? haji, even? he’s not necessarily thrilled that you’re talking to him at the same level oikawa does.

“huh? you good?” you wave your hand out, fanning it in front of iwaizumi’s face to catch his attention.

“yeah, what? i don’t know. i don’t check it.” he huffs momentarily.

iwaizumi’s quick to spot the lollipop sitting in your mouth, tucked away in your cheek so that you can speak properly. you can already see the suspicion crawling onto him, and unfortunately he’s half a step further than you.

“don’t you have another one?” iwaizumi sighs, refusing to meet the puppy eyes that make his heart strings pull.

“why? don’t wanna share with me?” you grin, securing the stick in place so that he can’t grab ahold of it.

“really? you’re not gonna share it with me now?”

before you’re able to start a game of tug of war, iwaizumi steals the candy by yanking it out of your mouth and swiftly taking it for him to taste.

“what the hell?” his features bundle up into disgust and his gaze locks with yours. you can’t help the slight giggles that threaten to spill past your lips.

“you got the orange one? that’s nasty.” iwaizumi mumbles, twirling the lollipop in his mouth as though he might become accustomed to the taste.

“so? no one’s forcing you to eat it. spit it out or throw it away.”

“no way.”

-

tendou

“ehh? you really wanna share it?”

from across the assortment of candy jars that lay in front of him, tendou leans over the counter. he creases his brow in concentration, as though he’s plotting his next move to win a checkmate in chess. in fact, he’s just trying his best to pick what snacks to stockpile for when he’s cuddling with you later.

tendou’s face contorts into disgust and he hisses a low tut when his eyes lay upon the untouched container of black liquorice. he moves his slender fingers towards said container, analysing the amount of content inside.

“satori? you like black liquorice? it’s okay, i won’t tell anyone.” you sneer, digging your elbow into tendou’s side. he uncoils from the jar as though he’s just touched a hot pan.

“eh? do i look like someone who likes black liquorice?” he raises an eyebrow, setting the container back down before grabbing something else and stuffing it into a paper bag.

“i mean.. yeah? you were just fondling black liquorice?”

“whaaaat? there’s some things that i like fondling, but black liquorice ain’t one of them.” tendou hums, snapping his head back to look at you in his peripherals. you send another jab to his side, apologising profusely to the employee for his inappropriate comment.

“satori!” you guffaw, watching the smug grin tilt onto him whilst you’re left speeding away from him out of embarrassment. tendou only reaches his hand out and stops you short by the arm, assertively yet carefully dragging you back to walk alongside him.

“you can’t just say that in public!”

“say what?” he cocks his head, blowing his eyelids open with curiosity. you watch his lips descend into that cute little pout and you’ve almost lost your mind already.

“oh? but i didn’t specify what i was talking about, did i? you’re so diiiirtyyyyy~”

“shut up! whatever— anyways, what’d you get?” you grit your teeth, turning your face away from him.

you can feel tendou’s cold fingertips grasp your chin. he tilts you forward, other hand dipping a green lollipop into your mouth.

“here! this is for you, angel~”

-

people who reblog r cool <3

[hobipaint]

What got you into BTS? 😍 It's so interesting to know every army's story😍

for me? ahaha be prepared for an absolutely lengthy story

so we're talking about when I was nearly 13, and i was this kid who had barely heard any pop music of any form tbh - most of what i knew was taylor swift, ariana grande, justin bieber and one direction because that's all my classmates would sing. once a classmate covered stitches in music class and I really loved the song when I heard it again, and became a fan of shawn mendes after a few more songs - particularly aftertaste for some reason hehe. and another classmate told me about vh1 - I'm not too sure about how it is where you live? but for international pop fans in India, vh1 is like that one channel that plays pop music all day long- and told me about seeing shawn mendes on there. So I used to come from school, wash myself and eat my lunch while staring at vh1 in the hopes of seeing a shawn mendes video 🙈 I didn't have my own phone so the tv was really my only hope lol.

someday in july, I came home late because of an event I had to attend at school, and realised that I almost missed my daily wait for shawn mendes. and they had a segment that ran for an hour after the show I watched, called kpopped- I'm not sure if it still comes tbh,, I think they've merged kpop with international stuff now? and there's this really weird mv playing- there's someone in a bathtub, someone is running, someone is staring at the mirror, someone just plain looking at the camera, someone has a lollipop, someone is trying to sleep apparently - WAIT WHY DID HE THROW THAT BOTTLE AT THAT PERSON? WHY DID HE FAINT? WHY IS HE GETTING BEATEN UP - oh they're on a train? there's a bonfire? what is just happening?? And the song's name at the end of the video was I need u, by bts. I hadn't understood a word, or a scene, but the hook just drew me in.

I think what really got me into bts was trying to understand the underlying chaos in the i need u mv. I spent weeks watching lyric videos, learning the lyrics, spending time watching the behind the scenes (all hail bangtan subs) and trying to understand what exactly is happening in this particular video and all others (hyyh plots are a rabbit hole) and after a point I started taking a massive amount of interest in the lyrics and their meanings - it amazed so much that they conveyed so many things so beautifully in just minutes. and that's how I became an army, I guess? :)

[visual-explorxtion]

The One That Got Away [Leon S Kennedy x Reader] - One Shot (NSFW)

Synopsis: You caught your boyfriend cheating and you're looking for an emotional getaway in a bar. Until you met Leon and you both instantly hit it off. But not everything is what you hoped it would be.

A/N: This one took way too long. I've started writing this prior to everything I've posted and it was on and off in between. Imagine this as older Leon (RE Damnation and up). I had a basic outline of the plot but kinda got derailed further I wrote and now it's a smutty, angsty and depressing fic (Three for the price of one). I thought I wrote too much and also not enough but it turned into a 5 page fic. And I also didn't realise I was writing in first person until halfway through. So, bone apple tea.

Word count: 3,842

The low murmurs and whispers of conversation surround the dimly lit bar, just two blocks away from my own apartment. I thought I could catch a break from my reality and sit silently with a drink in my hand. Hoping that I would get drunk enough to let my thoughts shut down, even just for a little while. But my mind circles back to him. My so-called boyfriend. Even though we are dating, our relationship just seems so...platonic.

I shake my head and took another sip of my drink. The ice cubes are slowly diluting the burning sensation of whiskey down my throat. Soon, this wouldn't be enough to forget all my problems. Irritated by my drink, I set it back down on the bar table, hoping that the aftertaste of alcohol would take my conscious away. I place the glass gently back down on the coaster and nudging it back and forth until it is exactly in-line with the circumference.

I leaned forward, pressing my forearms against the chilly, oak bar table. The sharp sensation ran up my arm, sending goosebumps along with it, awaking my drunken state. That was the last thing that I want. Reality setting back in.

The place was illuminated by the strip lights underneath the bar table and several backlights coming from the shelves of liquid. My bleary eyes tried to focus as I lift up my hand to signal one of the bartenders. But, to no avail, they do not seem to notice my presence. "Goddamnit..." I muttered under my breath. At this point, I could just slip out of this place and they won't even know it. I thought about it for a second but decided that it was a bad idea.

"Bad night, huh?" A low, raspy voice called out. I looked towards my left, where the voice came from. A man sat two seats away from me. His fringe covered most of his face so I couldn't tell what he looks like, but his chin was in view, chiselled and full of stubbles that could be seen even in a place with poor luminosity. "You wouldn't even know it," I answer, surprised that someone notices my existence. I've seen this man before. He's always here when I come to this bar, sitting in the exact same seating. I assume he's one of the staffs here, but he could just be a regular. Either way, it isn't any of my concern.

He chuckled, "I've had a handful of those before. I understand how you feel." His head angled slightly towards my direction. His face is now just peeking out from behind his golden hair. His eyes are piercing blue, like a vast ocean full of mysteries. He's handsome, beautiful even, but full of pain and hurt beneath it all. How could a man be so beautiful, and yet, so fragile?

I scoffed at his response, taking another sip of my now watered-down beverage, eyes returning to his gaze. "I'm sure you do," I spoke, resting my chin on my palm, giving him a smug grin. Maybe this is what I need, talking to a stranger, surely this will take my mind off a lot of things. He shook his head and smiled. "Hey, I'm Leon. You come here often?"

My brows furrowed and a little smirk came out of my lips. "If you're looking for someone to warm up your bed, then I can assure you, you've got the wrong girl," I paused, "I'm already seeing someone." Those words made my stomach wrench. I know full well that I'm the one that's seeing them, but they don't see me. No, not in the same way. Not anymore.

A breath escaped through his nose as he replied, "Well, I guess that makes the two of us...kinda." He takes a final sip of his bourbon and signals. "Another round...and make that a double." The bartender nodded and pulls out two glasses from under the bar table, now half-filled with alcohol, the bartender place one glass in from of me and slid the other one in from of Leon. I raise the glass up with my thumb and index finger by the rim, inspecting its content. The backlight is shown through the transparent liquid and dispersed in all direction, it's pretty and hypnotic. Though, the effect of the drink itself isn't as pretty as you'd think.

"Glass half full or empty?" My question sounded more like a statement. Leon gave a little laugh to my expression. My cheeks slowly burned up into a pink hue as I relived those words inside my mind. How stupidly naive I must have sounded.

Leon took the hint of my embarrassment and also raised his glass. "I'm neither an optimist nor a pessimist. All I know is that this is a good bourbon. And sometimes, that's all that matters." He reached out with the drink in his hand. I stared at it for a good while, "I think we could both agree on that." I smiled to myself as I return the gesture. Our glasses emitted a small clink to our small celebration. Bottom of the glass now upturned and down goes the alcohol, the scorching feeling made my face scrunch up. The bourbon slowly making its way into my bloodstream as the room that surrounds me spin like a carousel.

Hours go by, the muttering of conversation comes and goes, I have no recollection of our exchange, yet some faint pieces of memories spark up in my head. Knowing that you were a stranger, I spilt all my secrets, my fears and weaknesses, but you just listened and nodded along. An emotion blooms inside me, a warmth, telling me that we are the same type of people, the way we understood each other. We are lonely and just wanna belong somewhere.

Every day, I look forward to the moment when the sun hangs low and the moon comes up to dance, almost every night, I wander back into the bar with a light flutter in my heart. Knowing full well that Leon would be there, in the exact same seating, a glass of bourbon to accompany him. I found my life with meaning once again, understanding that I am not alone. Our conversations found their way of chatting about my life, to his. The story of his life and the things he had done shaped the person he is now. Though I know he speaks truthfully, I can't help but notice the gaps in his biography that he decided not to fill in. Whether to think after everything he revealed would make me scared of him, or I would look at him in a pitiful way, but that did not matter. The Leon I met, he's nothing like how he described himself. In my eyes, he's a soft and gentle soul, who got a few humorous tricks up his sleeve.

Sometimes, I think I'm somewhat emotionally detached, even if the sky topples, my mental state will remain calm as the world crumbles around me. I wouldn't scream, nor would I cry, I'll just quietly accept this as my fate.

And fate's plan came crashing down on me in one swift motion. Not even a second too early or too late. My most traumatic and emotional experience, all happened in a small time frame of one sunny morning. When you live through a memorable moment in life, good or bad, they become forever etched into our brain. Just like a movie. But, that same scene plays over and over again, until you can't handle it anymore. The sight of your ex-boyfriend in bed with a woman that's not you. Her hair and eyes resemble your appearance, eyes gleaming in a dark hue with their soul still intact. But, you're not her. And she's not you. He didn't choose you.

The lookalike gripping her hands around his toned arm, trembling in fear of what might happen next. What I would do next. My vision holds not her, but the so-called of a man, whom I just realise is nothing but a coward. The air around the room is thick and heavy, no words were spoken, not even an explanation or an apology. Under the hint of light, silence can be heard, from his blank expression, I knew the answer. I left not because of a broken heart, but because I don't belong there anymore. And I'd be lying to myself if I say I wasn't sad. Deep down, you knew this was bound to happen. You knew this from the very beginning, the spark wasn't there. You just weren't ready to admit the facts because you are afraid. Afraid of being alone again.

Waves of emotions hit one after another. Exchanging between grief and relief, this emotional loop cycles on. The crystal glass in my hand mirrors my mental suffering. Once empty, then full again and empty once more. Now drowning in a pool of liquor, until I can no longer distinguish between night and day, I hope this cycle never ends.

"Isn't it a little too early to hit the bottle?" A familiar voice came into my earshot, "Well, if it isn't my new-found buddy, Leon! Come, drinks are on me!" The laughter in my throat refusing to cease, everything is now on autopilot. The room sways back and forth to the beat of the music, every bassline played made my head blurrier each time, the lights in the bar almost seem like someone crank the exposure to the highest level. He sighed and took a seat, seeing there's no other option. "Jesus...how many have you had?" His concert did not reach me as I just skimmed over his question. "Hmm...4? 5? I lost count...but who cares?! I'm here to have a good time!" I exclaimed, both fists pumped up in the air and chuckling idiotically to myself.

Leon's brows scrunch, a finger rubbing at his temple, the crease on his forehead gets deeper by the minute. His drink arrived but his focus was elsewhere, he would take one sip, then looks back at me, contemplating. "H-hey, aren't you supposed to...protect the city or s-something, Mr detective-man-or-whatever?" I hiccuped, with half my speech slurred. "I'm not a cop. I don't...can't protect people." He took another sip. "Isn't that...hic...what you've told me?" I pressed on, this isn't what I've intended to do. He exhaled, "It's complicated." A drunken smirk left my nose, the alcohol had intoxicated my system and left my mouth defenceless. "Is it really that complicated? Or do you just not want to tell me the truth?" Jesus! Shut up, me! I can see the rage boiled behind his darken eyes, his fists gripped and nails digging deep into his flesh. "You. Need to stop drinking."

The clock strikes midnight, but neither one of us had any intentions to sober up or face whatever reality has prepared for us. We laughed, argued and make flirtatious jokes to one another. The air between us shifted, hot but still intoxicated. Even so, my mind still lingers on the images that shattered my heart into a million pieces. I don't want this anymore. "Hey...what if I kiss you right n-now? How would you react?" I giggled. "Sure. I'd be glad to," he said, facetiously. "Pfff, come on! I'm serious!" another hiccup. "You're drunk and trying to take the piss out of me." I locked eyes with him, setting my next words in a serious manner. "Am I? Why don't you come and find out?" I slid my hand from his forearm down to the back of his hand, drawing circles with my index finger, tempting and testing his borderline. A small grunt caught in between his lips, gaze running up my skin and idly to my mouth, his fixed stare lingered what feels like an eternity until we meet eye to eye.

What happens next came to me like a blur. I took his hand and led him away from the bar. The place was too packed for anyone to know if we were gone by the next second. We stumble away through the crowds of drunks living on cloud nine, but our hands kept a grip tight on one another. I pushed on; wanting to feel something, anything, even just for tonight. The burning desire inside has reached its limit, but so was Leon's. He twirled me around and constrained my backside up against the bathroom door. His body leaned in close to mine, our faces just an inch apart. The feverish breath touched my neck, turning me on even more so. I can feel his hesitation as his lips close within range, just hovering close to yours. "Would it really kill you if we kiss?" my words were hushed, giving him the final push. And those were the few words to make him let go of his rationality. Before I could acknowledge my next thought, his hand slip under the back of my neck with a firm grip and our mouths collided in the heat of the moment. His kiss was strong and passionate, everything that I imagined it would be, my hips feeling every inch of his, teeth gently grazing my bottom lip as I parted them to deepen his taste. Heat radiates off his chest as our tongues now intertwined with the taste of bourbon and sweetness, Leon showed no signs of backing down as his hand squeeze my hip tighter. But we had to break our physical contact when the chatter grew louder from inside the bathroom. Our hearts still racing, panting breathlessly and aching to be together again, though both of us would rather avoid being caught in an awkward situation.

My body mindlessly took us further down the deserted corridor to a backdoor that leads to an alleyway, the door itself could easily be missed if not observed carefully. I extended a hand to push open the door but was abruptly interrupted by Leon's demanding kiss. Eager to be whole again, he hoisted me off the ground effortlessly, binding my leg around his slender waist. The faint sound of music could be heard from the interior of the building, imitating the beat of our hearts. My back is up against the rugged wall once more. His nails dug into my thigh as I whimpered at the pain but Leon's kiss grew more hungry and impatient, urging for something more. The heat between my legs burning white-hot for this man with absolute longing. As if he could read my thoughts out loud, his hand travelled up to the waistband of my jeans, a finger hooked underneath and running it across my waistline and stopping just before where the buttons clasp. His tease sends chills along my lower abdomen, I'm struggling to keep up my composure.

Leon's icy blue gaze pierced through me, signifying his needs. "Do it." With the sign of my approval, he ripped the jeans clean off my sweat-covered legs without a hitch. My bare limbs glistening in the moonlight, reflecting off the moisture with the gentle breeze caressing them. The heat on my face grew, knowing that my lower parts are only concealed with a thin layer of fabric that's half opaque. Leon smugly grinned at the sight presented to him, licking off the residue from our kiss, he lets me down delicately as my feet touch the sturdy ground. He shifted and on both his knees, positioning himself in between my legs, feeling nervous being fully exposed to him. I stifled a gasp as Leon steady my balance with hands on either side of my hips, his kisses trail down the torso, leaving marks all over my stomach, down to my v-line. His soft fingertips skim the hem of pants then he dipped his head low, the black, lacy underwear caught between his teeth, removing them until I'm left bare and vulnerable.

I can feel his eyes exploring every inch of uncovered skin, like a wolf with his hunting instinct. His mouth found its way to your folds. The next thing you know, a foreign feeling spreads open your lower organ, heat escaping from your core and drip down to your inner thigh. You squirm and twitch with every movement of his tongue, chest rapidly rising and falling with each breath taken, you know you are close to the edge. Your hands clench his hair gently as he continuous drive over your sweet spot, humming, until you unravel your senses upon him. Knees giving out as everything tingles from head to toe, Leon catches you in his arms as you recover your strength.

Cleaning you off with the tip of his tongue, he reclaims his posture to tower over you and returns lips onto yours. The passionate kiss filled with desire, you can taste your own thirst mixed with his own saliva. Sultry and sweet. Chest to chest, every curvature and dips of his toned muscles embrace my own, our heartbeats synchronised. His scent of cologne mixed with sweat gives me a sense of comfort. I can feel the outline of his bulge through the thick fabric. One hand placed on the small of my back, the other desperately uncuffs his belt and down to his pants, revealing his length. My eyes widen in awe at the size of his...thing. It's pressed up against my abdomen, from shaft to the tip, Leon seems to be satisfied with my reaction as his egotistic smirk painted across his face. I swallow, mentally preparing myself before any attempt on riding him. Holding the base of his cock, now positioned near your entrance, you draw a hand near it and gently massage it. As if it's fragile, my hand gave it a few pumps then guide his tip inside. All that foreplay made it much easier for him to enter.

