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ehbeeseedih · 3 years

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Lost a bet - positions

Prompt:

So you lost a bet and posted that you wanted to try out some sex positions and were looking for volunteers. As soon as you were allowed, you were going to go delete it, but then you looked at the replies. Who said they wanted to do each one with you?

How it works:

Go to “Random.org”.

Click on “Lists & More” and then “Lists Randomised”.

Enter the names of 18+ people/characters.

Use the first 10 to find out who volunteered for each one.

PS: This is my first time posting on tumblr so the sizes of things, font and all those kinda things might be a little wacky, but I’ll try to fix it afterwards.

You can check out my other stories at AFF. Now, enjoy reading 10 bad smuts to fulfill your daily bad smuts quota.

Oh yeah nearly forgot, thanks to @existslikepristin for the tag.

Rosé - Missionary

“Everything I need is on the ground.”

The music ends, the ending pose done, everyone claps. Today is the last day of practice before Rosé’s solo debut tomorrow afternoon.

You went to the showers in the dance studio after debriefing. A cold shower does wonders for relieving body ache after intense practice sessions.

As you prepared to leave the studio, you saw Rosé still practicing by herself, wearing the tight short skirt outfit she’s about to perform in tomorrow.

Rosé bent forward as the music reached the chorus, her safety shorts failed to adequately cover up her butt cheeks as they came into your view. Your pants abruptly got tight at the sight.

You desperately try to divert your attention as Rosé caught you staring at her. Instead of calling you out about it, she began twerking harder, letting her plump butt freely bounce in front of you.

“Like what you’re seeing?”

“Yes…..” You shyly replied

“Well I could use some releasing, haven’t had a cock for a while.”

She lowered her skirt and panties in a single stroke, “How you like that?”

“Huh?”

“I mean how would you like to fuck me?”

“Missionary please, I’d like to see your face.”

She lays down on the floor and spreads her legs wide, “Vanilla huh, I like it. I’m already on the ground, what are you waiting for?”

You’ve finally realised the true meaning of “Everything I need is on the ground”. Let’s just hope that both of you won’t be too tired to perform tomorrow.

Doggy - IU

Having a bubbly and needy girlfriend like Jieun can be both a blessing and a curse.

The blessing, a very fulfilling sex life, anytime and anywhere.

The curse, it’s hard to reject her when she wants them but you don’t. Her aegyos and delicate moans were like cheat codes that made you do whatever she told you to.

In the present, you’re faced with two very major problems you had to deal with. On one hand, you had a report and 2 proposal you needed to turn in by tomorrow

On the other hand, you had a needy girlfriend who’s willing to do anything to get you to fuck her.

Jieun had been doing everything she could to get you off work and pay attention to her. She started with strip tease, lap dance, progressing to slowly jerking you off and giving you a messy blowjob.

You had nearly given up, a few moans escaped your mouth, but in the end you were still working, and Jieun was also still working. She released your cock from her mouth and went to the bed.

Immediately, you heard sounds of wet flesh and Jieun’s soft moans.

“Ahhhh, why are you still working? You could be here balls deep in me. Ahhhhh, it would be better if it’s your giant cock inside me instead of my slim finger.”

That nearly tempted you off. Your cock was growing hard again, your hand slowly stroking it along to the beat of Jieun’s moans.

“Look at me!” She shouted. In hindsight, you shouldn’t have looked. The moment you turn your head, there is no going back.

Jieun was on all fours, her fingers in her pussy slowly pumping off.

“Come fuck your little slut. Look at how wet I am for you.”

Magnetized by her pussy, you gave up work and went over and grabbed her hips.

“You nasty little slut, distracting me from doing actual work. Now let me punish you.”

“Oh yeah, punish your little slut. Fill her with your cum and send her to heaven.”

Suffice to say your bosses were not impressed when you said you had to take care of your pet yesterday and couldn’t finish your work.

Cow girl - Jessica

Why are you in a 5 star hotel again? Oh yeah, you were at a family gathering with your wife Jessica.

But why does she look so mad? Did you piss her off doing something stupid again?

“Do you know why I’m mad right now?”

“No……” A ringing slap on your left cheek.

“Please explain why were you fucking my sister during the family gathering?”

Oh yeah, now you remember. Krystal was seducing you during dinner, which ended up with you getting caught by Jessica while cumming inside Krystal in their family house bathroom.

“Well……. Krystal was seducing me, and you did say it’s ok to touch your sister right?” A ringing slap on your right cheek.

“I said only when I’m not available. I was prepared to give you a surprise but you decided to be a bad boy.”

Jessica took off her bathrobe and revealed the red lacy lingerie underneath it.

Red - the ultimate colour of seduction. Jessica certainly knew how to get you fired up. Luckily for you, you too knew how to get her fired up.

Hug her hips, hand on her butt, face in front of her pussy “I’m sorry mommy, I have been a bad boy, please forgive me.”

“Ahhhh” Jessica moaned and pushed you down onto the bed hard. “You’ve been a really bad boy. Now let me ride you.”

“Yes. Please mommy.”

69 - Miyeon

“Hey Miyeon, look at me! I’m sliding down the slide upside down.”

She ignored you.

Miyeon had been acting all weird today. Like she was pretty weird normally but today even more so.

She told you she wanted to do something fun today, and then she brought you out to a playground in the middle of nowhere.

Was she going through nostalgia and wanted to relive her childhood? That doesn’t seem like it. She had been looking around scanning the area ever since you got here. What was she looking for, there’s nothing and no one in the vicinity.

“Hey baby, what are you doing?”

She approaches you with a smirk and grabs your crotch, gently rubbing it.

“Baby, I told you I want to do something fun right. Let’s fuck right here. Nobody is watching.”

“What…….” Before you could speak, Miyeon had unzipped your pants and started sucking your already hard cock.

“Can you at least let me sit upright first?”

“No, 69 is part of the fun. Now shut up and eat my pussy.”

“You’re one kinky girl Miyeon.”

Downward dog - Shuhua

You loved your job as a yoga instructor, and having your classes famous among idols is a huge reason for it.

It started out with Yerin and your extra sessions. Apparently she liked it so much that she introduced Joy to join your extra sessions too.

Since then, idols had been coming so frequently that you’ve had to space out the appointments as your body couldn’t keep up with the number of sessions.

Last week it was Yves and Chuu and this week it will be Shuhua.

“Hi Shuhua, how are you feeling today?”

“Great, just a bit stiff. I’ll need some help with stretching later, maybe your pole can be handy.”

“Alright, do you want to start off slow or go straight to the extra sessions.”

“Be fast please, I’m impatient.”

“Alright then, let’s start off with the downward dog pose. Put your hand on the floor and raise your hips up.”

“Good, looks like you have been following my advice and putting in extra work. Your thighs look very meaty.”

“I’ve been doing a lot of leg work recently.”

“I’ll message your butt and help you relax your muscles.”

“It feels great, please don’t stop.”

“What is this Shuhua, why is there a wet spot in between your thighs?”

“Ahhh, don’t tease me please.”

“Oh no, no panties. You’re a naughty student. Let me punish you.”

“Yes please, use your cock to help me stretch out my thigh pussy.”

Side saddle - Yuju

Some come to the beach for the relieving feeling, some for the tan, some for the sea breeze. But you’re here for the bikinis and tiddies.

Sitting under your beach umbrella, you can usually see a whole beach of beauties enjoying themselves. But not today.

The beach is desolate today, not much to see. Just the occasional family with nothing impressive, not the usual group of eye candies.

The weather is beginning to turn and you prepare to abort. Just as you’re about to leave, you spot a lady sporting a red bikini slowly approaching from afar, heading towards your direction.

As she nears, you observe her fit body, her abs and her beautiful appearance.

“Hey, why are you here at the beach?”