His tip without any difficulty. "Breathe" his deep, husky voice whispers in my ear, then inch by inch, until he fills up all my crevices inside. He took a pause, letting me adjust to his size for a minute, then slid back out again. Without a word of warning, he thrusts his cock back in all the way to the hilt as I let out a lusty yelp. The electric shock sends my pelvic muscles twitching and tensing around his cock, the repetitive motion causes me to ache for him even more. My hips sway and grind along to the beat of his movement, harder and faster, making him let out a soft cuss. The twinge at the back of my mind resurfaced again, flashbacks of this morning's event, haunting my thoughts again. Standing in the same doorway, looking at him and her on the same bed, same stiffness in the air. But, I'm looking at me through her eyes now, situated in this dark alley. The fear crept in. I can't love him. I know better than this.

"Hey. Just focus on me." Leon's hands cupped my cheeks, radiating the warmth I know, calling me back to the light. His tongue has taken up my mouth once more, diverting my focus from my own broken mind to the love he's providing. But you shouldn't. Hips picking up the pace, every bump and vein hitting my sensitive spot as I cry out, calling his name out in ecstasy. Leon's breathing is getting heavier with every beat he thrusts, bringing me and him closer to coming undone. Hot liquid spilling out, filling you up to the bream, overflowing like my emotions. The feeling he provided which shifted something inside, a beacon of light into my own soul. He pulled out, the inner content spilling out slightly as we redress ourselves again.

Out of the corner of my eye, I saw it. The pang of guilt hit him. Just like everyone else. My feet stumbled a few steps back, almost tripping myself up in shock. The tears behind my eyes threaten to fall out. I have to get out of here. I spin on my heels and made a run for it. This isn't how it is supposed to turn out. I know better. Knew. "Wait! At least let me take you home-" "No!" My feet kept on pushing me, yelling at me to keep going. Hot tears pour out inevitably, unlike tonight. It's all my fault. I naively believed that we were the same- wanting the same thing, am the same type of people. I was wrong. All I ever wanted was to stop being alone, but you chose this. You wanted to be alone. And I've made a mistake. "Wait, goddamnit." I stopped in my tracks, tears falling nonchalantly. I turned, leaving him with only a few words. "I'm sorry...but I fell in love with you tonight." But we both knew the answer.

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[firefrightfic]

Chapters: 1/? Fandom: DCU (Comics), Batman - All Media Types Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Jason Todd/Slade Wilson Characters: Jason Todd, Slade Wilson Additional Tags: Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Mating Cycles/In Heat, Possessive Behavior, Family Drama, Porn With Plot, Loss of Virginity, Intersex Omegas

Summary: Jason definitely isn't expecting to run into Deathstroke the Terminator in a random, hole in the wall bar in Kentucky. What he is expecting is to spend his oncoming heat alone, like he always does, since there's not a decent alpha in the world willing to risk the big bad Bat's anger enough to sleep with him. Lucky for him, though, Slade is there to prove him wrong on both accounts. That is, if Jason's willing, anyway.

Jason's in the middle of his third drink in the hole in the wall bar, in an out of the way town in fucking Kentucky of all places, when Slade goddamn Wilson drops onto the barstool next to him.

It takes him a second to realize. The first warning he has is the bartender drawing up straight, looking past him towards the door with sudden focus, and the second is the too-close waft of alpha scent that overrides even the whiskey in his glass. It almost sort of matches the smokiness of the liquor, if it weren't for the sharp gunmetal aftertaste that lodges itself at the back of his throat. A body slides onto the stool right next to his, jean-clad knee almost brushing his thigh, and it's the fourth fucking alpha to come at him tonight so he turns on the person encroaching on his personal space with a snarl already on his lips. Except his eyes have to go a lot further up than he expected, and the white hair and eyepatch that meet him are familiar enough to kill the snarl in his throat before it can be anything more than a faint vibration.

He stalls out.

"Hey there, kid," fucking Deathstroke says, with a smirk. "Fancy running into you here."

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[sieben9]

“the devil’s due” impressions

{Quick request to anyone reading: I’m watching OUaT for the first time, and I want to avoid spoilers. So, if you want to discuss something spoilery, I’d be grateful if you could start a new post for that. Thank you!}

Dear Lord. This episode. Did I like it? Did I not? I’m not sure, but I sure have some strong feelings on the matter. They just don’t separate neatly into positive or negative ones.

One thing I do know without a doubt, and that is that I might just have witnessed the funniest ten seconds of dialogue in modern television.

“I’m sure we’ll laugh ourselves sick about it one day.”

yeah, that is the face of a man having WAY too much fun.

Anyway, watch me figure out what I think under the cut. Warning, this is even ramblier than usual, and therefore kind of long.

So… yeah, probably not my favourite episode. It’s not terrible as such, and I love some bits and pieces that came out of it, but overall, it just leaves a weird aftertaste.

One of my main problems is definitely that every character seems a bit… off. Not entirely OOC, just “the usual character, but a bit to the left���. And when that’s happening to the entire cast, you do wonder if some kind of alien bodysnatching has taken place. …wait, no, this is fantasy. Maybe a doppelgänger situation, then? Whatever it is, people are being weird this episode, and I don’t like it.

Before I get into anything else, before I get into anything else, though, I just want to mention the one bit I unequivocally liked. And that was Regina visiting Daniel’s headstone. It had next to nothing to do with the actual plot, but it was such a sweet moment, and seeing the look on Regina’s face when she realised that her first love had made it out was just… nice. I liked it. And I appreciate it when we get to see the little moments.

good on you, stable boy.

Just... look at her face! She almost didn’t want to know, and then she was so happy, but also sad, because of course she would be sad, and... ::happy sigh:: Yeah, again: a good moment, this moment.

Alright, on to the main plot. Specifically, the flashback, because it lays the foundation for a lot of… let’s be polite and call it “stuff” in the present.

It took me a while to realise how the plot connects to the present day (more on that later), and even now that I do, I’m still not sure if this flashback was, strictly speaking, necessary.

Yes, we had to introduce drama around Belle being pregnant (apparently), but I’m not convinced this was best way — or even a good way — to do it. At best, the story felt like retreading old ground, and not in the way that showed new facets, either and at worst, it undermines fundamental pieces of established character history. Specifically: one of spinner!Rumple’s defining characteristics was his willingness to do absolutely anything for his son. Now, I’m not blaming him for flinching away from a murder in any way, shape, or form, but I just don’t get with the story was supposed to show me in terms of character depth.

I’m also slightly perplexed by Milah’s reaction to the deal Rumple made with the healer. (And was the only one who thought “if you wanted that guy dead so badly, why didn’t you stab him yourself?”)  No, I didn’t expect her to be thrilled, but… how should I put this… Baelfire is something between five and six in this flashback. Something tells me you weren’t really trying to have any more children at this point.

Also, an honourable mention to this weird Hook-doppelgänger, who turns up in the last couple of seconds.

I mean, we’ve seen other flashbacks of Hook from around this time, and while he might have had his tender moments, I don’t believe he had this full-on Romantic Hero mode in him. Especially not in defence of the complete stranger.

Ah, well, water under the bridge and all that.

Back in the present day, let me start with one little tidbit for those among you who are just as immature as I am: apparently, “Underbrook” sounds exactly like “onderbroek”, which is the Dutch word for underpants. (With thanks to @idesignedthefjords) Do with that knowledge what you will. I mostly just giggled at it a lot.

Alright, back to the actual plot. Specifically:

Belle is pregnant. Yay?

…as with the entire episode, I really don’t know how to feel about that. Good things can have bad timing, but I feel like this timing is particularly bad. (Also, they’ve come this far without addressing Emilie de Ravin’s rather obvious baby bump, so it’s not like this is a “we had to write in the pregnancy to explain the pregnancy” situation.) I mean, if nothing else, my OTP is having a baby and there’s at least some part of me that’s happy about that. But please get your shit together, you two, so I can stop worrying about this whole mess.

In conclusion: I should probably be thrilled about the tiny Rumbelle baby (Rumbaby?), but I’m mostly worried. This has all the hallmarks of something that will go extremely, terribly, horribly wrong, and that’s before we count in the fact that technically, the god of the dead has guardianship over the little sproglet and is currently blackmailing its father.

that makes for two blackmailings this season alone. three more and he gets a free footlong!

Also, remember how Pan is not allowed to use the word “fertile” again, ever, in this world or any other?

Yeah, I’m officially taking the words “baby-making” away from Hades, and he’s not getting them back. Sorry, pal, but you’ve proven that you can’t use them responsibly.

OK, inappropriate humour over (for now), back to one of my more burning questions. Which is “What the hell were you thinking, Emma?”

The fact that you told Milah about Neal shows that you know that his wellbeing is of concern to people who aren’t you or Henry. In fact, you’ve never met the woman before, never heard a single word about her until that hilarious introduction, but you immediately intuited that she’d want to know that her son is safe and happy.

…so why did it never occur to you to tell his father? The man literally spent centuries trying to reunite with his son, and you know all of that.

just my uninformed opinion, but this looks like the face of a man who would have liked having that information earlier. and possibly to his face.

So what was the thought process there? Because what comes across is that she was cruel for cruelties sake alone. Not the best angle for one of the main characters, who’s already looking like a selfish ass for dragging her family down to purgatory to save her boyfriend.

Speaking from a writerly perspective, it’s obviously for Plot Reasons, because otherwise Rumple wouldn’t have scryed for his child, so he wouldn’t have found out about Belle’s pregnancy, Hades wouldn’t have been alerted, and Rumple would have no compelling reason to work for him. I’d still like to think that there is a better way to get all of these points across than… this.

By the way, here’s where the flashback connects to the present-day plot, in my opinion: both past and present Rumple were presented with a choice of taking a life in order to save others. (The parallel isn’t perfect, because Hades didn’t bring up Rumple’s unborn child until later, but I think when the literal god of the dead threatens to kill everyone you brought with you, that still counts as imminent danger.) First time around, he refused and found another way, and was punished for it. Both by Milah’s reaction and, oddly enough, by the narrative. In the present, he doesn’t hesitate to deliver the fatal blow, and that’s presented as a bad thing, too. I doubt this was the original intention, but what I’m getting is “sometimes, there are no good choices”. Which is… well, kind of a bummer. (As an aside, I do have to wonder if Hades let Milah see him on purpose, just to back Rumple into this particular corner. It would fit with his personality…)

The one thing I’m objectively angry at, is the writing. Because I want the people responsible to look me in the eye and say that it was really necessary to fridge the same character twice. I don’t even like Milah, but this just made me really uncomfortable. Are you really telling me that there was no other way to make Hades look “scary” and remind us that Rumple does bad shit when he’s backed into a corner?

good scene, though

In a darkly humorous turn of events, this time it wasn’t even his fault for not telling anyone else about the threat. Because Hades’s ultimatum was basically “destroy this ship right now, or everyone here dies”. That doesn’t leave much time to find a loophole, does it?

If nothing else, I did like the quiet conversation between Rumple and Milah. The two actors really got that underlying emotion of “way too much time has passed for us to still hate each other” across. I think that was reflected in Rumple’s comment afterwards. No, he didn’t enjoy killing Milah (Frankly, I highly doubt he enjoyed the first time, but that’s literally another story), because that part of his life is so far behind him, and so far behind her, too, that all strong emotions have long since burned away. I don’t think he would have begrudged her if she had gotten to move on. Shame that never happened, right? ::glares at writers::

Blergh. Sorry this was such a rambling mess, but I was really happy when I realised this was a Rumple-centric, only to have that joy systematically crushed into a pulp of bewildered incomprehension and a faint sense of betrayal. This episode probably wasn’t bad, from a technical standpoint, but it was decidedly unpleasant to watch.

So, to not close this out on me being mopey and annoyed... here’s the Amazon episode summary.

...dear Amazon: are you sure you sold me the right episode?

[russianwineclub-blog]

Evening members RWC.

Everyone is relaxing in their own way and with their own drink.

Wine – De La Finca

Winery – Raventos. I Blanc

Vintage - 2014

FeedBack - Medium gold with amber tinges, very attractive colour. The nose is light but has distinct sour apple, white flowers, citrus peel and then on the end more distinct honeyed and yeasty notes and a nice minerality. The palate carries over far more of the yeasty and honeyed notes with faint citrus on the finish. Excellent fine mousse and fantastic acidity keeping it crisp and light. Excellent example of a cava style, not as honeyed and rich as a champagne but lovely in its own way, definitely recommend!

https://twitter.com/RaventosiBlanc

Rating Vivino 4.1 - https://www.vivino.com/raventos-i-blanc-de-la-finca/w/1818542?year=2014

#RWC_Daily #RWC_Club #RaventosIBlanc #Macabeo #Xarel-lo #Parellada  #ConcadelRiuAnoia #terroir #vinoespumoso #tierra #slowliving  #SpanishCava

Wine – Rosé de Saignée Brut Champagne

Winery – Vollereaux

Vintage - 2008

FeedBack - The pick of the tastings for me and I’m not a fan of the pink stuff! 100% PN, 4yrs in cellar, same 9g sugar. Macerated on skins for 24-72 hrs. 👀clear, deep pink salmon, ultra inviting fine bubbles. Mouth waters just at the sight. 👃🏻light and clean, strawberries, raspberries, loganberry but refined and not overpowering. 👅dry, great complexity and interaction with acidity. Again not as powerful as expected but great structure and layers of strawberry and tangy raspberry. Lasting red fruit finish.Buy!

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Rating Vivino 3.7 - https://www.vivino.com/vollereaux-champagne-rose-de-saignee-brut/w/1209330?year=2008

#RWC_Daily #RWC_Club #ChampagneFrance #Chardonnay #Champagne #PinotNoir

 Wine – Special Club Blanc de Blancs Brut Champagne Grand Cru 'Chouilly'

Winery – Vazart-Coquart & Fils

Vintage - 2008

FeedBack – Start! (The Jam) Big Vazart-Coquart vertical #1 Lieven served us this 08 Special Club as a luxurious palate cleaner, before the serious bubbles were uncorked. The only bottle that wasn’t recently disgorged, as all the following ones were disgorged especially for us some months ago. This great and lively BdB had an inviting citrus-blossomy nose and a mouth full of fruit with layers of peaches, pear and candied lemon on toast, sprinkled with smoky chalk and evolving from very dry to nicely creamy. Great!

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Rating Vivino 4.2 – https://www.vivino.com/vazart-coquart-special-club-blanc-de-blancs-brut-champagne-grand-cru-chouilly/w/2105980?year=2008

#RWC_Daily #RWC_Club #ChampagneGrandCru #ChampagneFrance #Chardonnay #Champagne

Wine – Eltviller Rheinberg Riesling Trocken

Winery – J.B. Becker

Vintage – N

FeedBack - Traditional Rheingau Riesling made by a man with a serious mustache, aged in big Fuder and released after proper aging at ridiculously low prices. This is a normal plot in central Rheingau but still delicious!! Nose: aged riesling petrol notes with seductive candied lemon, chamomille, Fuji apples, ripe apricots+superglue. Palate: ripe citrus, round pineapple, subdued minerality but still amazingly crisp+acidity. Ripe strawberries lead to warm pear, honey. Banana joins in for the long aftertaste.

Rating Vivino 4.0 – https://www.vivino.com/jb-becker-eltviller-rheinberg-riesling-rheingau/w/1791216

#RWC_Daily #RWC_Club #Riesling #Rheingau #GermanRiesling #JBBecker

Wine – Cuvée des Caudalies Brut Millesimé Champagne Grand Cru 'Avize'

Winery – De Sousa

Vintage – 2006

FeedBack - disgorged 2006. Started off as a completely diff style to the Clos de Goisses, oxidative and also almost sherry like aromas, pungent and powerful. On the palate is intense, but not as focus and refined. (3.5*). Only getting more focus with brighter fruits and salinity complexity toward the end of the dinner (4*). Could be not in Gd shape due to travelling. But I believe this will show better in normal condition & has the substance and balance (showing at the end) to get better.

Rating Vivino 4.6 –  https://www.vivino.com/de-sousa-and-fils-champagne-cuvee-des-caudalies-grand-cru-brut-millesime/w/1755939?year=2006

#RWC_Daily #RWC_Club #FrenchChampagne #Champagne #Chardonnay #DeSousa

Wine – Dizy-Terres Rouges Rosé Extra Brut Champagne

Winery – Jacquesson

Vintage – N

FeedBack - Rosé Champagne, with such a lucid and strong strawberry color puts it quite apart. Mineral and dry essence, can be identified from a mile away. It has a unique character, taste, color and feel, is really gorgeous. Strawberries are very present in mouth, the expression of the Pinot Noir is fantastic and quite powerful. Bubbles are so fine and enduring.. making this a very special treat.

Rating Vivino 4.2 – https://www.vivino.com/champagne-jacquesson-dizy-terres-rouges-rose-extra-brut-champagne/w/2177057

#RWC_Daily #RWC_Club #FrenchChampagne #Champagne #PinotNoir #Jacquesson

Wine – Riesling Classic

Winery – Karl May

Vintage – 2017

FeedBack - Just enough crispness and minerality to cut through the heat in southeast Asian and Mexican dishes. Good enough on its own, but I would say it is excellent for pairing with spicy dishes. Solid value, too!

Rating Vivino 3.7 – https://www.vivino.com/karl-may-riesling-classic/w/2561283?year=2017

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Wine –Révolution Blanc de Blancs Non Dosé Champagne Grand Cru

Winery – Doyard

Vintage – N

FeedBack - A super apertif brought by Champagne Spy which we enjoyed before a blind tasting of 6 outstanding champagnes. Thank you for bringing Dan. 100% chardonnay from grand crus Avize, Mesnil, Oger and Cramant. 35-40yr old vines. 50% aged in barrels. Partial malo. Aged 7 years before release. Zero dosage. Crispy fruit and minerality. Fairly easy going but well made with some density. Perfumed. Long juicy and chalky palate.

Rating Vivino 4.0 – https://www.vivino.com/doyard-champagne-revolution-blanc-de-blancs-grand-cru-non-dose/w/5092992

#RWC_Daily #RWC_Club #FrenchChampagne #Champagne #Doyard #ChampagneGrandCru

Wine – Noir Extra Brut Champagne

Winery – Alexandre Bonnet

Vintage – N

FeedBack - Bone dry, fresh, apples, brioche. Long and lasting finish with lemon and green apples. Perfect with seafood and shellfish. Blended with Extra Brut purpose. 4 stars was a bit cheap. An extra half star for the finish alone. 2010/11/12 Reserve wine; 2013 Base. 2g/l.

Rating Vivino 4.0 – https://www.vivino.com/alexandre-bonnet-champagne-noir-extra-brut/w/1598986

#RWC_Daily #RWC_Club #FrenchChampagne #Champagne #PinotNoir #AlexandreBonnet 

[dragonsinkwell]

Snippet #33

Back to the, now properly tagged, Vampkira!AU, which I feel deserves an actual introduction. Back when Akira Kurusu was the only name we had, I ended up drafting a whole story plot with him as a vampire and the other PTs as different, traditionally ‘Western’ monsters/creatures, a sort of foil to the work-in-progress Yokai!AU. The whole this is essentially a love letter to one of my favorite tropes: enemies to friends to lovers. Why is it still Vampkira? Because it sounds way better than Vampren, that’s literally it. However, I’ve been tooling around with a more generic vampire!AU that is completely unrelated, so that’s the breakdown there and hopefully the tags help keep them distinct.

But today’s piece is set near the end of the eventual Act 1, where things finally come to a head and it becomes very obvious something will have to give. Spoiler: they talk shit out like adults because it’s only Act 1 but boy do they have to work for that rather tsun friendship.

“Shut it,” you hiss, bringing your gun back out and aiming it squarely at the man beneath you, “I don't want to hear about justice from you.”

There was no mistaking the faint telltale haze of fear on Ren's face, though you wouldn't have known him well enough to spot it before, and it made your stomach churn. You had to kill him, no matter the traitorous hesitation in you. How could you let people die for a hollow justification at the hand of a vigilante simply because you were lonely? This was the right thing to do; this is what it cost and you would bear it regardless of your desires. In an attempt to silence the man and steel your resolve, you put more weight on the foot pinning his chest.

“Hypocrite,” Ren accuses with a gasp, too exhausted and hurt to put up more than the barest struggle. He knows an opening when he sees one, however, and out of options he takes a gamble. “You're no better than me, hunter.”

Your reaction is instant, he can see the way your jaw clenches and eyes widen, but because of this he misses the pressure on his chest disappear. By the time he notices you've moved your foot, it connects with his side in a vicious kick that leaves him in agony and gasping for air.

Fury is all you can taste as you stalk over to his new position and kneel over him, keeping the barrel of your gun trained at his face. “You use your victims' crimes as an excuse for your improper judgment, going outside the law and killing them without so much as a chance to pay for their misdeeds. Don't you ever compare us!”

“And how many chances have you given me?” he spits, trying desperately to manipulate the odds back into his favor. “Am I so inhuman that I can't be offered the same?”

The finger you held on the trigger twitched a fraction and Ren's flinch was unmistakable. How dare he! Your ideals couldn't be swayed; you were righteous! But just as you open your mouth to retort, a sickening cold settles in your gut. In the place of words you grasp your gun ever tighter and try desperately to summon the strength to do what you set out to accomplish. Your views were irreconcilable; one of you would have to give to coexist the way your heart had begun to desire. It wouldn't be you. It couldn't.

A moment passes, and your own hesitation makes you flinch, warrior instincts fully convincing you to prepare for a counterattack that does not come. The chill of realization spreads into your veins as you stare down at Ren. He had been human once, hadn't he? Just like your mentor, like the people you hoped to save. Just like you. If you'd stand up for even the most wretched person to face a fair trial, if you would defend the right of all mankind to a chance at redemption, then was it unthinkable that you might owe Ren the same? You didn't even know if he'd had a choice in his new state of existence, so who were you to judge him?

Slowly, you rise to your feet, though your aim never wavers. “You're right,” you say, the words leaving a bitter aftertaste in your mouth. A stoic numbness overtakes you; the strange swirl of emotion leaves you feeling distant and sick. “You're right, and I hate it.”

Steel eyes snap wide open as Ren gapes up at you, clearly taken by surprise at your admission. When he doesn't move, not even to respond, you re-engage the safety on your gun and holster it.

“Why am I more deserving of life than the people you kill? Next time I see you, I want an answer. If you don't give it to me, you're dead.” As soon as you finish speaking you turn on your heel, not bothering to wait for any reply.

[rakuraiwielder]

black hole eclipse: my orbit is the sun in the sky

White light, and a star reborn. V-route(ish).  

A Mystic Messenger Pokémon AU. Loosely based on Sun and Moon.

Also on AO3

Foreword:

i love pokemon ᕙ༼ຈل͜ຈ༽ᕗ

*this is part from a massive Mysme’s Pokemon au I planned out prior to V-route concerning a purely platonic V/MC path. I’ll probably never release it fully, especially since the release of the SUMO sequels. But there are several close-loop scenes that I really love. I might write them all out one day, or come up with a completely different pokemon au idea and do that instead heh 

the MC has a nickname for plot reasons btw, but her real name is a mystery #spoilers: shes you aHA

character relationships are purposefully unspecified 

She thinks she sees him first, a sliver of white peering out of the alleyway as the procession passes. Even from this distance, he stood out from the ochre colours and bright splashes of everyone else, the glossy black of his jacket catching the fire’s light. Traditional music blasts through the streets, mixed with the constant shuttering of V’s handheld camera. The latter was humming under his breath, echoing the triumphant melody of the festivities that overtook all of Akala Island.

Someone had been crowned champion tonight.

A breeze blows, smelling of spice and heat. A man had started a chant in the crowd, singing a song that relates to their beloved Tapu. A chorus of roars follow; Tauros stamp their feet, Marowak slam their clubs into the earth, sharp bones catching green swirls of fire, and the people began the uproar anew. The edges of his hood shift, and suddenly Deneb sees his eyes. Two glints of swirling green, and this time it was impossible to hide the white shock that blankets his head.

The boy blinks at her, and she thinks she sees him say something. But the alleyway was too far away, her memory still fuzzy, and V-

V.

She turns back to look at him. The photographer was picking at the lens, blue eyes unusually bright and focused. Below them the dancers had started to circle, flower leis weaving gracefully through their hair. An Oricolo spins through them, standing poise in centre. Another series of clicks, and V pulls back, thumbs the buttons and changes the setting. He was all gentle precision and swift fingers now, stuck in the zone she sees mirrors hers whenever her partner growls in sync to the heartbeat pulsing in her veins.

So when the drums continue to its climax she slips away, sneakers skittering on uneven pebbles as she brushes past the surging crowd. It wouldn’t take very long. With any luck she would return before he notices she was gone. The smell of sweets fills her lungs as she nudges her way through a snaking queue. Children run pass her, the crunch of Malasadas sweet and hot in their mouths, all sugar, sugar, sugar and the memory of a cool day and Casteliacones and a flustered demeanour as the boy finishes his third cone and oh, oh she remembers now.

The ice cream boy.

Deneb stops, cranes her head to find him amidst the countless alleyways. She almost recoils when green eyes meet her gaze immediately, the boy staring blatantly as he watches her. Another blink fixated on her; this time she was close enough to see the upturn quirk of his lip before he pushes off the bricked wall and walks into the shadow.

“Hey!” The sound that leaves her mouth was lost to the tumultuous applause of a thousand hands and bells. Something smooth brushes her cheek; a Chimecho twitters heartily as it floats by. It tickled, and she resists the urge to rub the shivering skin as she stumbles into the gaping hole that led into the city’s backdoor maze.

The air was cooler here, untouched by the heat of tribal fires and warmth of the populace. Deneb pants, presses a hand to her heart as she slows down. Footsteps thud softly in the distance, a lone speck of clarity. A head turned back; green eyes illuminated from the dim light of the cloudless sky. The boy watches her follow before continuing down the path.

“Wait, I forgot to thank you!” Gold eyes furrowing in confusion, Deneb jogs after him. “I still owe you an ice cream, remember…?” He could hear her, she knows he must have. Shadows lengthen as the walls of the alleyway slopes downwards. Little squeaks sound from the edges; feet pattering, grass rustling. Even in the darkest parts of Heahea there was still a sprout of nature. She turns at the corner and finally sees him; standing in the centre of the path, back to her as he stares unseeingly at the winding road ahead.

Here the noises of the festival were muffled, trapped in a bubble that could not reach. Deneb presses forward, stopping just shy of a few feet; comfortable, comfortable, this was how they stood before-

“It’s you, isn’t it?” A beat of uncertain silence. Why wasn’t he talking?

Slowly the boy turns around, the soft green of his irises glowing in the dark. He was wearing a smile. Something else fuzzes at the edge of her mind; did he ever give a name?

“Um, hi?” Her hands clamber to do the regional greeting, clumsy fingers sticking together as her palms fall awkwardly to the side. The boy blinks again, the edges of his lip curling before he repeats the action, hands still in midst of forming an incomplete arc before he stops, arms hovering as he pauses, seemingly staring past her. A crooked positioning triggers a memory; and then she was reaching for his hand before she could even think it through. Ray, he said his name was R-

Their fingers touch. His smile curves, wobbling, and the illusion breaks, white shock turning blood red.

Fear stabs at Deneb when she stares at sharp fangs and feels sharp claws grazing her fingers. With widened eyes she stumbles away from the Zoroark; swallows the lump in her throat as her senses screamed in heightened suspicion. A soft grin follows her, clawed paws scraping cold stone. Someone breathes on the back of her ear, and Deneb freezes stiff.

Another hush exhale, and with a choked noise she spins around, breath hitching at the reflection of white hair and green slits. Her eyes dart back and forth, narrowing when she sees the edges of an amused smirk fade. Ray blinks, a crease in his brow as he pulls his hood down, and watches her with a curious tilt of his head.

“I wonder, what is it that he sees in you?” His eyes gazed over her, soft green looking faraway. They held none of the lightness she remembers, all vanilla sweet and kindness only that of a stranger could bestow. Deneb swallows, and does not answer.

It had been a mistake; -V was rubbing off on her, she knows it- she never should have followed.

“Why do you stay with him?”

The silence stretches further when she remains silent. Finally Ray looks at her, frowning minutely. She watches him watch her, sees his knowing glance meet hers once.

“You are afraid.” He smiles pityingly. “You don’t have to be.”

“I don’t understand.” She says, apprehensive. No, she truly does not, and yet her shoulders remain stiff. Behind her the Zoroark stands quiet, blue eyes watchful.

“Aren’t you just the least bit curious, Deneb?”

“I don’t know.” Something small darts through the shadows, causing them to turn their heads to it. Zoroark growls, eyes glinting, and the skittering doubles, the panicked steps of a frightened Pokémon fading into the night. “Should I be, Ray?” She tests it out again; a question, runs over the syllables of his name and sees the slight inclination of his head and his pleased expression as she remembers right.

There was something superficial about it; a name of warmth belonging to a boy only half-illuminated by wane moonlight. It was almost too quite; and something within Deneb lurches at the thought of it mirroring hers.

“I know a place where all your worries will just disappear. Wouldn’t you want that?” There was that knowing glint again; one she narrows her eyes at. Ray takes one step forward, the seams of his jacket swaying as it catches a draft, and holds a hand out.

“Wouldn’t you rather come to Paradise with me?”

Shadows dance by his feet, hiding part of his frame as he smiles. The green in his eyes glow; mint colour betraying earnestness. There was something bitterly ironic about it; that that flash of emotion was the sincerest thing she had seen from him since they first met. Slowly he advances, and Deneb flinches at the panic rising in her gut.

More scraping behind her; both trainer and Pokémon moving to cage her in. The faint light in the alleyway was barely enough to hide the curl of a palm from view. Ray blinks, shoulders easing as he nears- and Deneb moves.

A swipe of her hand in a sliver of a second causes a bright flash to blind the alleyway. She hears their surprised shouts in momentary confusion, but a moment was all she needed. A canine body breaks free from the Pokéball and slashes at the rippling forcefield, causing the shadows to dissipate. Mightyena snarls once, hurling forward, and then they were gone, lost to the alleyway and running towards the heat and noise.

When Ray opens his eyes he is alone, moonlight considerably brighter in the damp alleyway. Zoroark growls, baring teeth and ruffling its mane as it stares down the winding path. Only when he shakes his head did it relax, sniffing pointedly and turning back to the sky.

Green eyes stare back into the shadows contemplatively, a frown curling the edges of his mouth. She hadn’t accepted. There was a faint throbbing building in his head now, mixing with the unpleasant aftertaste on his tongue. He thinks it might be discontent, though he is not sure why.

The night feels like a loss to him, but the plan was still young, still early in motion. He will have plenty of chances, many more in the long scheme of things. His trusted ally will make sure of that. Still the tingling feeling persists as he turns and walks away from the echoes of singing cheers and steady drumbeats. His partner follows, but he barely notices. It was an odd thing; the very land itself coming alive under the blood of its children and a cacophony of noise. Not yet soiled by those who wanted to ruin it. A land still relatively untouched, still beautiful and at peace. He understands why Rika would want to protect it.

By the time he steps out of the city’s maze and onto soft grass the itching feeling was gone, the remnant of a memory from a time he was not yet called a beacon of light for others to follow. Claws nudge his shoulder gently beside him. Zoroark grunts, and Ray reaches out to pet its head until it purrs. One more thoughtful look back, green eyes catching the ochre glows in the distance, and then he moves, relentlessly forward.

He thinks of the lone star who had gotten away, and wonders what kind of ice cream he might get tomorrow.

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A/N

Just like Ray isn’t Saeran’s real name, Deneb is not her real name. tfw all mentioned charas are not using their real names lmao. The title black hole eclipse comes from the dark type Z-move in Pokemon Sun and Moon (because mightyena and zoroark) im not that edgy in real life I promi s e-

There is a reason I choose Deneb as the nickname/mask for our nameless chara and its entirely because of a motif that is purposefully interpretable. ᕕ༼ຈل͜ຈ༽ᕗ Feel free to tell me your thoughts and interpretations of it heheh-

Oddly enough this has a V-route vibe to it, but apart from switching “Unknown” to “Ray” (wao Saeran how many names are ya gonna have oy), this scene remains completely unchanged in the original ver. This was also the very first scene concept I came up with (a confrontation with Unknown), and still remains one of the most powerful transition close-looped scenes I really liked in the original au drafts.

(if anyone’s curious I start drafting early Jan17. you clearly saw where all my motivations went LOL)

anyways i love pokemon so much gimme a good story where you clearly see pokemon and people co-existing and co-sharing the spotlight that is more than just within a battle or a matching making force in crossover au fics and you have my heart

[verdigrisprowl]

Sept 4 Dancitron Movie Night - Alien: Covenant

Shockwave showed up so he and Soundwave could moon over the xenomorphs. Rumble confessed his attraction to Whirl, and it was spectacular. Post-movie Prowl gave Soundwave a song.

ItsyBitsySpyers 8:00 pm *Soundwave settles on the couch, 110% ready for tonight. He is here for this. He has been waiting for this. It is a good night to be him.* Specs 8:01 pm *the dragon scoots in, hauling a cylinder as big as she is. it's sloshing. she's also got a box of energon mercury drops carefully balanced on her back, which she puts with the rest of the snacks.* ItsyBitsySpyers 8:03 pm //...Y'need help with that, or...// Specs 8:04 pm I absolutely need help. I can't feel my front legs. *the dragon kinda flops in place* But, I think, this might work. ItsyBitsySpyers 8:05 pm \\WANT ME TO CUT 'EM OFF FOR YA?\\