“I came here for a walk. But it seems like the weather today is not cooperative.”

“That’s unfortunate, maybe we can do something together to create some memories and remedy that.”

She scans your body. Instinctively, you flex up your abs.

“Alright, but we do it my way.”

She sits on top of your crotch which starts pumping up with blood. You scan around for one more time to ensure no one is watching.

While you scout, Yuju is busy relieving your cock from your pants and inserting it through her bikini bottom.

She begins bouncing on you slowly. The cold winds contrasted with the interior warmth of her pussy, heightening the experience.

Some come to the beach for the relieving feeling, some for the bikini and tiddies. But you’re here for the fuck.

Throat Swab - Jiho

A rich heiress by the name of Jiho has recently come under your radar. Her mansion was outside of the town and she lives really lowkey.

Made a rough survey of her mansion, it seems relatively lightly guarded given her wealth. No one except her servants went in and out of the mansion, not even Jiho herself had left the mansion throughout the few days.

Clock struck 12, sneaked into the mansion from the back door without anyone noticing

Circling around the mansion, surprised by how empty it is inside given the luxurious exterior. The heiress living inside must be pretty lonely.

Made your way to the master bedroom. Jiho sleeping elegantly in her princess themed bed.

Tied her up on her bed with ropes

Ransacked her mansion, took away many valuables. Heard a loud scream from the master bedroom

With lightning speed, headed to the source of the sound. Found Jiho struggling with her hands tied up

“What are you doing, let me go.”

“Shut up you nasty bi*** “ Placed your palm on her face to quiet her.

Instead of resisting, Jiho surprisingly licked your palm in a circular motion, her eyes telling you of her desire

Stuck your fingers into her mouth and she dutifully sucked it with vigour.

“You’re a needy little slut I see. You’re being kidnapped and yet you’re sucking my fingers”

“It has been a long time since I've seen a man. It’s natural to be needy.”

Released her, knowing she won’t run away. Brought her to the edge of the bed with her head hanging from the bed.

“I still need to keep you quiet, maybe I should stuff your mouth with my cock”

“Please fuck my mouth, please.”

Pearly Gates - Arin

You’ve always thought Arin was the good girl type. The type that would be shy about sex.

However, after a date started off with her sucking you off in the car, feet playing with your cock under the restaurant table, ass grinding on your crotch in an elevator and her hand guiding yours while touching her pussy in the cinema, you threw away all your dumb assumptions.

After a libidinous date, you came home utterly exhausted and immediately fell into your bed.

As you slowly dozed off to dreamland, Arin crashes on top of you, waking you up.

Instinctively you moved your hand to embrace her whilst both of you gradually drifted into slumber.

Your legs suddenly felt numb and a need to move them. Finding your legs trapped under Arin’s legs, the only way to move them was to spread out her legs.

Your legs slowly spreaded Arin’s legs out and you heard a barely audible moan from her.

Arin turned around with a soft smile and raspy voice “You still got juice to try out a new position?” and began grinding her posterior on you to get you in the mood again.

You quickly moved to remove the bottoms for the both of you “What’s this new position you’re talking about?”

“It’s called pearly gates, I learned it from reading a smut challenge.”

She impaled herself on your cock from above as you felt her being more tight in this position

The sex was great, and lucky for you Arin did not eat much for dinner.

Stand and Carry - Minju

“Ha, you suck at Mario Kart.”

“Yeah, yeah, you won. What do you want?”

“Carry me to the ice cream shop.”

“Can’t you walk yourself? You’re heavy, you know.” Despite bickering, you willingly bent down and told Minju to get on your back.

However, she refused and insisted on being carried on the front.

Minju wrapped her legs around your waist and you felt her moist core pushed up against your crotch.

“No panties?”

“Shut up, just go.”

You’re sure she already felt it but your cock was rock hard and bulging out after knowing your girlfriend’s kinky behavior.

As you carried her towards the store, every little movement and vibration of a step caused your clothed bulge to rub against Minju’s bare pussy.

Minju tried her best to hold back her moans but occasionally some slipped out which attracted the attention of people nearby.

Not only do you have to deal with the weird glances from the passersby, but also your internal desire to fuck Minju then and there.

At the last 100 meters, Minju’s soft moans suddenly became a deep groan, her whole body gripped on yours as she orgasms. A gush of fluid wettens your pants on the crotch area.

Just as Minju recovered from her bliss, you spotted an empty alley and headed there.

Making quick work of your pants with Minju still hanging on you, you swiftly inserted your cock into her drenched pussy.

Guess she won’t have a clean skirt to go home with.

Spooning - Taeyeon

*This one is a little long

After watching Aladdin at the cinema, you headed home alone.

Windy, starry night, with roads empty due to the cold weather. You enjoyed this lonely feeling, it was what you’re used to after all. It brought peace to your mind, away from the loneliness in your shack, away from the judging eyes of society.

All was good until a shady looking fella approached from the opposite direction. He was carrying a big gunny bag behind him, panting. It must’ve been heavy.

At first glance, you would’ve assumed him to be a murderer, carrying a fresh corpse behind him.

He approaches you and tells you hastily “Do you want a body pillow? It has a really beautiful lady on it.”

Totally weirded out. “No thanks, I have no use for it.”

“Just take it, bye.” He dumped the bag onto you, the weight of the bag bringing you down to the ground. He’s nowhere to be seen after you stood back up, disappeared into the wind.

Not wanting to be fined for random disposal of garbage, you carried the gunny bag home. The road home was an ascend, filled with potholes and untamed bushes, fitting for the blighted part of town you live in. Those combined with your fat figure made you pant the whole way home.

You carried the gunny bag home and opened the thing inside. Well at least he wasn’t lying when he said it had a beautiful lady on it at least.

Beauty is relative, but the woman on the pillow was undoubtedly a good view for the eye, especially when compared to your face which only your mum could love.

The day was a long one for you. You were prepared to go to bed by then. Instead of throwing it away, you just hugged the body pillow and went to sleep.

Sleeping naked, you wanted to rub the magic lamp before sleeping, but ultimately decided against it. Whilst falling asleep, you subconsciously rubbed the body pillow a few times, its material comfy enough to not become trash.

Suddenly a weird smoke came out from the body pillow followed by a bright glow of light.

You were temporarily blinded but when you regained vision you saw a fine lady in front of you.

“Hi, my name is Taeyeon. I’m genie for you boy. Tell me your wish”

“Damn, I must’ve been way too absorbed in the movie to be dreaming like this.” You thought.

“You’re not dreaming sir, I will fulfill 3 wishes of yours”

Remembering how your life had been a family friendly film without any adult action scenes, more Spongebob than Fifty Shades of Grey, you’re not going to miss the dance to rectify that.

“Well you do look quite hot, it won’t hurt to have a wet dream. I wish to fuck you while hugging you.”

“Your wish is granted, Sir”

Taeyeon slowly removed her clothes, her perky breasts bouncing out of her bra, her removal of panties unveiled her cleanly shaven pussy, all illuminated by moonlight shining on her fair skin.

She snuck into your embrace, which wasn’t the most comfortable position due to your bloated size, but it still worked. Grabbing your adorably sized cock, she impaled herself onto your cock and started moving.

Your sexual awakening felt incredible, Taeyeon’s pussy was tightly squeezing your cock. You couldn’t go very deep, and you felt sad about it.

“I wish for you to praise me.”

“Your wish is granted, Sir”

Taeyeon’s moans went from soft squeaks to loud groans, her movement increasing in pace.

“Yes Sir, you fill me up so good.” Even though you knew she was just fulfilling your wish, you couldn’t help but feel proud of yourself for the first time in your life.

With the encouragement boost, you began to thrust your dormant hips into her, in unison with her thrusting down.