[[Frenzy.]] \\I WAS JUS' KIDDIN'.\\ Specs 8:06 pm ...I need those to make things. Kristen 8:06 pm *guess who's been coaxed out of seclusion by the promise of his Favorite Organic* FakeProwl 8:07 pm *appears, and takes his usual seat next to Soundwave. greetings/permission ping.* Bevel 8:07 pm *trundles in after Specs* Did you carry that all by yourself? ItsyBitsySpyers 8:08 pm \\YER RIGHT. I AIN'T GONNA CUT OFF GENIUS CLAWS LIKE THEM.\\ That's his snack supply, you know. Specs 8:08 pm I did! No one else likes living up on the moon full-time, and I wouldn't bring anyone in here that Soundwave hadn't vetted first. But. It's pretty heavy. Windchill 8:08 pm *Appears.* ItsyBitsySpyers 8:08 pm *Soundwave nods hello to Shockwave, pleased to see that he's come for The Science.* Windchill 8:08 pm Hello.... It's me... Bevel 8:08 pm *does it have a lid?* Windchill 8:09 pm *Don't worry, he's only THREATENING to break into an Adele song.* Specs 8:09 pm Oh! Thank you, Frenzy! *the dragon is VERY flattered* *her cylinder has a hinged lid, yes* Shockwave 8:09 pm *wouldn't get the pop culture joke even if Chill had continued, no worries here* Bevel 8:10 pm *ok then Bevel can offer this suggestion for future moving of said cylinder* You could roll it on its side! ItsyBitsySpyers 8:10 pm *Then turns to Prowl to nod and.. and there it is. Permission. He returns the ping with one of acknowledgment... and tries to keep his glowing to a minimum. It's hard, because permission on one side and a rare visit from the other ally on the other, but he can do it. He can.* *...No he can't. Tiny boost.* Specs 8:11 pm I... Yes. I could have done that. *the dragon attempts to hide her snout with her paws* Well, I guess this is why I bake things instead of engineer them! Bevel 8:11 pm *wave for Shockwave. this room needs more giant purple bots* ItsyBitsySpyers 8:11 pm //You gonna serenade us, Furniture Boy?// Bevel 8:12 pm You can always call me to help too if you want. I do not mind visiting moons. *grins* Windchill 8:12 pm *Looks around, as if he can't imagine who Rumble is referring to.* Specs 8:12 pm Oh! Well, if you wanted to, I'd be happy to have you! You might have to taste-test some things, though. Bevel 8:13 pm Sure! Shockwave 8:13 pm *small nod to Bevel* ((sorry i was futzing with my profile pic stuff)) ItsyBitsySpyers 8:14 pm ((yo ur showin up as kristen is that okay or)) Windchill 8:14 pm *Mostly, he'd noting that Whirl isn't present, which means no serenading will be happening.* Shockwave 8:14 pm ((HM its ok but I'll change it lol)) Whirl 8:16 pm *it is time for the peace and quiet to End; Whirl trots on in, and he is once again bearing gifts. It's a plain rectangular case with curious rounded bumps on the bottom* Specs 8:16 pm *the dragon perks up* Whirl! I think I have something you can taste! ItsyBitsySpyers 8:16 pm ((FIVE MINUTE WARNING GET YOUR SNAX)) Bevel 8:16 pm Hey, Whirl! Whirl 8:17 pm *he'll bob his head at everyon* Sup, Shovel? And--really? Okay, give me just a second, I have a delivery to make. ItsyBitsySpyers 8:17 pm \\YO, WHIRL.\\ Shockwave 8:17 pm ((how long is this one btw i heard its... kind of in the vein of the Long Movie Trend nowadays)) Windchill 8:17 pm (( *puts in headphones and switches to HD, I remembered this time. Go me.* )) ItsyBitsySpyers 8:17 pm ((just on 2 hours)) Windchill 8:17 pm (( OH MY GOD. )) (( I am ready. )) Specs 8:18 pm Take your time! I can't feel my legs anyways. Windchill 8:18 pm *Y'all are lucky Whirl is busy.* Shockwave 8:18 pm *the organic has suffered nerve damage... noted* Windchill 8:18 pm *You are spared a serenade...for now.* Whirl 8:18 pm ...that sounds like something you might wanna fix. *a head bob at Frenzy, and he makes his way to the bar* Ravage. I bring you exotic goods from off-Cybertron. *it's eggs. Whirl found some incredible edible eggs* Specs 8:19 pm Nah, it'll go away. *the dragon yawns and stretches* ItsyBitsySpyers 8:19 pm *Soundwave sends a gentle nudge in Prowl's direction, just to remind him to expect the occasional feeling of something where it doesn't belong. Nothing more than a faint brush.* FakeProwl 8:20 pm *hm. Soundwave's other partner is here. Since that's such a rare occurrence, Prowl won't try to compete for Soundwave's attention. Avatar flickers and Prowl's relocated to a couch by himself.* *... And belatedly, clumsily, attempts to send a gentle nudge back. Is that detectable? Did he do it right.* Shockwave 8:21 pm ((i do suddenly wonder how telepathy works through holoforms. spaaaace magic)) Whirl 8:21 pm *now that the eggs are delivered, he will trot on over to his usual table and kick back* All right, little dragon. Hit me. Whatcha got? ItsyBitsySpyers 8:24 pm ((same way it works through comms and across timelines: mun sneezes and misdirects everyone's attention from important questions)) Bevel 8:24 pm ((pft Shockwave 8:24 pm ((*wiggles fingers* pay no attention to the plot hole behind the curtain)) FakeProwl 8:24 pm ((i imagine it piggybacks off of comm frequencies somehow.)) ItsyBitsySpyers 8:24 pm ((ALL RIGHT here's the warnings: ...everything. like. flashing, gore, fire, vomiting, hand mutilation, violence, cursing, suggestive content, gross science, parasitism...)) Whirl 8:25 pm ((djfks everything)) ItsyBitsySpyers 8:25 pm ((partial nudity also, among other things)) Windchill 8:25 pm *He QUIETLY sits down, beside Whirl before anyone else can take the spot.* ItsyBitsySpyers 8:25 pm ((ARE WE READY)) Specs 8:25 pm *the dragon gets up, and carefully attempts to lift the cylinder up to whirl. she's pretty wobbly though, from hauling it in* Cobaltite! With some lead sulfate to "taste," I think? But mostly cobaltite and high grade. I heard, although from a different universe, that this is going to be spicy as the Goddess' wrath. ((READY)) Whirl 8:25 pm *he'll bob his head to Windchill, who seriously overestimates other peoples' desire to sit near him, bless his spark* Windchill 8:26 pm (( I was gonna say there's hand mutilation in it @ Whirl. )) FakeProwl 8:26 pm ((BRING ON THE ALIENS)) Specs 8:26 pm I did not drink this, so I don't know if I put enough in. Tell me if it's got a sour aftertaste so I can add more lead crystals. Shockwave 8:26 pm ((please send in my wife)) Windchill 8:26 pm *He wants to sit next to Whirl, so naturally he assumes.* ItsyBitsySpyers 8:26 pm *Ravage sniffs the egg carton left behind and wrinkles his nose. What are these...?*

*Soundwave manages to catch the nudge. He nods just enough for Prowl to see.* Whirl 8:26 pm *he'll reach down and pluck the cylinder up, and then, after a moment's consideration, offer her a ride up to the table, should she choose* Yeah? Well, hot damn. FakeProwl 8:27 pm *good! that worked.* Whirl 8:27 pm *when whirl gets distracted by dragons ravage just finds Strange Eggs on his bar, this is the way of the world* Bevel 8:27 pm *will sit by one or both of the twins depending on where they're at* Shockwave 8:27 pm ((yknow ravage some humans like egg in their cocktails)) ItsyBitsySpyers 8:27 pm ((...can y'all hear sound)) Specs 8:27 pm *the dragon gratefully accepts the ride. her legs are TIRED.* I hope this works! ((I heard sounds)) Whirl 8:28 pm (((me2!)) Windchill 8:28 pm (( I heard sound. )) ItsyBitsySpyers 8:28 pm ((my damn computer. two seconds.)) Whirl 8:28 pm *there, you now have a place on Whirl's table; he willset about investigating this canister by opening it and smelling it* ((o7)) Shockwave 8:28 pm ((i heard sound, my pal was having an issue the other day where they couldnt hear sound while hosting but it transfered fine)) ((i think he had to put in headphones or restart or something)) Whirl 8:29 pm *on a scale of "hot sauce" to "might strip away the inner lining of your fuel tank," how spicy does this stuff smell* ItsyBitsySpyers 8:29 pm ((here we go. restarted browser)) Specs 8:30 pm *it might take the glossa on the way down, but will probably cause no permanent damage* ItsyBitsySpyers 8:30 pm *Both twins are in the middle of the floor. They're here for TERROR.*

*Ravage noses the carton open and rumbles. He knows what these are now. Munchies for later. Pocket pocket.* Windchill 8:30 pm You can just say "walk," you know. *He thinks that's funny for some reason.* ItsyBitsySpyers 8:30 pm *And Soundwave rests his hand just against Shockwave's leg. It's been so long since they got new data on these forms. He is pleased by the opportunity, brief though it may be.* Whirl 8:31 pm *then whirl's golden, he has no glossa. Takes a careful sip* Ohh, not bad. A completely different kind of spicy than the Gaugebuster. ...I forgot that there was more than one kind of spicy. Windchill 8:31 pm (( Whirl are u on skype. )) (( o7 )) Specs 8:32 pm *the dragon can't help a sigh of relief* Oh, good. I can't taste these, I'm glad it worked out. Windchill 8:32 pm Imagine tracking mud all over this pristine white room with all of this fancy stuff. That's what I would do. Ruin it. ItsyBitsySpyers 8:32 pm \\I'D DO IT.\\ Windchill 8:32 pm Let's do it! Specs 8:32 pm Why use mud when you could use very bright paint? Whirl 8:32 pm 8snorts and toasts the dragon with the canister* I salute your culinary prowess. Shockwave 8:32 pm *is pleased, too. hasn't made the time to see this entry himself, yet-- not that it feels that long of a time to him* Whirl 8:33 pm I'm a fan of scorchmarks, myself. Bevel 8:33 pm Paint and stuff would be more fun. You could put a bunch of things in there. Windchill 8:33 pm I like destroying things. Specs 8:33 pm *the dragon weakly salutes* I do my best. ItsyBitsySpyers 8:33 pm [[...Leave the piano.]] Windchill 8:33 pm *Creating's fun too, but sometimes one must Destroy first.* FakeProwl 8:34 pm *why can't he get his own tea? it's right there.* *he built himself a servant that's already proving to be more intelligent than he is.* Shockwave 8:34 pm *...can relate to this 'creation' chat, though the creator human does not seem properly aware of the responsibilities involved* Windchill 8:36 pm Do androids get cold? Is that why he's wearing a hoodie? ItsyBitsySpyers 8:36 pm [[We get cold.]] Unfortunately. [[He doesn't see why they should not.]] Specs 8:36 pm To be cold is to live. Or to be dead, if you're unfortunate. ItsyBitsySpyers 8:36 pm *Lean. What are these things?* Windchill 8:36 pm Um. Shockwave 8:37 pm *head tilt* Windchill 8:37 pm It's like Jurassic Park all over again. Specs 8:37 pm *squints* Fish eggs? Shockwave 8:37 pm Human embryo, more likely. Whirl 8:38 pm Hood's a stylish look. That's my best guess. Specs 8:38 pm Why don't humans have proper shells to their eggs? They don't live in water, clearly. Whirl 8:38 pm I'd give it a shot, but my neck's too long. Windchill 8:39 pm Humans are viviparous, they don't lay eggs so there's no reason to have a shell. ItsyBitsySpyers 8:39 pm \\HUH. SO THAT'S WHAT HAPPENS TO 'EM.\\ Windchill 8:40 pm *Frowns.* Specs 8:40 pm I didn't know that! Thank you, Windchill. Windchill 8:41 pm *Nods a 'you're welcome,' a little absently.* Whirl 8:42 pm Speaking of eggs--*looks back* Those're for you, Ravage. ItsyBitsySpyers 8:42 pm *Quietly grateful for all of his recordings. Just in case.* =...To eat, yes?= Shockwave 8:42 pm (ahh my thing went blank)) Windchill 8:42 pm *Snickers. A Shockwave.* ItsyBitsySpyers 8:43 pm ((eek reload)) Shockwave 8:43 pm ((i missed my name pun lmao)) Whirl 8:44 pm Yep. I heard they were pretty good. Picked 'em up on a space station. ItsyBitsySpyers 8:44 pm [[Can they not hold their services after they are safe?]] Shockwave 8:44 pm He acknowledged the deaths. *just a moment ago in fact. silly humans* Windchill 8:44 pm Mentioning an option like that would avoid tension and drama, the script doesn't call for it. ItsyBitsySpyers 8:45 pm =Why space station?= Specs 8:45 pm It's immediacy, too, at least partially. We organics live short lives, sometimes we need to do things right away to feel like we'll be able to do them ever. Whirl 8:45 pm I've been hanging out there, past few days. Shockwave 8:45 pm ((walters different accent is weirding me out lol)) Whirl 8:45 pm Ugh, it's the dullest place imaginable, though. Everything's so... *disgustedly* Efficient. I need to find some backwater rowdy port town. ItsyBitsySpyers 8:46 pm *Rumble glances over at Whirl. So that's where he's gone, huh?* Windchill 8:46 pm I like efficiency. ItsyBitsySpyers 8:46 pm [[As does he.]] Shockwave 8:47 pm *as does he* Whirl 8:47 pm I mean I like efficency in SOME things, but it makes for a tragic lack of nightlife. Windchill 8:48 pm Hmm. *He's trying to evaluate that trade off.* Shockwave 8:48 pm *the only nightlife he needs is waking up every four hours to check on his projects* Windchill 8:49 pm Or maybe they don't trust you because you haven't done anything to demonstrate that you value their feelings or input, but I dunno. Some people care about that sort of thing. ItsyBitsySpyers 8:49 pm =Excitement is good. Some.= He wiggles his claws. =You will find it.= Bared fang smile. =Or make it.= Whirl 8:50 pm As long as I don't tragically languish away from boredom. *tips his canister at Ravage* Those eggs good for a drink? Windchill 8:50 pm *By some people, he mostly means civilians who haven't been trained to prioritize, but shh.* Shiny. ItsyBitsySpyers 8:50 pm *Ravage counts the eggs.*

=...Two.= Whirl 8:51 pm *nods* Nice. *to Windchill* If you'll excuse me a moment. *he will hop up to fetch that drink* Windchill 8:51 pm What a gross sound. ItsyBitsySpyers 8:51 pm *Ravage will get started making it.* Windchill 8:51 pm Oh, uh, sure, have fun. *Waves Whirl away. Shoo!* ItsyBitsySpyers 8:52 pm *Soundwave tilts his helm.* Windchill 8:53 pm Oh boy. Specs 8:53 pm You don't wander off the map when exploring. That's how you die. Windchill 8:53 pm *Nods.* They planned and are equipped for the other one. Changing the plan is stupid. Whirl 8:54 pm I'd do it. Bevel 8:54 pm Bad things are gonna happen. Whirl 8:54 pm Sounds more interesting. Windchill 8:54 pm If it were just ME, sure, but they have sleeping colonists who they aren't giving a choice. Specs 8:55 pm *the dragon shrugs* You pack for iceburgs, and you wander inland, you end up with glaciers. And then you're in trouble. Windchill 8:55 pm Their job is to get those colonists to Origae 6 or whatever it's called. ItsyBitsySpyers 8:55 pm [[Icebergs are enough trouble on their own.]] Windchill 8:55 pm Not to run around chasing a mystery signal. *Points.* Whirl 8:55 pm Well, I'm not liable to be trusted with anyone's life except my own--and sometimes not even THAT--so I probably won't be shepherding thousands of colonists. FakeProwl 8:55 pm *did prowl hear icebergs* Windchill 8:56 pm What data do they even have? Specs 8:56 pm Iceburgs are big trouble and worse boats. ItsyBitsySpyers 8:56 pm *He did. And sort of in connection with a ship. If you extend the idea.* Windchill 8:56 pm Now we know why nobody trusts this guy. ItsyBitsySpyers 8:56 pm //Pfff, he'll put it in the log.// Windchill 8:56 pm He's an idiot. Shockwave 8:56 pm *ah, this series and their sensible females* Specs 8:56 pm So, when they starve, will they eat him first? ItsyBitsySpyers 8:56 pm \\MEANS "I HEAR YA 'N DON'T CARE."\\ Windchill 8:56 pm I hope so. Whirl 8:56 pm You two said it. ItsyBitsySpyers 8:56 pm =I would.= Whirl 8:57 pm *will return to his seat once he has his drink* Shockwave 8:57 pm ((i do wonder why she didnt object when he said 'any objections' though lmao)) Specs 8:57 pm I mean, he is the captain, so it's partially his duty to be eaten first even if this wasn't his fault. But since it is his fault... Whirl 8:57 pm ((didn't wanna make a scene, probably)) Windchill 8:57 pm (( Because TEH PLOT hinges on them going to this planet in defiance of common sense, like most of what happens in this film. )) Shockwave 8:57 pm (( :') ah horror tropes)) Whirl 8:57 pm ((everyone's operating on severely frayed nerves, after all)) ItsyBitsySpyers 8:57 pm //...That's a duty? Signin' off on gettin' eat up?// He looks to Soundwave. //Boss. Don't never lemme captain nothin'.// Windchill 8:58 pm (( Beautiful. )) Wait wait. Specs 8:58 pm ((you could probably rename the alien series to "dude, don't touch that")) Windchill 8:58 pm They're just going down there? No pressure suits? Whirl 8:58 pm *SNORTS* Shockwave 8:58 pm ((i dont care as long as my wife gets to kill people and be beautiful)) Windchill 8:58 pm Why don't they have drones to send? Whirl 8:58 pm Looks like a fun storm. Specs 8:58 pm It's... unofficial. Especially now that most of our planet is explored. But the early explorer teams generally assumed that the captain would be eaten if they were lead to starvation. Windchill 8:59 pm Why would they risk what , half of their team on this. ItsyBitsySpyers 8:59 pm \\GUESS IT'S FAIR.\\ //Still ain't captainin'.// Windchill 8:59 pm I can't wait to see what stupid decision they make next. Specs 9:00 pm Maybe they'll eat strange rocks. Windchill 9:00 pm ...To be fair, I would probably eat a strange rock without question. ItsyBitsySpyers 9:00 pm {{You like Swoop, heh.}} Whirl 9:00 pm I believe that one hundred percent. Specs 9:00 pm Yes, but they're not designed for rocks. At least, I don't think so... Windchill 9:01 pm I'm not designed for rocks either, you gotta be, like...an Insecticon for that. Specs 9:01 pm ((OH SHIT MY MEDICINE)) Whirl 9:01 pm Does Blue eat rocks? ((GET IT SPECS OMG)) Windchill 9:01 pm But I do it anyway, I'm what you'd call "foolhardy." (( GIT IT )) *He shakes his head.* She'll eat anything she can put her mouth on, she just hasn't been introduced to a rock yet. Whirl 9:02 pm *snickers* Specs 9:02 pm ((I had it right here I just forgot about it lmao)) ((and then I went to get a kitkat and I Saw)) Whirl 9:02 pm Okay, now... all right. I'll play along and be sensible, much as it pains me: just because it looks habitable, doesn't mean it's as good a place. They can only see so much on foot. What if there's some kind of, oh, I don't know, horrific predator? That they would've picked up on that other planet? Specs 9:03 pm Do they have a planetary scanner? I've heard about them. ItsyBitsySpyers 9:03 pm *What if indeed.* Windchill 9:03 pm They're breathing the atmosphere without knowing what kind of microbes and Primus knows what else in in it Whirl 9:03 pm Yeah, he mentioned it Windchill 9:03 pm For organics, that's like...bad. Whirl 9:03 pm Very briefly. I'm guessing that the big draw is the signal. Sign of their own kind. FakeProwl 9:03 pm Obvious trap. ItsyBitsySpyers 9:03 pm [[Humans are curious.]] Tarantulas 9:03 pm *tara's coming in and making a beeline for that prowl-only couch even though he sees shockwave - you should feel loved, prowl. he's coming up behind prowl and wrapping his arms around him* Specs 9:04 pm They could get skin slough disease. Then they'd catch everything else before they died. FakeProwl 9:04 pm *starts in surprise. then pats tarantulas's claws.* ItsyBitsySpyers 9:04 pm //The frag's skin slough?// Windchill 9:04 pm It sounds horrible. ItsyBitsySpyers 9:04 pm //Sounds gross. Cool. But gross.// Windchill 9:05 pm *Sputters.* They're splitting up. *Drapes himself in the chair, dramatically.* Whirl, kill me. Specs 9:05 pm It's one of the few diseases that we all share between us. It involves the skin, well, falling out in patches as it rots away. It's why you don't drink from glacial water without testing it first. Whirl 9:05 pm All right. *offers him a sip of the Gaugebuster* ItsyBitsySpyers 9:05 pm \\...DO YOU GOT PICS.\\ Whirl 9:05 pm *this kills the Windchill* ItsyBitsySpyers 9:05 pm *Soundwave nods to Tarantulas and goes back to watching* Windchill 9:05 pm *Hesitates. Does he want to risk purging on Soundwave's floor?* Specs 9:06 pm No. No I do not. I am squeamish. ItsyBitsySpyers 9:06 pm *Ravage chortles. He knows what no noise means.* \\DAMN. OKAY.\\ Tarantulas 9:06 pm *a nuzzle, a pleased nod toward soundwave, and tarantulas comes around to squish up next to prowl* How much have I missed, hmm? Specs 9:06 pm I'd offer to ask the archives to send them up, but they don't send manuscripts to the moon. Whirl 9:06 pm *speaking of Ravage, and predators, and the things predators do--Whirl's leg is all patched up* Windchill 9:06 pm Hmm, tempting, but then you'd have my backwash in your drink. You'd best not risk it. ItsyBitsySpyers 9:06 pm *Good. He doesn't need questions.* Shockwave 9:07 pm *antennae forward* FakeProwl 9:07 pm not terribly much. Whirl 9:07 pm You're right. I'd hate to do that to a good Gaugebuster. ItsyBitsySpyers 9:07 pm *Scoot. Scoot. What is this cloud.* Windchill 9:07 pm Evil fairy spores?? Whirl 9:07 pm Oh, look--scraplets? Specs 9:07 pm That looks unrealistic. Windchill 9:07 pm I just said there's a reason they shouldn't expose themselves to the atmosphere. This...looks like that reason. FakeProwl 9:08 pm The humans are trying to settle on another planet. Instead of going to the correct planet, they stopped on a suspiciously—VERY suspiciously—Earth-like planet they found in the middle of nowhere that has Earth plants and transmits a John Denver song. Windchill 9:08 pm *Maybe they'll learn their lesson and then DIE.* Whirl 9:08 pm Hm. *watching the screen with slightly more intterest than before* ItsyBitsySpyers 9:08 pm *Oh, he knows this shape.* Bevel 9:08 pm Trap. Windchill 9:08 pm Looks like two penises to me. Specs 9:08 pm I like the, um, android. He seems sensible. *is android the right word?* Whirl 9:08 pm *peers* FakeProwl 9:08 pm One of the characters is an android, but I forget which one. *all humans look alike.* Whirl 9:08 pm I mean, that's not what they rest like. Shockwave 9:08 pm It is a space vessel. Whirl 9:09 pm Like some kind of horseshoe. Windchill 9:09 pm What, the penis-ship? Whirl 9:09 pm Two penises. A split spike. It makes, like, a "v." ItsyBitsySpyers 9:09 pm [[So there is more than one invasion method for this cloud.]] Windchill 9:09 pm Could be a double ended dildo. ItsyBitsySpyers 9:10 pm //Who flies a giant spike?// Tarantulas 9:10 pm So the excitement really hasn't quite started yet after all, hyeh. I see. Aside from this minuscule black swarm Specs 9:10 pm Someone who's compensating. Shockwave 9:10 pm It appears to penetrate the mucous membrane. Whirl 9:10 pm Hmm. Someone trying to make a point. WHAT point, I don't know. Windchill 9:10 pm I don't care, it looks like a pair of spikes to me, and I, *hand over boob,* have seen a lot of spikes. I'm like an expert. ItsyBitsySpyers 9:10 pm *Searches his files for this... finds it in Knock Out's notes on Silas. Inspect inspect. Okay, that makes sense.* Whirl 9:10 pm *just regards Windchill with amusement* @W: Yeah, I, too, speak from experience. Bevel 9:11 pm Gross. Whirl 9:11 pm But, yeah, more of those scraplet things. Neat! ItsyBitsySpyers 9:11 pm *...The ship remembers? Fascinating.* Windchill 9:11 pm @Whirl: I'll bet I've still seen more than you have, so nyeh. Whirl 9:11 pm @W: I mean MINE, doofus. Bevel 9:12 pm *pulls out a datapad and starts poking at that* Specs 9:12 pm I think that would scare the fur right off of me if I saw that. Whirl 9:12 pm Wow, who could have predicted this. Walking around just sucking in all that air. Windchill 9:12 pm @Whirl: ...Damn, son. *He's not going to say anything. He predicted this. Loudly, in fact.* Whirl 9:13 pm Anyway... were those scraplet-things in the other movies? ItsyBitsySpyers 9:13 pm [[No. They were not.]] Bevel 9:13 pm I wish movies would find planets like Cybertron instead of more planets like Earth sometimes. That would be really cool. Windchill 9:14 pm Oh wow. ItsyBitsySpyers 9:14 pm //They ain't gonna do that. They think we're all big scary murderers.// Pause. //I mean, we are. But.// Whirl 9:14 pm *snickers* Bevel 9:14 pm *giggles* Are not. Whirl 9:14 pm Speak for yourself, Shovel. ...which. I guess. You were, actually. Windchill 9:14 pm I'm not scary. I'm just big. He looks pretty dead already. Bevel 9:15 pm That was different. FakeProwl 9:15 pm I'm perfectly content with their not finding planets like Cybertron. Humans are awful at writing mecha characters. ItsyBitsySpyers 9:15 pm *SCOOT SCOOT* *He is held to his seat by just about nothing at this point.* Windchill 9:15 pm Were these people trained at all? Ew. Bacne. Shockwave 9:17 pm *ANTENNAE PERK* ItsyBitsySpyers 9:17 pm *Rumble squawk laughs at Windchill* Windchill 9:17 pm *You're welcome.* Tarantulas 9:17 pm *is casually and surreptitiously wrapping himself around prowl one arm at a time* Whirl 9:17 pm ...awww. Windchill 9:17 pm A baby. Whirl 9:17 pm Look at it! ItsyBitsySpyers 9:17 pm [[...This one has legs.]] FakeProwl 9:17 pm *has noticed.* Bevel 9:17 pm What about a planet made out of something cool? Like glass. Specs 9:17 pm *someone's hiding her snout* ItsyBitsySpyers 9:17 pm [[They never have legs.]] Bevel 9:17 pm Or diamonds! Shockwave 9:17 pm ((well they found something grosser than a chestburster, congrats lmfao)) Whirl 9:17 pm It's precious. Windchill 9:17 pm Its head is pulsating. Whirl 9:18 pm ...*pauses; imitates the little alien click* Windchill 9:18 pm I approve. ItsyBitsySpyers 9:18 pm //I seen a stone planet. It was weird.// Windchill 9:18 pm *SNORTS* *The level of incompetency.* FakeProwl 9:18 pm I wouldn't mind a glass planet. Whirl 9:18 pm Spunky little guy! Windchill 9:19 pm It's like a slimy, naked monkey. ItsyBitsySpyers 9:19 pm [[Why is she shooting in an encl-- never mind.]] Tarantulas 9:19 pm Precisely my thoughts, Soundwave Whirl 9:19 pm *snickers. ...then looks at Windchill, and maket eh little clicking trill* Specs 9:19 pm Well. Windchill 9:19 pm *Bursts out laughing.* Whirl 9:19 pm Oh d-ha! Damn! And there's another on the way, too. Specs 9:19 pm That ended somehow predictably poorly. Windchill 9:19 pm *Give him a moment to recover.* *Normally he's more sympathetic but he's given up on these idiots.* Specs 9:20 pm *aaaaand there goes the snout again* Shockwave 9:20 pm *hands tented* Whirl 9:20 pm Coming out any which way they can, aren't they? ItsyBitsySpyers 9:20 pm [[They do seem less - methodical. Than he is used to seeing.]] FakeProwl 9:20 pm They're very creative with their exit wounds. Windchill 9:20 pm Anyway, *wheeze, and he turns to Whirl.* You were saying? Shockwave 9:21 pm It is a prototypical iteration. ItsyBitsySpyers 9:21 pm *Quiet amusement at Prowl's comment. He'll shield that though.* Whirl 9:21 pm Ah, yes. As I was saying--*alien noise* ItsyBitsySpyers 9:21 pm *Ping of approval. A good noise to imitate.* Whirl 9:21 pm *tips a toast to Soundwave* Shockwave 9:21 pm ((aw. poor old gays)) Specs 9:21 pm *deep breaths* *deeeeeep breaths* That was lovely. Shockwave 9:21 pm ((OH MY)) Whirl 9:21 pm *recoils* ItsyBitsySpyers 9:22 pm *Ohhhh dear, there's Whirl probably.* Whirl 9:22 pm *he's gonna look down at his drink, very quickly* Specs 9:22 pm *carefully moves a paw over to whirl* ItsyBitsySpyers 9:22 pm [[They still grow quickly.]] Bevel 9:22 pm *stares pointedly at her datapad* ItsyBitsySpyers 9:23 pm *Rumble pings Whirl. You good?* Whirl 9:23 pm *the gesture is appreciated, but he does not acknowledge it; he's pretending like nothing happened* ...*briefly glances his way with a quick little nod* ((i'm too hyped for my game the first thing I thought when i saw the hooded guy with the gun was "o it's destiny time')) ItsyBitsySpyers 9:23 pm *...Takes something Prowl said earlier and chews on it a little with this new development* Specs 9:23 pm *for her part, the dragon is clearly freaked. all that fur is up on end, and the attempts to not hyperventilate are only partly working* Windchill 9:24 pm *Clicks back at Whirl, now that the scene is over. It's not the same, he hasn't learned to make the same sounds.* Whirl 9:24 pm ...*hmm. She tried to reassure him...* Hey, you need a seat? Probably had to see down there. And I got a lot of shoulder. Shockwave 9:24 pm ((those fuckers just schloop limbs right up dont they)) Whirl 9:24 pm ((like spaghetti)) Windchill 9:24 pm What are all of those? ItsyBitsySpyers 9:24 pm //Burnin' happened here's what happened here. Like, duh.// Specs 9:24 pm Y-yeah. Yeah. Thanks. *enjoy your new fuzzy epaulette, whirl* Windchill 9:25 pm Maybe they'll explain later. Weird. Whirl 9:25 pm *Has A Dragon™️* ItsyBitsySpyers 9:25 pm *...............Oooooh.* Windchill 9:25 pm *Whirl is Fancy now.* Wait. Whirl 9:26 pm That seems like a really... dumb. Weapon. Windchill 9:26 pm If they killed all of the animals, how are the plants being pollinated? Specs 9:27 pm Presumably, they are not. Whirl 9:27 pm I mean, can't argue with the results, but at the same time--too much work when a good orbital strike will do. Shockwave 9:27 pm Divulging this information is unwise. ItsyBitsySpyers 9:27 pm [[Incredibly.]] Windchill 9:27 pm Wouldn't most of the plant life have started to die off after a while? Especially if it's similar to Earth's. Shockwave 9:27 pm Not if they were unaffected and able to develop alternative forms of pollination. FakeProwl 9:28 pm ... He's another android? ItsyBitsySpyers 9:28 pm [[He is. The one from the beginning.]] Windchill 9:28 pm Depends on how fast they can do that, I suppose. Bevel 9:28 pm He did not like bringing tea. Windchill 9:28 pm And if they can do it fast enough, but the wind would have done some of the work. Specs 9:28 pm Obviously not. Windchill 9:28 pm But most ecosystems rely on all of their parts to function. *Or, well, all, but he's being generous here.* Specs 9:29 pm But, being a lesser, a servant? That grates. ItsyBitsySpyers 9:29 pm [["Grates" is an understatement.]] Windchill 9:30 pm Maybe they shouldn't have split mates up if it was going to cause conflicts of interest like this. Shockwave 9:30 pm *its possible some small life forms have insufficient biomass to sustain the pathogen, and are thus spared* Whirl 9:30 pm Yeah. No way I'd put up with that. Windchill 9:30 pm *Possible, but not stated.* Beetle! *points* *He likes those.* Shockwave 9:31 pm ((is this the scene where they play the flute and kiss)) Windchill 9:31 pm (( I think so? )) ((I'm ready. )) Tarantulas 9:31 pm (( oh my god are you serious Specs 9:31 pm ((I'm not ready)) Windchill 9:31 pm (( YES. )) Whirl 9:31 pm ((is that a thing omfg)) ItsyBitsySpyers 9:31 pm *Soundwave turns his head to the side. Why did he trim his head fur?* (( 🙂 )) Shockwave 9:31 pm ((so much fassbender in this movie they decided fassbender needed to kiss fassbender)) ItsyBitsySpyers 9:32 pm *...Ohhhh a music lesson.* FakeProwl 9:32 pm *human films never show robotic characters as things like hardened lone survivors. Prowl is intrigued.* Windchill 9:32 pm *SPITS.* Specs 9:32 pm ((if two fassbenders get together, do they make a fassbaby)) FakeProwl 9:32 pm (("i'll do the fingering")) Windchill 9:32 pm The...the fingering. Tarantulas 9:32 pm (( wink wonk Whirl 9:32 pm ((dfklsfse)) Shockwave 9:32 pm ((yep..........)) Bevel 9:32 pm ((*slowly pulls movie back into view to watch* Shockwave 9:32 pm ((the gayest way to play the recorder ever?)) ItsyBitsySpyers 9:32 pm *...If only he could play.* Windchill 9:32 pm *He bends over double with barely contained snickering.* Whirl 9:33 pm *peers* FakeProwl 9:33 pm *wow, even mecha bonding with each other. prowl entirely approves.* Windchill 9:33 pm *Okay, he's gonna live.* *Straightens.* That's kinda cool... Oh. Figures. Bevel 9:34 pm Aw Specs 9:34 pm *hisses a little* Ah. Shockwave 9:35 pm ((would prowl say this movie passes the............. botdel test)) FakeProwl 9:35 pm ... what where their names? Windchill 9:35 pm *Nudges Whirl with an elbow, GENTLY, he doesn't want to knock off any dragons or spill drinks.* ItsyBitsySpyers 9:35 pm [[The androids?]] FakeProwl 9:35 pm ((not yet. they spent their conversation talking about a human.)) Whirl 9:35 pm Hm? FakeProwl 9:36 pm ((but in a nuanced way. it's progress.)) Yes, the androids. Shockwave 9:36 pm ((they mentioned a human but talked about music and themselves more, i'd say... hm)) ItsyBitsySpyers 9:36 pm [[Walter and David.]] Windchill 9:36 pm You got room on your other shoulder? Whirl 9:36 pm For another dragon, yeah. ItsyBitsySpyers 9:36 pm *...Hm.* Windchill 9:36 pm What about my boobs? Whirl 9:36 pm 'Fraid not. Windchill 9:37 pm But they're heavy. *Whines.* ItsyBitsySpyers 9:37 pm [[That does not look like a crash.]] FakeProwl 9:37 pm ((it's a borderline case. they talked about themselves, but in relation to what humans think of them. the music was very solid though. prowl approves of the music scene.)) Specs 9:37 pm Nor does it look like an accident. ItsyBitsySpyers 9:37 pm *He knew it.* Shockwave 9:37 pm That is because the one called David is thoroughly untrustworthy. Windchill 9:37 pm *Is momentarily distracted.* Whirl 9:37 pm (YELLS IN AN ALIEN LANGUAGE) Windchill 9:37 pm Looks like exploding eggs. That explains the bodies... FakeProwl 9:38 pm ... That's not a crash. That's an invasion. Windchill 9:38 pm ...Was that tiny city the only population on the planet? Whirl 9:38 pm ((UHH)) ((THAT WAS SHELLEY)) ((NOT BYRON)) Specs 9:38 pm ((that's a plot point, actually!)) Shockwave 9:39 pm ((lmao what)) Whirl 9:39 pm ((OH DAMB. )) ItsyBitsySpyers 9:39 pm ((just watch)) Specs 9:39 pm I would think not. Even the worst places can be made into homes, if you work at it. Shockwave 9:40 pm ((man let him decide what he feels davey)) Specs 9:40 pm Surely there were other cities. ((best quality: their wiggles)) Whirl 9:40 pm *it's alien noise time again, briefly, before Whirl snickers and takes a long drink* Tarantulas 9:40 pm If there were, there certainly aren't anymore, one would think Windchill 9:40 pm The virus...thing must have gotten them too. FakeProwl 9:41 pm *sideways glance at whirl.* Unfortunate. It seems we've got an infection in here. ItsyBitsySpyers 9:41 pm [[If you must explode organics out of you, do so outside. We've had enough with the barnacles.]] Windchill 9:41 pm She's dead. Whirl 9:41 pm *snickers* ItsyBitsySpyers 9:41 pm *What lovely fangs it has.* Specs 9:41 pm I am not going to EXPLODE. I will sit here politely. Whirl 9:42 pm *oh, he has an idea* Hey, dragon. Hop into my cockpit. *he'll pop the glass* Windchill 9:42 pm *Will watch* ItsyBitsySpyers 9:42 pm //What're you...?// Specs 9:42 pm *the dragon gapes a grin* Okay! *hops in* FakeProwl 9:42 pm Idiots. Whirl 9:42 pm *closes it briefly* ... *sits for a moment. Takes a drink. He's got a decently-upholstered interior, it should be comfortable* @S: Okay, the glass isn't latched. Bust out. Specs 9:43 pm *the dragon wiggles for a moment, and then leaps forwards with a MIGHTY SQUEAK* Raaaaaah! Windchill 9:43 pm *Gasp.* ItsyBitsySpyers 9:43 pm *Soundwave offers a tiny applause clip.* Whirl 9:43 pm Arrgh! It got me! *dramatically slumps back ion his chair* Windchill 9:43 pm You're dead! Bevel 9:43 pm *turns so she's facing Shockwave because new and interesting looking bot* Are you a Shockwave or someone else? Specs 9:44 pm *flaps a bit to regain balance, and then clambers back up onto Whirl's shoulder* That was fun! Whirl 9:44 pm *still slumping like he's "dead," he'll take a drink* Windchill 9:44 pm Hey, does that mean...I can eat your leg? A toe, maybe? Just shoot him. Whirl 9:45 pm *miraculously revives* Nah, I got better. *and he closes his cockpit* Windchill 9:45 pm Damn, maybe next time. Tarantulas 9:45 pm Does this mean the aliens don't affect or consume the organic parts of the androids? Assuming the androids do have organic shells... Specs 9:46 pm *stretches out her wings* Shockwave 9:46 pm *looks at Bevel* I am a Shockwave, yes. Your appearance does not match any of my existing multiversal profiles. Windchill 9:46 pm Until then... *He's gonna be a huge pest AS PER USUAL and lean over to rest his head on Whirl's dragon-free shoulder.* ItsyBitsySpyers 9:46 pm [[They do not infest androids. They do not have the nutrients needed.]] Whirl 9:47 pm *glances briefly towards Windchill, but allows this* Windchill 9:47 pm *He CAN be shoved off easily.* Whirl 9:47 pm *you are allowed to be there* Bevel 9:47 pm My name is Bevel. Tarantulas 9:47 pm Aha, good. I'm quite safe then. *purrs* *oh my god tarantulas is vibing with david so much rn* Windchill 9:48 pm ...Is that an egg? Whirl 9:48 pm Yep. Windchill 9:48 pm ...What laid it? Specs 9:48 pm This seems bad. This seems like a terrible idea, even. ItsyBitsySpyers 9:48 pm [[One of the prototypes, perhaps.]] Shockwave 9:48 pm *hold one claw up to Bevel. this scene is important to him* Bevel 9:48 pm *nods* Whirl 9:48 pm Yeah, I think he kinda built them from the ground up. ...somehow. Shockwave 9:49 pm ((WHO WOULD BE ASSURED BY THIS)) Specs 9:49 pm ((no one sane!)) Bevel 9:49 pm *watches as well* Windchill 9:49 pm Huh. ItsyBitsySpyers 9:49 pm *So this is how it begins.* Shockwave 9:49 pm *Ahh.* Windchill 9:49 pm I was getting tired of that guy. Bevel 9:49 pm I know what those are. Specs 9:50 pm That's definitely designed for something with a flat face. *rubs her snout* Windchill 9:50 pm I'm starting to suspect this colonization mission was really a very expensive "get these idiots off of Earth and send them into space where they will either die or spread their idiot genes elsewhere" mission, actually. Shockwave 9:50 pm Indeed. *claw drops now that the scene is over* ...Greetings, Bevel. ItsyBitsySpyers 9:50 pm *Glances between Bevel and Shockwave... will listen to this conversation on the side.* Windchill 9:51 pm *It's the only logical explanation he can muster.* Shockwave 9:51 pm *not so logical. the inciting incident was accidental and their decision to come here was not on the mission plan* Whirl 9:52 pm Aww, another little guy. Tarantulas 9:52 pm The music right now - *laughter* Windchill 9:52 pm *And yet most everyone they sent was a complete moron who couldn't stick to the plan or take basic steps to not die.* Specs 9:52 pm He looks like a proud docent! *the dragon is laughing too, in her silent way* Bevel 9:53 pm I met a negative polarity me once but that was it. Which is really weird because I have met tons of different versions of other bots. Windchill 9:53 pm Is the sun out now? Masterful fingering. No shit, Sherlock. Specs 9:55 pm ((HERE IT IS)) Windchill 9:55 pm (( GOOD. )) Whirl 9:55 pm ((\o/)) FakeProwl 9:55 pm *oh. more "the scary mecha want to overhtrow/destroy the organics." that's disappointing.* Shockwave 9:55 pm Certain individuals appear less commonly across the multiverse than others. FakeProwl 9:56 pm *at least they're moderately sympathetically writte-- what* Whirl 9:56 pm Whoa, that guy moves quick. Tarantulas 9:56 pm *tara's squinting so hard rn* Windchill 9:56 pm Damn. Well, that's a way to go. Specs 9:56 pm That's definitely a textbook example of a bad relationship. Shockwave 9:56 pm ((dont claim you wouldnt kiss yourself if you could tara-- holy shit)) Whirl 9:56 pm Huh. Windchill 9:57 pm *Carefully pokes Whirl's canopy.* Tarantulas 9:57 pm (( oh he defs would Windchill 9:57 pm Boop. FakeProwl 9:57 pm *... well alright, it's the same tropes as usual, but at least they're novel.* ItsyBitsySpyers 9:57 pm ((soundwave did 🙂 )) Whirl 9:57 pm *glances sideways* Yeah? Windchill 9:57 pm Just boop. Whirl 9:57 pm *gravely* Very well. *and sets his empty glass down* Windchill 9:57 pm Rhymes with poop. Bevel 9:57 pm Is it only certain types of bots that do not appear as much? Whirl 9:58 pm Honestly those little guys are cute, too. The spidery guys, with the tails. Windchill 9:58 pm Long spider. Oooooh. Tarantulas 9:58 pm I'd say they're more scorpion-like, honestly Specs 9:58 pm They look like they could be tasty, except for the acid blood. Windchill 9:59 pm That's disconcerting. ItsyBitsySpyers 9:59 pm =Satisfaction brings us back.= Tarantulas 9:59 pm *snickers* Windchill 9:59 pm *Nods, he was about to say as much, Ravage. Sorry about his ear digging into your shoulder, Whirl.* *It's an awkward, sideways nod.* What the hell... Is this guy's problem? Whirl 10:00 pm He's off his rocker, obviously. And not in the loud way, like I am. Windchill 10:00 pm Meh, gross. Specs 10:00 pm I don't think androids are meant to fly. Shockwave 10:00 pm *really? is that the only explanation? a few updates? which ones?* Whirl 10:01 pm *the self-repair we saw, probably* Tarantulas 10:01 pm *no time to explain while fighting, shockwave* ItsyBitsySpyers 10:01 pm *One doesn't explain updates to the one who is bent on disabling them.* Tarantulas 10:01 pm *only the bad villains explain* Windchill 10:02 pm Oh, so the sun is out now. *That answers his question.* *Squints.* Specs 10:03 pm Oh, the big one definitely looks like something I would eat, if it were smaller and not full of painful acid. Tarantulas 10:03 pm *oh look, it's gorgeous... tara kind of wishes he were sitting by sw so they could commiserate, heh* Windchill 10:03 pm *Oh good, maybe the alien will put him out of his misery and do something about these people.* ItsyBitsySpyers 10:03 pm *It's perfectly possible to eat things that are full of acid.* Whirl 10:03 pm They grow so fast. *drapes a claw over his cockpit* FakeProwl 10:03 pm *Case in point: is full of acid.* Windchill 10:03 pm *Snorts.* They call this flying? Beautiful. Specs 10:04 pm I feel like an angry, flaming, whatever-that-is is vastly more dangerous than one that isn't on fire. Windchill 10:04 pm It's slightly more coordinated than I am. ItsyBitsySpyers 10:05 pm *They can commiserate soon. He is open to talking about these creatures outside of movie nights as well...* Windchill 10:05 pm I can appreciate its level of aggression. Whirl 10:05 pm It's a pretty neat little guy. Windchill 10:05 pm *That siren sounds like a man yelling.* ItsyBitsySpyers 10:05 pm \\LISTEN, IF SOMETHIN' DON'T DIE BEIN' ON FIRE, IT'S MORE DANGEROUS ON FIRE. ALWAYS.\\ Shockwave 10:05 pm *it is beautiful. though he preferred it slightly when their point of origin was not due to a defective android* Whirl 10:05 pm Aww, it thought the big claw was an opponent. Precious. Windchill 10:06 pm *Some things are better left a mystery.* Specs 10:06 pm It's so angry and innocent. Windchill 10:06 pm Aw... FakeProwl 10:06 pm That's two decapitations so far. ItsyBitsySpyers 10:06 pm *Soft huff* Tarantulas 10:07 pm "Fine"? *snickering* Specs 10:08 pm I suppose you could call it exceptional. Exceptionally bad. Windchill 10:08 pm Did they even bring a real doctor? ItsyBitsySpyers 10:08 pm [[It is a musical.]] \\IT'S A HORROR MOVIE.\\ [[...It is both.]] Windchill 10:08 pm *He's not convinced at this point.* All around me are familiar faces... ItsyBitsySpyers 10:09 pm *...One moment. There were several eggs open. Where are the others?* Windchill 10:09 pm *Hums softly right next to Whirl's head, sorry bro.* Shockwave 10:10 pm *does not trust that the film is 'over,' either* Specs 10:10 pm ((IT'S THE DRINKY BIRD)) Windchill 10:10 pm Oh my god, I thought the red dots on the back of the chairs were eyes. Whirl 10:10 pm ((YEEE)) FakeProwl 10:10 pm ... We never explicitly saw David die, did we? Specs 10:10 pm ((IT'S BACK FROM PROMETHEUS)) Windchill 10:10 pm We didn't. Specs 10:10 pm We did not. Whirl 10:10 pm Nope. ItsyBitsySpyers 10:10 pm [[No. We did not.]] Whirl 10:10 pm And they looked identical. ItsyBitsySpyers 10:11 pm [[Why?]] Not that he doesn't have some idea. Specs 10:11 pm And Walter has a self-repair function. Windchill 10:11 pm So it was said. It got the Lobe guy? Huh. Tarantulas 10:12 pm Oh Primus, really? Specs 10:12 pm *gapes a cackle* What???? Windchill 10:12 pm *Blinks.* Whirl 10:12 pm PFFT. ItsyBitsySpyers 10:12 pm [[They likely rescued him too late.]] Shockwave 10:12 pm ((MY FAV SCENE LMAO)) FakeProwl 10:12 pm ... Well, THAT'S the position you want to be in when a killer genetic experiment attacks. Windchill 10:12 pm *Waggles his brows against Whirl's neck.* Shockwave 10:12 pm (OMFG)) Windchill 10:12 pm This one grew fast. ItsyBitsySpyers 10:13 pm [[It does know how to make an entrance.]] Specs 10:13 pm That's. Oh, Goddess. Shockwave 10:13 pm *...right through the mouth. with its mouth. he chuffs quietly* Whirl 10:13 pm *gives his head a little shake and nudges Windchill's away* Easy on the neck. Specs 10:13 pm *the dragon can't decide whether to laugh or hyperventilate again* FakeProwl 10:13 pm ((... imagine if they'd still been kissing)) ItsyBitsySpyers 10:13 pm ((omfg)) Whirl 10:13 pm ((jfsfksed)) ItsyBitsySpyers 10:13 pm ((talk about getting tongue)) Windchill 10:13 pm *Snorts, and gives Whirl some space finally.* Tarantulas 10:13 pm (( sfgdfs Whirl 10:13 pm *shoulder is fine, but his neck is ticklish* Windchill 10:13 pm She looks so done with this. Specs 10:14 pm Wouldn't you be? Windchill 10:14 pm *He knows about your neck, thanks.* I would, but I wouldn't be on this idiot mission to begin with, so. What the hell is that. Whirl 10:14 pm Alien-o-vision. Windchill 10:15 pm Looks like it has worms. Shockwave 10:15 pm ((aww is al coming back i was still trying to write a response)) Specs 10:15 pm How'd it pick up parasites? Windchill 10:15 pm Lots of teeny, tiny worms. ItsyBitsySpyers 10:15 pm ((he's gotta sleep, be up at 4am - he will ping shockwave on tumblr sometime soon)) Windchill 10:15 pm What a kisser. Shockwave 10:15 pm ((ok, tell him sorry i got distracted by the movie now that my wife is here lol)) Windchill 10:15 pm *Much better than that David guy.* Whirl 10:15 pm Boy it can't control that drooling, though. Major flaw with these things. Windchill 10:16 pm Oh, really? Specs 10:16 pm It's just very excited to kiss. Shockwave 10:16 pm *is it though* Whirl 10:16 pm Partly why I rank those other guys above them a bit. Windchill 10:16 pm *Flutters his eyelashes coyly.* Whirl 10:16 pm The uh... hunter fellas. From the other movie we saw. Windchill 10:16 pm I like the drool. It's gross. ItsyBitsySpyers 10:16 pm [[The Predators?]] Whirl 10:16 pm You WOULD, you drool-machine. yeah! Those guys. Windchill 10:17 pm *Tosses his head flippantly.* Shockwave 10:17 pm ((lol these callbacks)) FakeProwl 10:17 pm *snrk. It just. punched through with its mouth.* Windchill 10:17 pm Oops. ItsyBitsySpyers 10:18 pm *He's done similar in the distant past.* FakeProwl 10:18 pm *good to know, because that's exactly what prowl is currently trying to visualize.* Shockwave 10:18 pm *these films would have you believe the inner mouth is the strongest part of the organism* Specs 10:18 pm *not all of us have impressive mouths, soundwave. no bragging.* Windchill 10:18 pm She's fine. Shockwave 10:18 pm *some dont have a mouth at all* Windchill 10:19 pm Or well, as close to fine as one can be after that. ItsyBitsySpyers 10:19 pm *He has enough mouth to make up for three of you. It's all right.* Whirl 10:19 pm *bless u Soundwave* Windchill 10:19 pm And now they're going to leave, what a waste of time and lives. Morons. ItsyBitsySpyers 10:19 pm [[Why would they stay? They do not know how many creatures there could be on the loose.]] Windchill 10:20 pm They wouldn't. They shouldn't have gone to begin with, is my point. Tarantulas 10:20 pm His jaw hasn't healed... gghh Windchill 10:20 pm Oh. Whirl 10:21 pm Pfft. Specs 10:21 pm Oh dear. Windchill 10:21 pm I like that inflatable pillow though. If it were me, my head would pop it. *Why is that code even in the system?* *He must have added it at some point.* Um. Shockwave 10:22 pm ((UM)) Specs 10:22 pm Well. Windchill 10:22 pm Neat, but how? Shockwave 10:22 pm ((UM????)) FakeProwl 10:22 pm ... Pffff. Whirl 10:22 pm Is that how eggs are laid? Windchill 10:22 pm He looks so proud. I assure you, Whirl, it is not. Shockwave 10:23 pm (( a proud mother)) Specs 10:23 pm That is definitely not how it is done. Windchill 10:23 pm At least...not any that I know of. Tarantulas 10:23 pm *tara's frozen. oop. give him a moment* Whirl 10:23 pm I'll take your word for it. Windchill 10:23 pm I can't rule out weird unknown alien biology entirely, now. ItsyBitsySpyers 10:23 pm *Soundwave's head doesn't move, but he's side-eyeing Tarantulas. He's pretty sure that's not how Tarantulas does it though.* Tarantulas 10:24 pm It's - not unheard of. Whirl 10:24 pm Not a bad movie, but all in all, I like the origin story of the other one more. Windchill 10:24 pm That was...something. Better than Titanic. Whirl 10:24 pm So wait--some things do? *looks to Tarantulas* Ha! Yeah, it was definitely better than titanic. Shockwave 10:24 pm *also looks at Tarantulas* Windchill 10:25 pm *He liked the aliens.* Specs 10:25 pm That was fun! *stretches wings and legs, and carefully glides off of Whirl's shoulder* I'll try to show for next time. *she is NOT staying here for egg talk* *no thanks* Goodnight, everyone! ItsyBitsySpyers 10:25 pm [[Goodnight.]] Windchill 10:25 pm *But the entire film was run through by really dumb and irresponsible decisions, it's kind of a detractor.* Bye! Whirl 10:25 pm Seeya, dragon! Tarantulas 10:26 pm Some organisms - they have more of a saccular internal structure and utilize the same opening for multiple functions, let's put it that way. Windchill 10:26 pm Like...a cloaca? Tarantulas 10:27 pm Nono, with the additional function of ingestion as well Windchill 10:27 pm *This song is distracting him a little.* Whirl 10:27 pm Out the mouth still seems a little weird, to be honest, but what do I know. I've never laid an egg in my life. Windchill 10:28 pm Consider yourself lucky. Whirl 10:28 pm Soundwave, if you're taking requests? ItsyBitsySpyers 10:28 pm [[...It seems convenient. Organics take in nutrients through their mouths. Their spawn require it. Why not keep them where the nutrients will be?]] Whirl 10:28 pm Well, if they were protected against the fuel breakdown process. ItsyBitsySpyers 10:28 pm [[What is the request?]] Whirl 10:29 pm Fuel tank's not exactly a quiet, safe place. Tarantulas 10:29 pm That's - yes, what Whirl said. Whirl 10:29 pm I'm pretty sure I asked it once before, but--Come A Little Bit Closer. Jay & the Americans. FakeProwl 10:29 pm organic traffic flow is designed to go in only one direction—in through the top, out through the bottom. Tarantulas 10:29 pm Not ALL organic traffic flow, mind you ItsyBitsySpyers 10:29 pm [[When this is done.]]