“Sir, why are you growing bigger. Ahhh”

You’re growing bigger, that’s good to know. Your banging grows in strength to the point of moving the bed with you.

Your neighbours would look down on you even more but you didn’t care. For the first time in forever, you’re doing something you like and you won’t let others disturb you.

“Hghhhh, I’m cumming Sir.”

“Me too. AHhhh, let’s cum together.”

Together, something you weren’t particularly familiar with. The orgasm was great, the sex was great, but even better was doing it with someone who enjoyed and appreciated you.

“One more round?”

“Sorry but I’m too tired sir, you fucked me too good.”

“Thanks for saying that but you don’t need to flatter me.”

“No I mean it sir, you’re the best one I’ve had.”

Warmth filled your insides, not only did your first sex didn’t go down the drain, she even praised you for being good. Your vision was becoming blurry, but you’re sure it was sweat flowing from your forehead.

“Alright then, good night Taeyeon.”

“Good night Sir”

As you awaken the next morning, Taeyeon’s morning visuals stunned you. You haven’t had the chance to properly see how she looked but now that you did, she was gorgeous.

At the same time, Taeyeon also woke up from her sleep.

“Last night was incredible Sir. You were so good.” Her compliment made you replay the scene from yesterday. It had been a long time since anyone had said you’re good at anything.

“That reminds me, you have one more wish Sir, please make the most out of it.”

“What will happen to you once I make my last wish? Will you just disappear? Will last night just be another sweet memory that I’ll forever replay in my mind?” Tears were beginning to form as you’re about to go back to the lonely dark self after experiencing how good things could’ve been.

“Unfortunately. Yes Sir.”

An idea suddenly struck you, “What if I wish for you to stay with me forever?”

“Your wish will always be fulfilled Sir.”

“I wish for you to stay with me forever.”

“Your wish is granted, Sir”

With that, another burst of light blinded you and you’re left alone in your room again, back to square one. Why did you think that you could escape this lonely life destined for you?

One day as you’re going back home from another movie, you saw someone carrying a gunny bag.

The scene felt awfully familiar. You approached the person and realised it was a girl this time around.

“Hi, my name is Taeyeon. I’m from the Girls Generation Genie Team. We work to grant the wishes of all lonely kids in the area. Could you help me with this bag of supplies?”

“Yes! Yes!”

Maybe being a lonely kid wasn’t so bad afterall.

A/N: Thanks for reading. Hope you’ve enjoyed it. Feel free to tell me anything wrong or where I still need to improve.

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teabunnypaws · 3 years

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Welp.

I did it.

What makes it WORSE? The fact that while writing one Hawks x Reader fic, I got distracted and wrote a WHOLE ASS DIFFERENT FIC. I don’t really have a beta reader, so I edited it as best I could and just..be gentle with me yall. This is my first fic in 10 years oof. This is my first time writing in this POV so have mercy haha, I know it gets kinda messy toward the end but hopefully it’s not awful.

Unconditional Love (Hawks x Reader)

Summary: You (bunny themed pro-hero) and Hawks have found balance and understanding in your busy lives. Sometimes the greatest show of love is saying nothing and doing everything.

Word#: 4088

Tags: fluff, cuddling with no pants, fluff and MORE FLUFF, pet names (honeybun, baby bun, toasty bun), mentions of getting a tan, Hero Reader with Bunny Quirk, (If more tags are needed, just lemme know this is my first time posting like this so oof)

Txt: Baby?

Txt: Loooovebiiiird~

Txt: I miss you 💕

You smiled as you sent the text message, comfortable in bed, your teeth biting softly at the corner of your lip. Your long ears gave a small flick as you basked in the cool of the bedroom. It was lit only with dim fairy lights, the sound of the standing fan nearby rumbling through the air, soothing you further as you cuddled up in your sleep shirt. It had been a long day, and you had just gotten back from a grueling two week deployment. Your shoulders hurt, your calves were killing you...which was saying something considering your quirk.

Unlike Rumi, you were built for speed rather than punishing power...but there were days where even you were pushed to your limits and this had been one of them. After a quick small meal and a hot shower, you could finally unwind for the weekend, a gentle smile on your face as you glanced over to Keigo's pillow next to you.

You had come home with your heavy duffel on your shoulder to be met by a bright eyed and apologetic Keigo in the doorway. He helped it off your shoulder and peppered you in kisses as he gathered you to him, fully decked out in his hero gear, visor pushed up into his hair.

You basked in the warmth of his body around you, the softness of his wings as they brushed against the part of your back exposed by your costume. The sensation of their silkiness against your skin made you shiver a bit, your tail giving a small wiggle of delight. His hands were also so warm, soft in pliant leather that rested on your hips, fingertips brushing softly inward as though he wanted to pet your tail. It was one of your favorite things about him, how he always savored you like that.

"Sorry honeybun, I gotta fly. Duty calls y'know? He had murmured against your lips, his eyes worried and gentle as he regarded you. But instead of what he had seen before with others who had been in his arms, the hurt and sadness, your eyes met his with a gaze that held one thing that never failed to take his breath away: understanding. Your hands slid up to cup his cheeks, pulling him down for a kiss, your lips met softly, sweetly.

His eyes fluttered closed and his shoulders relaxed, arms and wings tightening about you just a moment as he soaked you in. A soft sigh pulled from you both as you parted, a small smirk curling your lips as you reached up and carefully pulled his visor down settling it in place.

"Stay safe out there hotshot."

The smile that lit up his face rivaled the sun and his wings ruffled in his joy. "You got it baby bun." He gave you a playful wink and that trademark beautiful smile "I'll be back soon~" and out he had gone, leaving you to unpack and settle in.

You weren't expecting a reply right away, As Keigo or rather..Hawks, tended to be busy with his patrol. Not that you minded. Both of you were pro heroes and even though you were nowhere near as busy as he was, there were times where you both had to bid each other goodbye for the sake of duty.

Sometimes weeks at a time.

You didn't bother to tell him where you were when you had to leave. He *knew* where you were thanks to the feather you wore around your neck pressing to your skin. Not only did it let him know where you were but, it gave Hawks the feeling of your resting heartbeat, the hum of happiness in your chest as he began to reply.

It was a bond unlike most had ever seen. The two of you tied at the hip, but at the same time, never impeding the work the other did...even if it meant being apart for long stints.

Apart, but never alone~

Your eyes sparkled when you saw his reply:

Lovebird: I miss you too baby bun~

Txt: Come cuddle me?

There was a pause then...a rather long one. One long enough for you to pull up your emails and flip through before his message popped up on the top of your screen.

Lovebird: I'll be there as soon as I'm done ok? Keep the bed warm for me~

Txt: Fiiiiiine~

And you of course attached a picture of yourself pouting in the low light of the room. Your hair strewn softly about your pillows, ears lowered and bottom lip poked out. To put the cherry on top you were wearing your favorite sleep shirt: an oversized Hawks merchandise shirt the same color as his wings of course; the feather keepsake he gave you resting on its chain and settled about your heart.

There was no text message as a reply, the feather giving all the answer you needed. It shifted and moved to brush against the curve of your cheek and you smiled, gathering it to your lips and murmuring softly against the vane. "Love you…" Your eyes closed, the gentle fluffiness brushing against your lips, and you could almost feel his thumb against them.

It would be a good five hours before you heard the slight rustle of the balcony window and the familiar sound of your boyfriend clambering through. You shifted, rolling over and regarding him in the low light of the room as he stood, looking over to you with gentle loving eyes.

"Hey (y/n), I'm home honeybun…" His voice was still cheerful, relieved to be home but low with his exhaustion. He didn't look too worse for wear, no huge chunks of missing feathers or anything like that, but that tiredness hung heavy on his frame like a wet coat.

"Welcome home…" you replied, shifting on your side to watch him with a small sleepy blink. Hawks sighed, giving a small smile before pulling his visor off and placing it on the bedside table, his work phone was tugged from his pocket, plugged in and plopped next to it haphazardly.

His boots and socks were the next to go, the crimson winged hero too tired to put any sort of effort into stripping out of his work clothes in any sort of sexy manner, but to you?

He was gorgeous.

The slight flex of his shoulders as he hovered his feathers out of the way to wriggle his coat off was downright sinful, your eyes watching as he dropped it on the floor. The next off was his shirt, tugged off over his head, yet another tired sigh coming as he let it join his coat. One hand coming to smooth his hair back as sharp teeth found the end of one gloved fingertip biting and pulling the leather to remove it and let it drop, soon to be joined by its mate on the ever growing pile. The buckle of his pants came undone and you would have offered to help him with that if he didn't look so drained. Plus...you were still tired and sore yourself.

And just like that...Hawks was gone. Shed and discarded on the floor and put aside for the time being.

Left in his boxers, Keigo flopped face down onto the bed with a fluff of red as his feathers settled back into place. He pushed an exhausted groan into his pillow, not noticing that his dramatic belly flop had made you bounce slightly.

"Hey, we just got this mattress..don't go breaking it just yet." You teased.

"Baby bun..if I wasn't so exhausted I'd show you how I'd really break this mattress and you know it." Came the smothered reply and he laughed softly, gently rolling over to face you with his arms out. "C'mere…" his eyes were honeyed amber, warm and so inviting, even in the low light of the room.

It took less than a second for you to slot yourself firmly between those strong arms, nosing under his jawline while Keigo buried his face in your hair and took a deep breath. One wing draped over you, dropping you both into relative darkness and you hummed in contentment. His exhaling sigh came with slacked shoulders, his hand rubbing quick circles in the small of your back, just above your tail.

You pressed a smile to his neck and murmured softly "Slower please?" Your hand slid up his back in a lazy methodical way as a demonstration. "Like that?" You asked, loving the way his muscles felt below your touch. It was like a musician destringing an overtaut violin bow, another sigh heaved from his frame and he hummed lowly as he seemed to revel in being asked to relax his quickened pace.

"Sure thing babe….whatever you want.." he murmured, his hand shifting to a slow easy pace. Keigo smiled as he trailed his fingertips up and down your back, admiring the lines of your frame, and the softness of your skin under his merchandise. "Y'know...I love seeing you in that...wearin’ my colors...my name on you.." He said softly. "Looks even better on you than before…."

"Oh yeah? Why's that hm?" You asked, nosing gently under his jawline. Your nose twitched as an unfamiliar cologne hit it...a smell that you weren't used to being on him, but nonetheless it was sublime. Woodsy and warm, slightly sweet and undeniably Keigo.

"Probably because you're so tan now...heh, I knew you said you were running around outside a lot and you weren't kidding." He leaned back and grinned at you. "My little toasty bun, I'm gonna eat you all up~" Keigo growled playfully, biting gently along your shoulder in a few places with a soft noise in the back of his throat.

"Ah! Keigo~" you squealed and squirmed, laughing against his neck. "Yeah I'm a toasty bun, and you smell nice. New cologne?" You asked, nuzzling eagerly back into the crook of his neck. Hm..no not there..

A slight tip of your face where you could feel the soft brush of his facial hair against the bridge of your nose, the smell much stronger there. You hummed your delight, rubbing back and forth, the slight scratch of his hair soothing you, allowing your ears to tip back.

"Nah, new face wash. Rumi got it for me..I wasn't sure if I liked it, but if it gets *this* reaction, I think I might just have a winner on my hands." He said with a playful waggle of his brows, earning a laugh from you against his neck.

"Yeah I'd say so." You hummed, leaning up to press a kiss to his lips, settling your foreheads together. You simply paused there...soaking it all in, his presence, the softness of his breath against your lips, the feel of those cool slightly calloused hands brushing against your skin and hiking the back of your shirt as they went.

"Lovebird?"

"Hm?" Keigo replied, peeling open one eye to regard you with a small smile. "What's up (y/n)?"

"I love you." You said softly, giving a small peck of your lips to his, earning yourself a grin. As he began to open his mouth to reply, your own grin flicked over your face as you began your assault.

"I love you. I love you. I love you. I love you.." Again and again, you murmured the phrase, each time punctuating it with a small quick kiss on a different part of his face. You could feel his shoulders shake with laughter, his head tipping to try and return the assault, but at the moment, you had him on the ropes.

All he could do was accept your love and laugh as again and again, it was peppered into his skin with gentle affection and insistent whispers. "I love you. I love you. I love youuuu~" You cooed, the last one given with a veritable rain of kisses leaning up over him, pausing to linger the last one at his lips, allowing you to look into his eyes.

So beautiful they were...like melted honey as they met your own. His breaths came in soft little puffs, quickly warming hands settled against you and he chuckled. "Well that was quite a statement. Allow me to retort~" A wicked grin crossed his face and he used a bit of leverage to roll you halfway under him, not being able to hold back a laugh as your squeal of delight filled the air.

His kisses had no words, but none were needed as he peppered them all over your face and neck, your hands clutching about his neck and shoulders as giggles pulled from you nonstop.

Oh that sound.

That beautiful...beautiful sound. All for him. One of the few reasons why this hero gig was worth it; to come home and settle next to you. What made it even better was that he could feel it. Every rippling vibration seeping into him through the feather you wore and he pushed up on his hands, looking down at you.

All the genuine joy, all the happiness, it was for him, caused by him. Keigo...not Hawks...this precious adoration reserved for who he was...and not who he allowed others to see him as.

It nearly brought him to tears.

You took a moment to breathe, your giggles dying down, tiny tears pricking the corners of your eyes as you looked up at him with sheer adoration in your gaze. Your hair was messy and spread over the pillow below you, your hands slipping off him to rest gently against the mattress.

Your shirt had shifted during the assault, slipping slightly down one shoulder, bearing the soft plane of skin to him and the sight of you made his heart ache in the best way. A sweet twisting fullness that left him nearly breathless as he watched you, his wings relaxing softly along with his shoulders.

Confused at his unusual silence, you looked up at him, giving a small quirk of a shy smile, feeling your cheeks warm. “What?” You asked, your voice soft and flustered. “Keigooo….What?” You insisted when your initial question got no reply, but instead a warm, loving smile.

"You're beautiful babybun...y'know that?" Keigo murmured, the feather around your neck lifting to trail its tip against your lips. "And it's a goddamn shame I'm so fucking exhausted." He laughed breathlessly, his eyes low and hungry in the dim light. A playful smile curled your lips at that and you pressed a kiss to the tip of his feather.

"That makes it a double shame then because trust me hot shot, you’re not the only one who’s dead on their feet. Soooo to me, that means we just have to get some sleep and who knows~" You grinned up at him then, a hand coming to brush against the afterfeather and up to where it attached to your necklace. You relished in the full body shiver he gave, his eyes fluttering closed, his teeth sinking slightly into the corner of his mouth.

"We might just be in shape to handle some…."

"Morning exercise?" Keigo offered, smoldering topazine eyes locked onto yours, his voice low and sultry. His wings were lifted high, flared slightly to subtly show off his plumage as his instincts demanded.

"Mhmmm~" you purred in return, letting your hand slip from the feather to gather him to you, giving a giggle at the small noise he made at being pulled out of his display and rolled back onto his side. His wings gave a quick flap, adjusting to keep himself from laying on them, and he give a low chuckle.

“Well in that case, let’s get some sleep..You know me (y/n), I love to help you stretch those beautiful legs of yours~” Keigo teased, his hands sliding down the soft curve of your exposed thigh to your knee and back up.