//Gettin' your mush on, huh.// Whirl 10:30 pm ...which raises some interesting questions about Killer. I've never seen it poop. FakeProwl 10:30 pm Most organic traffic flow. Whirl 10:30 pm Pfft! it's a good song, mush or no mush. Windchill 10:30 pm I heard that there's these, like, worms, that only have mouths. FakeProwl 10:30 pm I suspect it's easier to intake nutrients at the top and eject eggs from the bottom for the same reason. Whirl 10:30 pm And all these oldies brought it to mind. FakeProwl 10:30 pm Imagine a one-lane street that tries to accommodate traffic going both directions. Windchill 10:30 pm *This guy's head bobs are distracting.* Whirl 10:31 pm Also--it's totally a 60s song. FakeProwl 10:31 pm *Prowl might not know scrap about biology but by god is he going to try to use every tool at his disposal to try to understand it, up to and including traffic cop experience.* Tarantulas 10:31 pm Human lungs function that way, Prowl. It's not entirely unheard of ItsyBitsySpyers 10:31 pm //Yeah, I guess so.// Whirl 10:31 pm ((real reason: i re-watched GotG 2 today and the song is on my mind 😎 )) Windchill 10:31 pm (( Good job. )) Shockwave 10:32 pm @Whirl: The barnacles in my care produce very little waste product. I believe they are simply highly efficient. ItsyBitsySpyers 10:32 pm //How come he don't punch Bad Man Jose, I don't get. Or jus' ask if sharin's okay.// FakeProwl 10:32 pm *stares at Tarantulas* ............ Right. So they do. Whirl 10:32 pm @Shockwave: Huh. Well. ...asked and answered! Maybe the singer's not really big and strong. Doesn't think he'll win the fight. Tarantulas 10:32 pm If you're truly curious how Killer works, Whirl, I'm more than willing to study it more closely, hyeh. Or its offspring, possibly Whirl 10:33 pm No good answer for the sharing thing, though. *shrugs* You can, as long as you don't hurt it. Ha, didn't you hear? Fresh shipment of babies. Courtesy of Rumble and Frenzy's tender care. FakeProwl 10:33 pm @Tarantulas «Why DON'T their lungs have separate entrances and exits?» ItsyBitsySpyers 10:33 pm \\I AIN'T HAD *NOTHIN* TO DO WITH IT\\ Windchill 10:34 pm *Snorts.* It had MORE babies? ItsyBitsySpyers 10:34 pm //It had MORE babies.// Tarantulas 10:34 pm @Prowl: «Because one-lane traffic doesn't work the same with gases as it does with solids, that's why. Diffusion and only partial exhalation, mostly.» Whirl 10:35 pm Yep. Windchill 10:35 pm Wow. Whirl 10:35 pm It's only ever done it when THEY'RE watching it. ItsyBitsySpyers 10:35 pm //Maybe there's two of 'em in there.// Windchill 10:35 pm I'm impressed. FakeProwl 10:35 pm @Tarantulas «But most air circulation systems go in one end and out the other. Ventilation systems don't backwash air to their source.» Tarantulas 10:36 pm Oho, might as well toss one my way before it gets /attached/ Whirl 10:36 pm I'm pretty sure Killer can just. Auto-propagate. Sure. Like I said--gotta promise not to hurt it. Tarantulas 10:37 pm @Prowl «The air generally has to stay in the lungs longer than prompt expulsion would allow, I'd wager. I'm hypothesizing at this point. But - yes, the balance of O2 and CO2 is very precarious in human systems.» ItsyBitsySpyers 10:38 pm *Frenzy makes gagging noises at the music. Does the Boss gotta. How come they never play heavy metal in here? Next time he's taking over the speakers.* Shockwave 10:39 pm *some people find human screaming to be offensive to the audials, Frenzy* ItsyBitsySpyers 10:39 pm *Some people oughta hear HIM.* Shockwave 10:39 pm *unless of course, they're screaming because an interesting creature has just skewered their reproductive partner through the mouth* Windchill 10:39 pm *He loves metal.* Whirl 10:40 pm *snickers; it's obvious Soundwave is in a Mood, which is frankly hilarious* ItsyBitsySpyers 10:40 pm *Ohhh, it's not what it sounds like. For once.* Tarantulas 10:40 pm Well then - I duly and sincerely promise not to harm any of Killer's offspring that come under my care. Sufficient? FakeProwl 10:40 pm @Tarantulas «Hmm. I suppose it makes a bigger difference when their system is that small.» ItsyBitsySpyers 10:41 pm *Soundwave wonders if the aliens have a sense of humor? The mouth thing does seem like the kind of playfulness he would imagine himself.* Whirl 10:41 pm Yep. And if I find out you're lying, I will personally come cave your face in. FakeProwl 10:41 pm *for what it's worth, prowl's currently operating under the same assumption as whirl.* Whirl 10:41 pm But I'll see if I can find one. I set 'em loose in the wild. FakeProwl 10:41 pm *this is a WHOLE lot of sappy songs, soundwave.* Tarantulas 10:41 pm In the WILD? Whereabouts? Whirl 10:42 pm Cybertron. ItsyBitsySpyers 10:42 pm *He knows what he's doing.* Whirl 10:42 pm *good job Whirl, that location is not VAGUE AT ALL* Tarantulas 10:42 pm *good enough for tarantulas though* If you don't mind giving me the coordinates, I can drop by and pick one up myself, save you the trouble ItsyBitsySpyers 10:43 pm *Rumble rubs his forehead. Look, there's like... okay, there's no better music there. But Primus, couldn't he search some up?* Whirl 10:43 pm *shrugs* Sure thing. But remember--they're ALL Killer's offspring. Tarantulas 10:44 pm Surely, yes. Whirl 10:44 pm I'll see if I can... uh. Remember. * pause*

...I'll get back to you. Tarantulas 10:44 pm *squints, then snickers a little* Shockwave 10:45 pm *doesn't take much note of the musical selection, himself. still pondering the film* ItsyBitsySpyers 10:46 pm *Rumble pings Soundwave with a request for something different. 70s rock? C'mon. Please. Anything else.*

*Soundwave turns to look straight at him and... plays this.* Shockwave 10:46 pm *in fairness, they regularly play videos of alternates dancing around, and -that- doesn't mean anything either* ItsyBitsySpyers 10:47 pm *Rumble jumps up and throws his hands in the air*

//I CAN SAY IT MY OWN FRAGGIN' SELF, Y'KNOW!// Windchill 10:47 pm *Blinks slowly.* *He spaced out there, for a while.* ItsyBitsySpyers 10:47 pm //................................................Uh.//

*He'll just. Sit. Down here. And look at the music video. That is a good music video.* Tarantulas 10:47 pm @Prowl «Small, yes, and focused less on heat expulsion and more on chemical diffusion.» Shockwave 10:47 pm *actually looks up at that outburst* Whirl 10:47 pm *drawn from his intense effort to remember where he left all of Killer's babies* Windchill 10:48 pm *The Wild Babies.* FakeProwl 10:48 pm *stares at Rumble* ItsyBitsySpyers 10:49 pm *And now, 70s rock. Rumble puts his face in his hands.* FakeProwl 10:49 pm *oh, hey, it's 70s rock!* ItsyBitsySpyers 10:50 pm //What're you all lookin' at.// Windchill 10:50 pm *He's not even looking.* Whirl 10:50 pm *shrugs and streeetches* Windchill 10:50 pm *Goes for Whirl's armpit with a claw.* FakeProwl 10:50 pm *quietly looks away.* Whirl 10:51 pm *there is a sudden and very loud squawk of static* Windchill 10:51 pm I'm sorry. I...had to. The opportunity was too much to pass up. Whirl 10:52 pm You can't just roll up on someone like that when they're stretching, jeez. *he's gonna hop up and eye Windchill warily* ItsyBitsySpyers 10:52 pm *...He punches the ground and growls, then pushes himself up and goes to storm up the stairwell.* Windchill 10:52 pm I'll behave, now. Whirl 10:52 pm ...*stage whisper* Which one of you guys did something to piss him off? Windchill 10:53 pm Armpit jabbing, *he raises a hand, he's solemnly swearing, see,* is not allowed. Lesson learned. Whirl 10:53 pm Also. ...if you're still doing requests. Now that we're on the 70s... Windchill 10:53 pm *His solemn hand raises higher.* It was me, I farted. Whirl 10:53 pm Dammit, Windchill. Windchill 10:53 pm I'm sorry. Whirl 10:53 pm Ahem--Stormbringer by Deep Purple'd go down real easy right about now. FakeProwl 10:54 pm @Soundwave «I also have a song selection to contribute.» ItsyBitsySpyers 10:55 pm *Soundwave nods to Whirl and pings Prowl an acknowledgment. Anyone else?* Shockwave 10:55 pm 'Electric Light Orchestra.' Windchill 10:56 pm *He'll pass, he's in trouble already.* ItsyBitsySpyers 10:57 pm *And Shockwave gets a nod too. He assumes that means dealer's choice?* Whirl 10:57 pm *well, he's up, so he'll scuttle back over to the bar, to get drink #2* Shockwave 10:57 pm *indeed. he's not too picky and his mind's still audibly buzzing* Windchill 11:00 pm *Stretches, while Whirl is too far away to get him back.* ItsyBitsySpyers 11:01 pm *Soundwave lifts his helm and looks over to the stairwell. There's an audible thunka-thunka-thunka and some swearing coming out of it.*

//You want me to do it!? I'll do it!//

*And in just a second, they'll all see the reason why.* Whirl 11:01 pm *leans on the bar and watches. Well, This should be good* FakeProwl 11:01 pm *guess where prowl's attention just went* Windchill 11:01 pm *That sounds dramatic, his ears perk.* ItsyBitsySpyers 11:02 pm *Rumble comes out dragging a dead razor snake several times longer than he is tall and, for a long moment, glowers at the whole room.* Windchill 11:02 pm *Eyebrows try to float away.* Shockwave 11:02 pm ... *antennae are in a highly unusual position* FakeProwl 11:03 pm *okay. whatever it is, it involves a snake.* *either that, or an extremely large worm.* Shockwave 11:04 pm *...he hopes the snake was killed humanely or for good reason* Whirl 11:04 pm *peers* Windchill 11:04 pm *What is the meaning of this?* ItsyBitsySpyers 11:04 pm *He now marches over to Whirl and half-drops, half-hurls the first couple of meters of it at Whirl's feet, planting his fists on his hips and scowling up at him.*

//ASK ME OUT ALREADY, YEAH? What do I gotta do? Wear a neon sign sayin' "Hot For Whirl, Inquire Within"!? Primus fraggin' below!// Windchill 11:05 pm *Guffaws.* Tarantulas 11:05 pm *is utterly mystified* Whirl 11:05 pm *rears back a little when the snake his thrown, but to his credit, does not step away. Looks at the snake. Looks at Rumble. Looks at the snake again* ItsyBitsySpyers 11:05 pm *Soundwave just crosses one leg over the other and laces his hands together on his lap.* FakeProwl 11:05 pm *oh. well.* Whirl 11:05 pm *intelligently* ...uh, what? FakeProwl 11:06 pm @Soundwave «... Is the snake a courtship thing.» Shockwave 11:06 pm *oh. its a courtship thing* Windchill 11:06 pm *He's gonna watch.* ItsyBitsySpyers 11:06 pm @Prowl: [[Affirmative. Kaon flavor.]] Windchill 11:06 pm *He's been hitting on Whirl for years, maybe he'll learn a thing or two.* FakeProwl 11:07 pm @Soundwave «... Should I be getting you a snake, or are other animals acceptable.» Whirl 11:07 pm ((i just imagined prowl hunting, dressed as Van Pelt from Jumanji)) Windchill 11:07 pm (( Beautiful. )) ItsyBitsySpyers 11:08 pm *Rumble points at the snake, at himself, and then at Whirl.*

//Me. You. Fightin' stuff 'n gettin' cozy. You in or not?// @Prowl: [[He prefers other methods.]] Windchill 11:08 pm *Huffs a little.* Whirl 11:08 pm *give him a moment to process this* ItsyBitsySpyers 11:08 pm *And just for good measure.*

@Shockwave: [[...Do not worry. He prefers other methods.]] FakeProwl 11:09 pm *acknowledging ping. good.* Whirl 11:10 pm Okay, I--wait. Okay. *points at Rumble* You. Are asking me--*points at himself* Specifically. Me, to...?

Well. Uh. *very slowly looks up at the room, suddenly very keenly aware of everyone's presence; I hope all of you are enjoying this moment of Peak Whirl Flabbergastedness* Windchill 11:10 pm *Cups his mouth with his hands, and stage whispers.* Do it. Whirl 11:11 pm *very carefully puts his foot down on the snake and hunkers down to better speak to Rumble* Short answer is, well, yeah, of course. Hell, yeah. Long answer is--can we... go somewhere, maybe? To talk? *HE'S GOING TO REMEMBER THAT, WINDCHILL* *...well not in a bad way* Windchill 11:11 pm *He's trying to be supportive you frick.* Whirl 11:12 pm *exactly* Windchill 11:12 pm *Good enough then.* ItsyBitsySpyers 11:13 pm *The scowl slowly brightens into THE BIGGEST GRIN. Frenzy hoots in the background and gets an obscene gesture for his trouble.*

//Frag yeah! I got this spot coupla miles away.// *Oh, wait. The trophy.* //...You're carryin' it this time.// Windchill 11:14 pm *Well, if those two are leaving, he's gonna be left here by himself.* Whirl 11:14 pm *okay,a fair bit of the shock and awkwardness is eased away by that reaction; Whirl snorts and finishes bending down to grab the snake in his claws* You got it.

*straightens and slings it casually over one shoulder* G'night, losers. Windchill 11:14 pm *Time...to bother someone else.* *Applauds. Good show.* Good night, suckers. Whirl 11:14 pm *points at Windchill. YOU* Windchill 11:14 pm *Who, him?* *He pauses in his clapping.* Whirl 11:15 pm *points at his eye, then and Windchill. Watchin u* Tarantulas 11:15 pm *quiet snickering, but his lab timer just went off, he'll have to ask what happened later. nudges at prowl with his helm, pulls back* I'm afraid I'm heading out. Science calls. Windchill 11:15 pm *Is this about the armpit poke.* Shockwave 11:16 pm @Soundy: <<I was not worried. Your preferred methods have already been made relatively clear.>> Whirl 11:16 pm *it's about a lot of things. He'll bob his helm one last time at everyone, and then gesture for Rumble to lead the way* Windchill 11:16 pm *Okay, bye then vague gesture man.* ItsyBitsySpyers 11:16 pm *Oh, good. He'd hate to wake up and find a bitbear in his club.*

[[Goodnight, Tarantulas.]] FakeProwl 11:16 pm *helm tap.* Evening. Windchill 11:17 pm *Wait.* *How can he ask Tarantulas a Legit Science Question if he leaves?* *Ah, well.* ItsyBitsySpyers 11:17 pm *Rumble marches out puffed up like a microwaved marshmellow. He can yell at the Boss later. Time to go TALK.* Tarantulas 11:17 pm *his comm's always open, even to you, windchill* Windchill 11:18 pm *Yeah, he usually gets snubbed when he tries the comms.* ItsyBitsySpyers 11:18 pm @Shockwave: [[...You do not require razor snakes, do you? He had hoped CNA samples would suffice. They are easier to transport.]] Windchill 11:18 pm *We'll see.* Tarantulas 11:18 pm *a faux-smooch to the top of prowl's helm and a wave in the waves' direction, and he's off* Windchill 11:19 pm They're gonna frick, I'll bet. *Crosses his legs, casually.* ItsyBitsySpyers 11:19 pm \\PFFFFFF.\\ [[Must you.]] Whirl 11:20 pm ((HAHAHA)) ItsyBitsySpyers 11:20 pm [[FRENZY.]] *Said Soundwave, sounding suspiciously like his deployer for a minute.* *He cackles and darts upstairs.* Windchill 11:20 pm *He shrugs. It's an honest assessment.* FakeProwl 11:20 pm *winces* Shockwave 11:21 pm @Soundy: <<If I -must- be given a razor snake, I prefer living specimens. But no. It is not required.>> ItsyBitsySpyers 11:21 pm @Prowl: [[...His apologies. It is - almost an automatic reflex.]] @Shockwave: [[...A hatchling, perhaps.]] FakeProwl 11:22 pm @Soundwave «Forgiven. It was just—unexpected.» ItsyBitsySpyers 11:24 pm *Small nod.* Shockwave 11:25 pm *has 13 hatchlings already. one more wouldnt hurt* *he'd have to keep it out of Predacon gobbling range* ItsyBitsySpyers 11:27 pm *That's what having Buzzsaw build a clean but beautiful looking aquarium is for. At least until it gets big enough to outgrow that.* Windchill 11:28 pm *He stretches again, since Whirl isn't here to give him his armpit-poking comeuppance.* I'm out, I think. ItsyBitsySpyers 11:28 pm [[Very well. He'll tell Rumble to let Whirl know.]] Windchill 11:29 pm *He hungers, it's time to FEED.* *Also, his friend has VANISHED.* *So it's double time. He stands, and shakes himself off.* 'Night, suckers. ItsyBitsySpyers 11:31 pm [[Goodnight.]] Windchill 11:31 pm *He waves, and steps out.* ItsyBitsySpyers 11:32 pm *Soundwave twists and bobs his helm near Shockwave's in a request for permission to bunt.*

@Shockwave: [[He hopes the design modifications seen tonight will be taken into consideration...?]] Shockwave 11:42 pm ((ahh im back sorry)) Shockwave 11:44 pm *nods* Did any particular features capture your interest? ItsyBitsySpyers 11:46 pm @Shockwave: [[Longer dorsal tubes, better quadrupedal running proportions. He will need the ability to move quickly if he ever loses air superiority.]] Shockwave 11:49 pm "Agreed. Though I would suggest that the tubing position remain adjustable, to prevent the larger design from interfering with your ability to navigate small spaces." ItsyBitsySpyers 11:52 pm *Ready nod. That would be delightful.*

@S: [[He will come test out potential layouts before the week is up, if that is all right.]] ItsyBitsySpyers 11:53 pm *Get some loose pipes and see how they'd work against his current frame, perhaps.* Shockwave 11:56 pm *antennae take on an upright, anticipatory angle* Yes. I would like to discuss the film's contents in further detail, as well.

*that would be ridiculous, soundwave. cute, but ridiculous. they possess -holographic technology- and malleable mental landscapes, you know.* Yesterday ItsyBitsySpyers 11:58 pm *...Oh. Yes. Mindscapes. Of course! That would also work, though it'd take a bit of fiddling to make sure they got the internal rules and weights right.*

*Well, no matter. They can figure it out then. There's that bunt for now.*

[[Then we shall. Until then...?]] Shockwave 12:01 am *bunted, fingers twitch* ...Yes. I shall return to my laboratory. Shockwave 12:02 am ((*fingerguns out for tonight?* sorry if i kept you waiting)) ItsyBitsySpyers 12:03 am *Soundwave pings acknowledgment and gives the plating edge he's got against his cheek a good nuzzling.*

[[Rest well. And may your work progress smoothly.]] ((roger dodger! and no problem <3)) Shockwave 12:05 am *brushes a few fingers fondly over Soundwave's forearm, extricates himself from the couch, and leaves* FakeProwl 12:06 am ... Now I know where you got that costume. ItsyBitsySpyers 12:09 am *Soundwave looks over to Prowl at last and scoots out of Prowl's spot, tapping the space. Do come sit.*

[[That was Buzzsaw's work.]] FakeProwl 12:10 am *a flicker, and he's back in his usual spot.* Then Shockwave's helping you improve it? ItsyBitsySpyers 12:10 am *Finally focusing on the fact that HE'S BEEN TALKING TO PROWL LIKE HE'S MEANT TO TALK TO OTHER BOTS. Please hold while he wraps himself up in this fact and pulls it tight.* ItsyBitsySpyers 12:11 am *Okay. Okay, he's - he's nervous about this, especially after accidentally shouting, but he went through the whole movie without doing anything else wrong. This will be fine. Increased attention is safer attention.*

[[...In a manner of speaking.]] FakeProwl 12:13 am Oh? ItsyBitsySpyers 12:17 am [[Mm. His spark will not support his current alt mode forever.]] Flight is strenuous, Prowl. And so is admitting this, but it'll at least let him test reactions. [[It is - an interesting idea for the distant future.]]