You hummed softly in your delight as you shifted, rolling over onto your side to stretch your arms out comfortably. It always confused you honestly, how romantic shows and movies would have people cuddling to sleep facing one another. The first time you’d tried that with Keigo, your arm had gone horribly numb and you couldn’t sleep worth a damn.

This though? Your back snug against his strong chest with his arm draped over you at juuust the right spot, one found through MUCH trial and error and many complaints about his forearm digging into your ribs. This was perfect...and you sighed comfortably, your ears lowering as you heard Keigo shift, slipping his arm through the slot in the special pillow you’d asked support to make for you. This way his arm didn’t go numb and you got to have a nice pillow to sleep on.

Despite being heroes, you both were still human and there were limits to what you could tolerate. Comfort was a necessity when it came to your lives, and needless to say, you two had cuddling down to an -art-.

“And can I also say that I’m not a religious man by any stretch of the word, but I thank whatever deity is listening that you hate wearing sleep pants?” Keigo continued, a little huffing laugh coming from you as you wiggled your tail against his stomach earning a laugh from him as he scooted back just a bit to avoid the attack.

“H-hey! I’m just being honest!” He whined, and you smirked over your shoulder at him as you grabbed the small remote on the bed and tapped it, turning the lights off and dropping the both of you into darkness.

“I know you are Keigo~ That’s one of the things I love about you..” You murmured softly, feeling him tense just a little before he smiled and hummed his agreement into your hair.

“Yeah? What else do you love about me?” he asked, his voice soft next to your ear.

“Hmmm well one of them is poking me in the butt.” You snickered, earning an embarrassed huff from him.

“Well that guy has a mind of his own, I’m not apologizing. He knows quality when he sees it.” Keigo snarked, smiling into your hair.

“Oh does he?” You smirked as you closed your eyes. “I love your heart...your laugh. How you absolutely suck at making pancakes.” The offended scoff that followed only made your smirk curl to a smile.

“I love how you complete me…I’d go on, but we did say we needed some sleep and if I don’t stop there we’ll be here until the sun comes up.” You sighed softly and you didn’t miss the slight tightening of his arm and wing around you.

“Aw honeybun, you’re gonna make me all sappy…” He pressed a kiss to the side of your neck, his eyes closing as he lingered there. “We complete each other y’know? You’re my missing piece...what made all this shit mean something again..” A deep breath and a sigh against your skin and he shifted, getting a bit more comfortable. “Sleep tight (y/n), I love you…”

“G’night Keigo..I love you too..”

Taking a deep breath, you sighed it out, Keigo’s warmth and his soft breathing against your ear combined with the steady hum of the fan and the quiet murmur of the city outside your window was your lullaby, pulling you comfortably into a deep sleep. The smile on your face never slipped away as you rested there...after all...you had some morning exercise to look forward to with your best partner~

Love...trust...

It was what held your relationship together through all of the nonsense that was going on in your lives. You knew of course about the league of villains, about what he had to do. Those big ears of yours weren’t just for show...and you still remember the fear on his face when you had told him about what you had known.

You had been on your patrol, (h/n) and Hawks, him in the air, you along the ground, but the two of you had settled on the roof of an abandoned warehouse for a break as the sun began to dip past the buildings. Moving to sit on the edge of the roof, you sighed and laid back on it, letting the wind ruffle your hair and the fur of your ears before you broke the silence.

“Hey Hawks?” “What’s up (h/n)?” “I’ve got a hypothetical for you.”

“Ooohoho? I do love a good hypothetical~ hit me.”

“So! Hypothetically, if someone finds out that someone they love is going deep undercover and having to do something that is diametrically opposed to what they stand for in order to protect the greater good. What do you think that someone would do?”

Your eyes had met and Hawks had an absolutely unreadable expression on his face, the fear in those topazine eyes and how he had frozen to the spot was something you had never seen before. Just like that, the roles had been reversed. The predator had become prey. He had been trembling and you of course had noticed, but your face had stayed calm.

“Well, seems like cat’s got your tongue Feathers, so….I’ll give my answer first and you can say yours.” You hummed, shifting to sit up and letting your legs dangle over the edge of the roof and you kicked them slightly, your ears perked as you admired the sunset which was quickly drenching the city in twilight.

“I think, that person...if they truly understood their loved one, would know what they have to do is important...and just because they might have to do something bad, doesn’t mean they like it..or that it changes who they are at their heart.” You mused, your fingers coming up to trail your fingers against the feather around your neck.

“And of course, they would understand that their loved one COULDN’T say anything because...well that kinda defeats the whole purpose of being undercover right?” You looked over your shoulder at him giving a sweet smile and a tilt of your head as you picked up the feather and held it gently to your pulse point.

“So of course, that person would never say anything...because that would only hurt their loved one and they would just do their best to be there for them and support them when they come back home. What do you think Hawks?”

Hawks continued to stare and then swallowed the dry lump in his throat as he tried to process just what the fuck you just said. You...you knew...how the FUCK did you find out?! His mind was rushing, trying to think of something to say, something to DO...what could he do?! Did Endeavor know that you knew?!

What took him off guard the most though, was the calmness that you looked at him with. Those (e/c) eyes of yours weren’t angry...weren’t betrayed.

Understanding and love...

That was all they held.

The feather at your throat, right over where the blood rushed, held such a poignant meaning to him that it nearly brought him to his knees. You knew how dangerous his feathers could be, how if he had to, he could end your life with a thought...and also...your heartbeat. It was calm. No indication of fear, of lying...which meant that you really weren’t going to say anything.

His tight posture slowly dropped and he gave a breathless laugh, his wings giving a slight shake as he adjusted them, his hands slipping into his pockets as he walked to stand next to you on the edge.

“That’s ah...one hell of a hypothetical there honeybun, but yeah...I think you answered it in a shot.” He chuckled, giving a slight scratch at his chin scruff, looking down at you and his shoulders lowering slightly.

“Yeah? Guess I’m getting better at them!” You giggled, lifting the feather to kiss the center of it before letting it dangle down as you stood and began to stretch yourself out. “I think that’s enough of a break hm? Wanna get back to patrolling?”

“Heh, sure thing~” His voice was the same happy go lucky chirp as always, but those eyes, you could see the relief in them as plainly as his wings. He now had a silent supporter, one who would be there no matter how much blood ended up on his hands and that was something he had never thought he would ever have:

Unconditional love.

#hawks x reader #keigo takami x reader #hawks x you #keigo x you #bhna #mha x reader #bnha x reader #Tea Drabbles #hawks fluff #hawks x reader fluff #I highkey wanna see about working with a hawks VA to record this #just for SHEER SELF INDULGENCE

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anothertimdrakestan · 4 years

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Totally F*ckabke

Tim Drake x Reader

(SFW don't worry haha)

Words: 1.8k

Requested? Yes! From a lovely anon!

“Hi! Can I request 20 with civilian fem reader and Tim?” (20. well fuck me. "gladly")

LINK TO PROMPTS -> REQUESTS ARE STILL OPEN!

Ok so I don’t know who you want to say what and I believe with every ounce of my being that it could 1000% go either way and it’s totally cute so I decided why not write both! Thank you for the inspo!

Reader -> Tim

Public speaking was never your strong suit. You’d like to meet a person who doesn’t get sweaty, jittery, and just a complete nervous wreck during presentations. It didn’t help that this was one of those shitty presentations where the class got graded on paying attention so all eyes really were on you and you were the last presentation of the day. With note cards shaking in your sweaty hands you slowly walked to the front of the room, looking at your classmates who looked bored out of their mind.

Making your way to the front of the room you stopped when your teacher screeched “Timothy! No sleeping in class! What is this? The fourth time I’ve caught you this week?” Glancing up you watched as the school genius rolled his eyes, lazily sauntering to the front of the class slumping into a front row seat. With a yawn Tim propped his head up on his arm mumbling something about the irrelevance of this class for someone of his intellect. While you couldn’t help but agree, you needed to ace this presentation to secure your grade for the semester.

Finally done with the situation, the class’s attention turned to you. Taking a deep breath you began, hoping you wouldn’t run out of time before the bell; trying not to look at the notecards was easy for the first few slides, but nearing the end you needed to be reminded of a key fact to your presentation. Looking down at your notecards you realize you’d smudged almost all the words with your shaking, sweaty hands. So frustrated with yourself you just let slip “Well fuck me” with a groan. While this may have shocked any normal class it was what Tim said next that shook the world.

“Gladly” With that your high school classroom descended into chaos. Your teacher continuously switched between yelling at you for cursing and Tim for even worse while some people in the class whooped and patted Tim on the back and certain girls glared at you for drawing Tim’s attention. Standing in front of the class, a blushing mess, you wanted to melt into the floor and die in one of the cracks in the floor.

Suddenly the bell rang, the majority of the students in your class stood up as you froze, realizing you probably just flunked this class. Deciding you needed to stay back and beg for the teacher’s forgiveness you pressed yourself to the wall and watched students filter out, some winking at you, some glaring, and some making wildly inappropriate gestures.

After begging for another chance and explaining your outburst your teacher let you off, clearly more upset with Tim, who had already left the classroom. As a student who normally worked really hard she let you go, but you had to make a whole new presentation as punishment. More work, but not a flunk so it was a win. Thanking her profusely you practically skipped out of the class, all had not been lost!

Abruptly turning towards the exit you missed a certain classmate waiting outside the classroom for you. “Y/n- wait up!” recognizing the voice you rolled your eyes and kept walking, but you couldn’t help a little smirk at the idea of Tim - Mr. Future Wayne Enterprises CEO waiting for you. As you opened one of the double exit doors he sprung out the other jumping in front of you, looking a little regretful and surprisingly nervous. Stopping in your tracks you crossed your arms and waited for him to talk.

“So, um, I just wanted to say sorry cuz I, um, I just kinda blurted it out and I’m really sleep deprived - like all the time, I practically live off coffee you don’t even know - that’s not the point, basically totally my bad, but like: can you blame me you’re really pretty and very nice plus I think you’re smart even though you don’t show it off but what I mean is, uh, please accept my apology. Plus I heard you get to do the presentation again so that’s good!” Finally he paused to breathe, you took a moment letting it all sink in and somehow finding his exasperation cute. Tim looked up at you with expectant eyes. With a sigh you decided it was fine. Smiling up at him you nodded. “It’s okay, plus pretty boy you’re not so un-fuckable yourself” watching his face flush was payback enough.

“Well if you think so, maybe I can... make it up to you? I can help you with the second presentation?” you agreed, liking the idea of getting to know the sleep deprived, fast-talking, genius coffee monster. “It’s a date!” you smiled, exchanging numbers before you walked off, unable to wipe a grin off your face. What you didn’t notice was Tim behind you grinning punching a fist in the air mouthing “YES” as you walked away.

Tim -> Reader

With a yawn you cursed yourself for covering the late shift for y/b/f at Big Belly Burger, especially after a long day of school. No one ever came in but the store was open 24/7 so for the night it was just a chef who was surfing the internet with earbuds in and you, trying not to sleep on the cash register. When the clock hit 3am you decided it was time for your shift drink, black coffee.

While you were in the back grabbing a coffee mug you could’ve sworn you heard the entrance bell jingle, but it was probably just your imagination. Stretching your arms you made your way back towards the coffee pot and saw four boys sitting at the bar. Every single one looked different, the tallest looked bored, like he didn’t want to be there while the second tallest looked expectant, constantly messing with the shortest, ruffling his hair, pinching his cheeks, and just constantly mothering the young boy who looked about ready to fight anyone who messed with him again. In the back of the group was a lean looking boy, he yawned and looked intently at the coffee pot you had begun brewing, he pushed his slightly messy hair back and you couldn’t help but trail your eyes down to the skin showing when he raised his hand...

“Hey princess a little help over here?” the tallest boy raised an eyebrow at you, snapping you out of your moment as you rushed up to the counter with a smile. “Yeah, sorry, long night. No one usually comes in this late but what can I get for ya?” putting on your best smile you couldn’t help but steal glances at the yawning boy, while the other two older looking guys were good looking, he was the only one who radiated kindness and a lack of the overconfidence the other three carried themselves with, he reminded you of yourself.

Taking their order you had to shake the chef awake, but he began preparing the food. Walking out you noticed the boys had stayed at the bar, clearly waiting to order drinks from you. “Alright what do we want? Milkshake, coffee, soda pop, or water?” the tallest answered first, “Chocolate milkshake!” while the kid looked up at the once motherly figure as he replied, “I’ll do a vanilla and Damian, uh the kid, will take a water. What about you Tim?” mentally logging the two youngest’s names you and Tim made eye contact for the first time, looking directly at you he lost all form of language. Trying to cover for him you asked, “saw you looking at the coffee pot earlier, can I get you some?” he nodded, looking down as one of the boys started laughing. “Jay stop please” came from Tim.

Trying to break some tension you said “So little fella here is Damian, tall and brooding is Jay, english major is Tim, and the one who paid is Dick” you waited for confirmation. Slightly impressed the boys nodded, adding that they were brothers. Chatting while you prepared and blended their shakes you realized they were the Wayne brothers, but you didn’t want to embarrass them. You were so tired, your brain holding no self control, wanting to learn more about the boys, especially Tim. Learning that Dick demanded they bond every other week and this was tonight’s chosen activity you understood the different boy’s emotions.

While handing each boy their drink you held on to the handle in hopes you’d touch Tim’s hand. “Uh it’s hot here, grab the handle then I’ll let go” feeling his hand wrap around yours made the both of you blush and clearly distracted Tim as he dropped the mug of coffee. “Well fuck me” Tim groaned, he jumped up glaring at his brothers as the laughed, the two of you began wiping up the mess. Tim hopped over the bar to help you clean on your side where the majority of the coffee was spilled, you couldn’t help but be impressed with his agility. While both of you bent down below the bar you decided to be brave, whispering in his ear, “you said ‘fuck me’ and I just want you to know I would gladly” he completely flushed and you popped up, throwing out paper towels.

Tim eventually rose from behind the bar, still blushing uncontrollably and smiling. “Shit lemme get behind that bar I want what Drake’s having princess” Jason began to get up with a smirk before he was pulled down by Dick. “Sorry buddy she’s clearly going for Timbers.” Dick smiled approvingly while the youngest Wayne rolled his eyes, tired with the flirting. “TT y/n I believe it is, I can see our food is ready but please take all the time you need trying to get with my brother but can I please eat while the two of you idiots make eyes at each other.” a wildly embarrassed Tim leaped over the bar again, this time going for Damian.

Spinning on your heels you grabbed the food and placed it in front of each boy. As they ate you chatted with them. Damian and Jason were clearly bored with the small talk while Dick couldn’t stop grinning. Before leaving Tim tried to hype himself up to get your number. As the other boys walked out he stayed with hopeful eyes. Not having to say anything you knew what he wanted. “Would you like a receipt?” you asked with a wink, again unable to form coherent words he nodded. Handing him your number on a folded piece of paper, you kissed his cheek over the bar and waved goodbye. Watching him walk away unable to wipe a grin off his face as his brothers patted him on the back you felt like you could actually see a future with Tim.