*Definitely watching for any signs of repulsion.* FakeProwl 12:19 am *Blank stare at Soundwave. Then blank stare at wall.* ... Apparently I'm into people who want to turn into aliens. I didn't realize that was part of my type. ItsyBitsySpyers 12:20 am *...Slow, quiet huffing.* [[You would prefer an octopus?]] FakeProwl 12:21 am *Snort.* I'd miss the teeth. *DID HE SAY THAT. Clamps mouth shut. fff.* *Definitely going to keep staring at that wall.* ItsyBitsySpyers 12:22 am *Tiny brighten. Yes, Prowl said that. And Soundwave deeply appreciated it.*

[[Then it pleases him to keep them.]] *Pause.* [[And share them.]] FakeProwl 12:22 am *Nod nod.* FakeProwl 12:23 am *RIGHT, moving on from that little... that.* Is that to be your alt-mode, then? Or will you be a monoformer? ItsyBitsySpyers 12:29 am [[An alt mode. There are some things they are not built to do. And he is not an organic. He...]] Oh, this is painful to think. [[He simply admires this one's appearance.]] *Don't tell anyone. His credit with the Decepticons is low enough.* FakeProwl 12:32 am *a nod. so prowl gathered, from the fact that he keeps showing movies about them. ... and dresses as them.* ItsyBitsySpyers 12:32 am *Prowl went as a minicon. Does he want to be one?* FakeProwl 12:33 am *he wouldn't mind shrinking.* *anyway he didn't "go as a minicon" so much as attempt to hide from the crowd.* ItsyBitsySpyers 12:35 am *Fair, fair. But no shrinking and asking to become his deployer. Holograms don't dock and Soundwave isn't going to pop his spark chamber open.*

*And now it's Soundwave's turn to fidget. He wasn't expecting to have to explain this. It went... a hundred times better than expected, but it's a little. It's.*

*Please let Prowl think of something else, Primus. Mercy.* FakeProwl 12:35 am ... The, er. Costume you wore. It was... very, uh... *words, words, words.* The shape fit. You. ItsyBitsySpyers 12:37 am *...........Oh. Well, that's not so bad either. Mercy after this, maybe.*

[[...Thank you. It - did serve him well, that night.]] [[But he does not need to remind you of that.]] FakeProwl 12:38 am Hff. No. ItsyBitsySpyers 12:39 am *Little shoulder tremble. And now they're back to the teeth. Well done, them.* ItsyBitsySpyers 12:42 am *If Primus and Prowl won't show it, he will. Prompt, prompt.*

[[Now. He recalls an incomplete request?]] FakeProwl 12:43 am Ah. Yes. You did—I did—I mean, er. Yes. FakeProwl 12:45 am *Damn. He'd planned this out to be smooth. Instead he'd been sticking his foot in his mouth and awkwardly squeezing out half-compliments for the past five minutes. How does he get back on track.* ItsyBitsySpyers 12:45 am *Oh, stammering. This will probably be interesting.* *Would Prowl like a hand? He finds that helps sometimes.* FakeProwl 12:46 am *no, no, he's got this prepared. he just has to get himself on script.* ItsyBitsySpyers 12:46 am *Very well. Soundwave will be as patient for Prowl as Prowl has been for him, lately.* FakeProwl 12:47 am *OKAY. SUAVENESS. SUAVENESS NOW. FLIPPING THE SUAVE SWITCH.* FakeProwl 12:50 am *He says, very coolly and casually,* First, you'll have to sit in my lap. ItsyBitsySpyers 12:51 am *Well, THAT briefly uncorks a bottle of mental imagery.* *Soundwave quickly jams the stopper back into place and leans on it. Sitting on Prowl's lap. Yes. He'll just - do that.* ItsyBitsySpyers 12:53 am *Which involves hesitating because he doesn't know which direction, before deciding Prowl's hologram is sturdy enough they won't topple forward if it's face-to-face and gracefully rearranging himself to suit.* FakeProwl 12:54 am *Oh. Prowl was expecting sideways. Never mind, never mind—the position doesn't actually matter, he's not going to let it throw him off.* FakeProwl 12:56 am Right. *He laces his hands behind Soundwave's back. So casually you'd never guess that it's a deliberate, planned part of Prowl's presentation, except for the fact that he definitely stopped speaking until he'd finished doing it.* I thought this, was... thematically appropriate. Considering recent conversations we've had. And, us in general. *Inward wince. Should've worked on that last sentence. Keep going.* ... Here. (( https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_Znze-oR0-I )) ItsyBitsySpyers 12:59 am *Soundwave wiggles a little, but only to let Prowl's hands slip behind the guard over his lower back. A planned part it may be, but he's not gonna complain. At all. Especially if Prowl is trying to talk to him the way he understands best.* This message has been removed. ItsyBitsySpyers 1:01 am *...Oh. Oh, he knows this song. But this is - it's a cover? He pays close attention.* *...All he wants and needs, in his arms. Like Soundwave is.*

*...That cinder digs a bit deeper.* FakeProwl 1:02 am *Very slightly—but pointedly—tightens embrace at "here in my arms." As if, somehow, the meaning wasn't obvious.* *... Is it too much? Now he's worried it's too much. Maybe—no, no, he finished worrying it was too much three days ago. Now he waits. He can't take back the song now.* FakeProwl 1:05 am *RIGHT. There we go. He's going to awkwardly stare somewhere around Soundwave's shoulder as he waits for a reaction.* ItsyBitsySpyers 1:08 am *And the part about speech breaking vows. And both pleasure and pain being involved, which is truer than most people are willing to admit.*

*And words being - what did it call them? Trivial? Structured sentences, meaningless. The song title is LITERALLY "Enjoy the Silence".*

*Well. He won't transfer any words, then. And no coherent thoughts.*

*Just a swell of - of - intense feelings, to use the song's phrase, and Soundwave sliding his arms behind Prowl to crush him close.* *Bumper be damned.* FakeProwl 1:13 am *Oh! Good. Prowl did good. He attempts to return the wave of feelings with one of his own, but isn't quite sure how to pick and send one, so it ends up being a confused blup consisting of relief and something that might be translatable into several pings of affection.* ItsyBitsySpyers 1:14 am *That confused blup is, quite honestly, charming as Pit. Maybe Prowl will let him try to teach how to do things some day, but for now, this is... more honest. And he likes that.* ItsyBitsySpyers 1:18 am *Curious nudge and an overhead shot of himself sitting on Prowl's lap, taken just a moment ago. This, unfortunately, requires him to 'speak'.*

[[...It is all right to stay here?]] FakeProwl 1:18 am Oh. Yes. Absolutely. ItsyBitsySpyers 1:20 am *Nod. NOW he turns to sit sideways, in order to better fit his legs on the couch and curl around the side of Prowl's chest instead of battling it from the front.* FakeProwl 1:22 am *There, that's more like what he expected. He shifts his arms to accommodate the new position.* ItsyBitsySpyers 1:24 am [[...He likes your taste in music. He would listen to more, if you found it.]] FakeProwl 1:26 am *Prowl is pretty sure that's high praise out of Soundwave.* When I find more that's fitting, I will. *... On the other hand maybe Soundwave likes ALL tastes in music. Hm.* ItsyBitsySpyers 1:27 am *Little bit high praise, little bit implying he would love to hear more of what Prowl had to tell him, little bit suggesting he enjoys these musical messages of theirs.*

*Soundwave nods and buries his face in Prowl's shoulder.* FakeProwl 1:28 am *THAT'S new. And nice. Prowl likes that.* ItsyBitsySpyers 1:32 am *It's a good shoulder. Sometimes he wishes Prowl would smell like metal, or be warm, or make all the little sounds, or leave paint and not static - in short, that he could have the real thing, green and all - but it's what he has for now, so he'll take it.* FakeProwl 1:34 am *There are SOME sounds. Preprogrammed to play under the right circumstances. But it's closer to a very advanced video game soundtrack than to a real person's systems.* ItsyBitsySpyers 1:34 am *And he's Soundwave. He has no trouble identifying the differences.* FakeProwl 1:38 am *Well, Prowl's body might not be here—but PROWL is, and he's quietly delighted that Soundwave is on his lap and liked his musical offering.* ItsyBitsySpyers 1:39 am *Prowl's going to be even more delighted in a moment. Soundwave's mask is raised and he's taking to teasingly prodding the shoulder with tongue and mlah to see how long before Prowl notices the sensation.* ItsyBitsySpyers 1:42 am *Content spymasters are often quietly playful ones, as has been demonstrated on past occasions. At present, he's entertained by the idea of making his chair wiggle beneath him.* FakeProwl 1:43 am *For the record: longer than it would in a normal body, but not very long at all. Speaking of the artificial soundtrack: here, have an engine rev.* ItsyBitsySpyers 1:48 am *WELL. That'd be hard to mistake even if they were still communicating via text.*

*But he supposes a wriggle is a wriggle however it's earned, so onward his glossa travels, licking a line around the shoulder's edge before stopping to nibble on a corner.*

[][][]Do you want to play a game?[][][] FakeProwl 1:50 am *Immediately:* Yes. *Less immediately:* What kind of game? ItsyBitsySpyers 1:55 am *Quiet huff. Soundwave reaches for a cube from the bar with his feelers and motions to the top of Prowl's head with it. He won't set it up there unless he's allowed.*

[[It is called "finding out if Soundwave can make you spill this".]] FakeProwl 1:56 am *Prowl's optics brighten. A lot.* The rules? ItsyBitsySpyers 2:08 am [[You make yourself comfortable. He then balances this on your head - or some other sufficiently challenging location - and does what he safely can to dislodge it without moving you himself.]] *Key: safely. That means no scaring Prowl or seizing his mind and forcing him to drop the cube.* [[Teasing, amusing, bribing - simple things. You lose when even a single drop falls over the side.]]

[[Timed or untimed. Your choice, as is what happens if he wins. Or if you win.]] ItsyBitsySpyers 2:11 am *It is worth noting that the cube is fairly full.* FakeProwl 2:14 am *Looks at the cube contemplatively for a moment.* ... Shoulder. There's no flat surface on my head. Even if we get it perfectly balanced, the mere act of talking would be enough to dislodge it. THAT challenge can wait for another night. ItsyBitsySpyers 2:15 am *Only if Prowl talks out loud. But, he doesn't know how to work around this yet, so, very well.*

[[Is that an agreement?]] FakeProwl 2:16 am It is. Fifteen minutes for the first round so we can both get the hang of it and see if we like it, move up from there? ItsyBitsySpyers 2:18 am *Nod.*

[[Agreed. But if he may make a suggestion?]] Vent against Prowl's shoulder. [[Changing venues. It would be... awkward, for Rumble to return to this.]] FakeProwl 2:20 am HFF—! ... Agreed. ItsyBitsySpyers 2:23 am [[Good. He'll hear plenty over his playlist choices as it is.]] Soundwave pops a bridge to life behind himself and starts to stand up carefully, so as not to leave Prowl's arms. [[Come.]] *He knows the avatar can just flicker on somewhere else, but damn it, this is a comfortable spot and he'd prefer not to lose it.* FakeProwl 2:26 am *Oh, is he being dragged along? Then follows~*

[waywardfeathered]

snowinabottle‌ // stranger

    COMFORTABLE IN COZY PAJAMAS, one of the rare chances to relax and find some peace after work. with a glass of wine and a dan brown book she sat in her wing chair and slowly drifted away into another world  —  without monsters and ghosts, without dangerous beasts who wanted to eat her alive. amelia had been home early today, leaving behind what waited on her desk to be done. sometimes the coffee lover needed A BREAK from new happenings, from the permanent stress and the frightening stories that became her reality. a sip of red liquid, fawn eyes focusing on written lines, when a sudden noise caught her attention. living outside in the woods, house close to a lake  —  all kind of animals strolled around in the darkness and yet. this was nothing the woman had ever heard before. a thunder, blazing light following, a collision. then silence. oh, this was definitely new. closing the pages on her lap, glass put aside when an uneasy feeling spread in her stomach. she had drawn anti demon traps on her walls. she had a gun in the small cupboard right beside her bed. she knew these kind of things. DO NOT BE AFRAID. slowly the brunette got up, bare feet moving her body to the back door where something moved down the road. DO NOT FEAR EVIL. a moment of hesitation. sometimes wanderers lost their ways in this area, sometimes a weather surprised them when camping. but this ? oh, wanderers did not came with a bitter aftertaste ! or was she being overly cautious ? a step outside on soft grass, fawn eyes searching for evidence in the darkness. probably this was actually a LOST SOUL. probably he just needed help. probably he wanted to KILL HER.  slowly a silhouette manifested, facial features to be seen. MYGOD. blood was dripping from strangers nose, head obviously injured as well and his clothes looked awful. ❛  sir ? are you okay ? i must ask you to STOP. sir ?  ❜

╰╰✩ PLOTTED STARTER FOR THE LOVELY @waywardfeathered

          he was aware there had been a blinding explosion of light. an incredible amount of pain tearing his form apart. but that was it. possibly a sense of betrayal, but that one was very vague. and now he was simply -- walking, without a direction, not knowing where he was going or where he came from. his brain was scrambled, disoriented to the point of not even being able to show any concern to the fact that he couldn’t remember his own name.

          it took him several seconds to register her voice, and he stumbled to a halt. eyes searched his surroundings. the woman. a forest. shakily, he wiped blood off of his face. attempted to focus his gaze at the woman standing in front of him. was she carrying a weapon? he was pretty sure she was. but it didn’t faze him, for some reason. as if it did not matter one way or another. i don’t know, was what he meant to say, but all he was able to produce was a faint whimper. the forest was spinning around him. without having any control over his vessel, he fell on his knees, as if in slow-motion. breath came raggedly. yet still he did not close his eyes, just kept staring at whatever, not really registering what was in front of him. what had happened? where was he? was he dying?

[sieben9]

“broken” impressions

Today on Once Upon a Time

Dementors.

Well, just the one. And it's called a wraith. But come on, the joke was begging to be made.

Actual commentary under the cut.

OK, first of all, there was so much love in the first ten minutes or so of this episode and it was great. It delivered on a promise I hadn't even consciously realised had been made, and it delivered wonderfully.

I mean, there was all the hugging...

So much hugging. Everywhere

And the way Charming just couldn't seem to let go of Snow. As if he was worried she'd disappear the moment he did. And of course the reunion with Emma...

The way they look at their 28-year-old daughter -- like she's the most amazing thing in the world, like she's some kind of miracle -- broke me. Into tiny little pieces. I love the family relationships in this show so much, you can't even imagine.

And then. And then

"Hey, Sieben, you may want to have a defibrillator ready, because the two people you've been screaming about for half a season will probably stop your heart" -- said by none of you traitors

They kissed! These two poor lost souls actually managed to kiss and if I thought that the hug had killed me... well, this brought me back to life, only to kill me again. I may actually have cried a little; I'm not sure. The Snow-Charming-Emma scene left me a bit misty-eyed, so who knows where to lay the blame *g*

Though of course, the bliss can't last. Because this...

...this is not the face of a man who plans to keep the promise he made about ten seconds ago. ::sigh:: Rumple. Rumple, no. Why. I mean, I know why, but please, just for once, surprise me and--

::very long sigh::

No. Didn't think so.

Before I shout at my favourite asshole again, some other stuff first., Mostly that as much as I loved Snow's and Charming's reaction to finally finding their daughter, I was even more touched by Emma's reaction, which wasn't heart warming or anything, but so very, very human. "But we would have been together" is the line that stood out to me. I like that there's no clean "happy ending" to this story. This whole situation was messed up, even if I agree that Snow and Charming did the best they could in a terrible situation; this shouldn't be resolved without complications.

About the Regina plot...

It's funny 'cause it must always look like that on-set

...I actually laughed when they locked her up. It's such an obvious thing, and yet I never even considered that they might do it. It was great; I just wonder what the exact charges against her are. Not that I'll deny she deserves to be locked up, I'm just really curious.

And when the whole wraith thing (goddamnit, Rumple...) came to a head...

So let me get this straight (shush): Regina can't do magic all episode. Then Emma grabs her arm in a moment of crisis and suddenly it's magic time? O...K. I'm not saying anything.

I generally liked Emma's exasperated "I can't stand you, but I also can't let you die" attitude throughout the whole episode. She's very clearly overwhelmed by everything, and she's concentrating on the crises she can solve right now. None of which are her emotional turmoil, of course. Because that's how Emma is.

And speaking of emotional turmoil...

So that blissful reunion lasted all of ten minutes, didn't it? If you heard a faint howling on the wind tonight, that was probably me going "nooooooo..."

I mean, yes, I see why Rumple didn't want to let Regina "get away" with kidnapping Belle (hell, if that were my girlfriend, I don't think I'd have been as calm as he was), but still. You did promise, pal. And you know what she meant, too, so don't play the "exact wording" card.

And then... then she came back.

Too damn adorable

I have to say, the "that's exactly why I have to stay" line left a weird aftertaste, but there is a charitable interpretation, and I think I'll stick to that. Anyway, it absolutely pales before the whole "chipped cup" exchange. Of course he kept the cup, Belle! He loves you and he thought you were dead. I mean, I thought she was dead for about five minutes in Skin Deep and that was bad enough.

Is this going to be a theme? Leaving and coming back to each other? Because I'm not sure how much of that my poor battered heart can stand. Also, it's a minor thing, but "I took a long walk and changed my mind" is possibly the most normal thing anyone in a relationship on this show has done so far and I loved it.

Gotta say, I was suitably surprised when I realised that the whole Aurora/Philipp/Mulan thing wasn't actually a flashback. I kind of kept thinking "alright, but how is this relevant?" and then the ending smacked me in the face with "THIS is how! Now pay attention!"

Help them, they've been buried under LEGO

I did feel for poor Aurora and Mulan, though. Slightly less for Philipp, and I feel the episode didn't put much work into making him stand out as a character. Though I kind of ship them a teensy bit. All three, I mean. Not a big fan of love triangles, I have to say.

So the enchanted forest is a desert now? And Snow and Emma are stuck there?

::excited bouncing:: Bring. It. On!

Oh, and what was that whole deal with Postcard Guy?

Throws his phone out a window and is unfazed by messenger pigeons? My kind of man.

I assume he's important? Somehow? He definitely gets ominous post from Storybrooke, so I'll assume we'll see him again.

Fun fact: this episode has almost 2 minutes and 50 seconds where not a word is spoken. How do I know that? Because that is the moment where I realised I hadn't switched the language settings and the cognitive dissonance of hearing this show in not-English all but made me dizzy. Let that be a lesson, people: check your audio settings before you start an episode.