#tim drake #tim drake x y/n #tim drake x reader #tim drake x you #tim drake fluff #dc fluff #tim drake x fem!reader #bat boys #dick grayson #jason todd #damian wayne #tim drake x civilian!reader #tim drake cute

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toomanyfandoms02 · 4 years

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Halloween // Matthew Gray Gubler x Reader

Another Story based on a gif/picture! (Hope this is kinda what you were thinking @aberrant-annie )

Summary - It's the first year that y/n and Matthew are a couple, and he insists that they have a couples costume for an upcoming party.

Word count - 2.5k

Gif courtesy of @nationgubler

It was that time of year again. The time where Matthew got impossibly excited, wore tremendously weird costumes, and snuck up behind me an ungodly amount of times.

Halloween.

Now you may be thinking, 'Halloween is a fun and *normal* time of year for many families!' But you only think that because you haven't met my boyfriend Matthew.

Now let's give a little background on the weirdo that is my best friend.

Matthew Gray Gubler is an actor, author, filmmaker, illustrator, fashion model, and painter. But what they don't put on his google search profile is that, before all, he is a Halloween Enthusiast.

He and I have been best friends for over 8 years, and every single one of those years he has effortlessly dragged me into any kind of spooky shenanigan that he could. This was the first year of the 8 that we are a couple, so he decided, in a fit of glory as he put it, that we *needed* a couple's costume this year for the Criminal Minds cast Halloween party. I was 100% down for this idea, but boy, I really didn't know what I was getting myself into by agreeing to it so easily. So let's go back to where this whole ordeal began.

The day was October 15th, and I was sitting blindfolded in the passengers seat of Matthew's car.

"Where the hell are we going?" I giggled, flailing my arms around the car, blindly looking for the trail mix I left in his car the day before. He grabbed my wrist, leading it down to the cupholder and putting my hand on the bag. He knew me too well.

"It's a surprise, obviously, just know it has to do with Halloween." He grabbed my hand and placed a gentle kiss to the top of it.

"Doesn't everything have to do with Halloween with you?"

"Maybe." He laughed.

We were in the car for around 15 minutes, all the while I jammed out to a mix of songs I loved and goofy Halloween themed songs. Matthew had made a playlist of the two as a compromise.

I heard the car click into park and listened as Matthew left the car and walked to my side, opening the door and leading me out.

"When will I be able to see again? This whole blind thing is not for me." He laughed at my remark, looping his arm through mine so he could lead me to what I could only assume was my death. That's when I heard it, the all too familiar laugh of a clown.

Here we go.

Without the notice of my lovely boyfriend I whipped my hand up to my head, removing the black cloth that covered my eyes, I only heard a squeak of protest from him before I saw 'The Haunted Jail' before me.

"Of course." I rolled my eyes in a playful manner, unhooking myself from his arm. "So, why are we here."

"Well, I was thinking that maybe we could get some couple costume ideas from here. It's the jails doubles night so two workers tag team on a costume." He gestured wildly with his hands towards the sign that read *Doubles night! Couples get a 15% discount tonight*. I shook my head in amusement.

"Alright, let's go."

After walking through the 3 story building, we came out with a nice list of ideas for scary couples costumes. This consisted of :

•Beetlejuice

•Pupetmaster and puppet

•Purge

•Wedding gone wrong

•Twisted Alice and Mad Hatter

Then we just had to come to a decision, and soon.

We then sat in the car on our way home to dig out more decorations from the attic. Our house from the inside looked like someone had gotten murdered. There were giant floor and window stickers that resembled blood, fake knives everywhere, and caution tape. This all paired with the tape in the shape of a body on the ground near our fridge. But Matthew had so graciously pointed out that we needed to decorate the outside like we were a haunted house.

He was currently up in our creepy ass attic as I stood with crossed arms at the end of the rickety ladder that led up there. He popped his head out of the little square hole, wearing a jason mask. I narrowed my eyes and shook my head with the smallest smile.

"I'm gonna hand some boxes down to you." I heard him say behind the muffling mask.

The first box held large organized strings of orange LEDs and hooks to set them up on. The next box was filled with fake webs and the next was a huge box. I set it on the ground, prying it open to reveal giant spiders with tacky red eyes and long fangs.

"Are we gonna have these bad boys climbing the ivy outside?" He popped from the attic in a new, mask. A werewolf one I assumed.

"Yep!" He lightly set another box in my hands. "I hate the smell of these masks," He ripped the mask off, revealing his unruly hair and squinting eyes from the new amount of light. "why do I keep buying them?" It made my heart melt, messy hair Gubler was my favorite Gubler.

We dragged all of the boxes outside and decorated for what seemed like 6 hours, it was way harder work than what you would expect. We ended up with 2 giant spiders hung on the ivy, 1 crawling up the porch, and 2 more on the roof. The webs we had were strung everywhere, but the 'main web', as Matthew called it, was across the porch. We had LEDs lighting up most of the outside of our house, it made it look like a constant sunset, or constantly living in a horror movie. Whatever floats your boat. And lastly, we had bloody tomb stones scattered in the yard with fake hands reaching up at the sky through the ground.

Then it was October 16th. I had woken up groggily, feeling the bed beside me for Matthew, but only touching the soft white sheets. The time was 9:47 am and the sun was bleeding through the curtains. My legs hung over the bed as my limbs stretched, pulling down a shirt that was much to large for me *probably because it wasn't mine*. As soon as I stepped out of my bedroom I was met with a scream mask.

"**Morning!**" This made me scream.

"Damnit Matthew Gray! Christ, will the scaring ever end?" I say this but of course, it was really one of my favorite things about him.

"Not until Christmas." He replied with a cocky smile, kissing me softly. I grabbed the back of his neck, deepening the kiss and trying to make him take the hint. He pulled away swiftly. "I would *love* to continue doing this." He ran his hands down my arms and to my hips. "But I made you breakfast and eggs are better warm." He squeezed my hip and gently pushed me toward the kitchen.

Over breakfast we discussed what we were going to go as for the party. We came to the conclusion that doing purge killers would be the most fun. Now all we had to do was get the costumes.

So we left around 1 for Party City. The place had a surprisingly small amount of people, considering the time of year. However there was one girl in there that kept sneaking looks at Matthew. She was standing near some children's costumes. I quickly found out why when a kid came running up with an Alice and Wonderland costume. Shaking it profusely at her mom. The woman kneeled down to her size and gestured towards Matthew. I scrunched my face up.

*What was she telling her?*

Matthew had kept walking and I swiftly caught up with him in the mask aisle. As soon as I got there, the small girl I had just saw was tugging at his orange pumpkin T-Shirt.

"Hi! My mommy said she's a big fan of you on crimimal minds." I giggled a bit. She waved him down to her level, and he gladly came down to listen. "I think she might have a crush on you." I could hear her whisper. He looked back at me expectantly, I just smiled with a shrug. I wasn't much of the jealous type, Matthew was *extremely* loyal, I trusted him with my life. I shooed him towards the woman. He stood and waved at her, gesturing her over and backing up to be by me. I was trying to be inconspicuous and look at the masks. But clearly my lovely boyfriend had a different idea.

"Hi! What's your name?" He asked with a famous million dollar grin.

"A-ashley." She stood for a second, silently staring at him. "I'm sorry, I obviously didn't expect to be seeing you. I'm a just huge fan of yours. And it doesn't help that you are way cuter in person." She smiled shyly, hugging her daughter to her side. Matthew smiled politely but quickly snaked his arm around my hip. I turned to her with the kindest smile I could. I could see realization dropping from her eyes to the red tips of her ears.

"Well you obviously know I'm Matthew. This is my girlfriend, y/n." I leaned into him slightly. Me and Matthew hadn't exactly gone *public*. So it was an honest mistake that she wouldn't know we were together. But to be fair, we weren't hiding it either. "Would you like a picture by the way?" That seemed to distract her enough to knock her out of her clearly petrified trance.

"Yes! A million times yes!"

"I'll take it for you." I grabbed the phone she held out with a slightly tense smile. We took a few pictures and said our goodbyes as she checked out an left. We got back to looking at masks.

"Did you see her face when I grabbed your hips? I kinda live for that look." I smacked his arm playfully.

"The poor girl, she just flirted with you in front if your *girlfriend*. You petrified her!"

"Well I think you just made her a little jealous." He came behind me, wrapping his arms around my stomach and kissing my shoulders.

"Ok Gubler," I slipped from his grip. "we are in public." He groaned a little and followed me down the aisle. I grabbed the cool LED masks with the X's for eyes and big smiles, the typical Purge ones. I got me a purple one and him a red one. Next stop was fake weapons.

I gazed at all of the weapons on the wall. Machetes, guns, bats, nunchucks, knives, all of it. I then looked over to see my boyfriend squinting and tapping his chin in fake contemplation.

"Oh just grab the knife, I know that's what you wanna get." He whipped it off the wall and gave me a serious look, pointing the sharp styrofoam at me. He tapped it to my nose and couldn't contain his laugh as I looked him in the eyes with the biggest smile I could muster.

"You really know how to break me out of character."

So he did end up buying the styrofoam knife, and I ended up buying a plastic machete. As we left the store, the masks and weapons in hand he nudged me.

"So have you thought of what we are gonna wear?"

"Oh yeah. I already have the outfit, you're gonna love it, mine at least. We still have some spare fake blood at home right?" He narrowed his eyes at me, nodding suspiciously. "Great, then I just have to decorate the shirts." Which is exactly what I did when we got home.

I laid our two white button up's on our asphalt driveway, splattering them with blood. Matthew watched me. Sitting a lawn chair as I covered my hands in the blood and put a few handprints on random parts.

"Can I see the whole outfit you have planned now?" He whined.

"Nope, you have to wait. It's not that far away."

But he had asked me to show him everyday up until today, October 31st, party day. Now here we are, on our way back from a McDonalds run that took a *bit* longer than anticipated and we had a very slight chance of being late. We stumbled into the house and ran to the room.

"Why are we rushing anyway?" I took a pause, catching my breath. "We don't have to be exactly on time anyway." He agreed and we slowed down a bit to get our things together.

"I didn't want to have to rush out after seeing you in costume anyway." He said, slyly reaching into the closet and grabbing our button up's. I grabbed the rest of my things from a plastic bag under my side of the bed. I went to the bathroom and changed. My outfit consisted of a black miniskirt, a black cropped tube top, and black knee high socks. Paired with black heeled low-top booties. Then slung over it all was ny open button up. I sheathed my machete behind me and walked out of the bathroom to see Matthew in his bloody shirt and old dress pants and shoes. His giant knife was sheathed in a holster on his side. He ogled at me for a moment, shifting on his feet.

"Holy- wow." He breathed out. I waltzed up to him, unbuttoning a few more buttons and messing his hair to fit the part a bit more. I handed him his mask, with my eyebrows raised. He set it on the bed behind him, cupping my face and bringing me in for a kiss. I ran my hands down his half bare chest and I could feel him smile into the kiss, so I did too, and boy was he a sucker for that. He deepened the kiss and pull me towards him as much as he could, leading his hands lower and lower. Eventually he grabbed my butt a little and I let a giggle slip into the kiss. I parted from him, staring into those honey brown eyes. I felt like a teenager. He had not taken his eyes off me since I left the bathroom.

"Take a picture, it'll last longer."

"Alright." He slid he phone from his pocket, snapping a picture of me. What was I gonna do with this man? I grabbed our masks and we headed out.

We were only about 20 minutes late to the party. We turned our LEDs on and entered AJs house, as her door was wide open.

"You guys look *amazing*!" Kirsten gushed. "Especially you y/n. *Damn* do you rock those socks."

"I know right?" He lifted his mask, placing a kiss on my cheek.

The whole night was filled with chugging fun Halloween themed drinks, compliments on our costumes, slipping secret kisses, and quite the photo shoot.

*And man was I in for it when I got home.*

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is there romance in atdao or is it all just found famiy vibes? if there is romance im real curious about how peeps would express those kinda feelings

hello hi hello this took me AGES I’m very sorry I kept getting distracted by things such as being asleep

anyway yes thank you for the question! romance? yes, we’ve got some of this going on, sure, though I would count the romance as within the found family c:

I don’t know if you wanted a Ramble™ but this is a topic I can ramble about and I’m in a bit of a rambling mood so you can have a ramble, free of charge, just take it up to the register and have them enter the code “logan this is not what I ordered”

but yeah, your question? about eight vaguely relevant tangents immediately spring to mind! also spoilers?? spoilers after the cut

I really should have formatted this response in a way that puts the super spoiler heavy part at the end but since when have I ever ever in my life made things easy for my dear sweet followers

y’all know what I’m like with spoilers by now

but yeah, to set the scene, there’s two main romantic......................... situations going on in the story, the first being between Noa and Alice, and the second being between Kai, Tris and Shara. so, the former I would describe as “a legitimate romantic subplot” and the latter I would describe as a character tripping and falling into it by sheer chance and just being like “oh whoops well I guess this is what I’m doing now” which is also extremely valid

Noa and Alice end up not being, like, Confirmed Endgame by the end of the story even though much of the plot looks like it’s heading in that direction, and like...... yeah, in my head, they do end up in a romantic relationship at some point post-story, but I’m not sure on what sort of timeline

during the story itself, it’s established that they do share mutual feelings for each other and this is likely heading towards a romantic relationship, but I think since much of the story sees Noa still trying to find her feet in just, like....... having friends at all, and trusting those friends, and knowing who she is in relation to others on any sort of level, I think near the end of the story she decides that she’s not at a place where she wants to try and figure out a romantic relationship just yet

it’s not a hard no, it’s just a “hey not right now” and a “let’s see what happens later down the track, for now it’s just nice to be around friends” ‘cause even that is just super new territory for her

which I worry will make people feel cheated, but also, I think it’s the ending for this subplot that would make the most sense for where the characters are at and would be the most fitting c:

and secondly there’s like

hm. ok

well, there WAS a vaguely jokey post I made yonks back where I pitched the idea of an ATDAO polyamory ending being just like. Alice who’s dating Noa who’s dating Shara who’s dating Kai who’s dating Tris. and I stand by this being solid as hell. but also, given the ending to Noa’s subplot with Alice, it doesn’t really work in the story canon, n though I think Noa and Shara is a dynamic I really enjoy, it would likely not actually play out in reality :P

which leaves the trio of Shara, Kai and Tris, a trio I’ve always vibed with and had vaguely on my radar as a valid poly ending but for some reason didn’t twig that I could just, like, make it canon and no one can stop me LMAO

but yeah, this one, like I said, it’s not so much aHD whole big subplot, it’s just something that falls into place super casually and is never really brought up beyond “oh is this a thing that’s happening?” “yeah” “cool ok”

I think there’s a brief window as a reader where you might be like “ugh this is gonna be a stupid love triangle or some weird jealousy thing” but then it just ends up being a complete non-issue. there’s basically zero romantic drama for this plotline, Tris and Shara are bros and Kai is dating both of them

n as for your question itself, it depends on whether you mean, like.......... how they would go about expressing to someone else that they have romantic feelings or, like, how they express their affections in a romantic scenario

‘cause for the former, the answer for both Tris and Noa is just.... they don’t

Noa because at the start of the story she views her crush on Alice as a huge fucking inconvenience that’s going to make things messy and complicated, so she just tries to ignore her romantic feelings as hard as she can (obviously this doesn’t last hahaha). but yeah, she’s just very pissed off that she has a crush and doesn’t want to acknowledge it :P she also has no idea how to respond when Alice expresses romantic interest in her, this is all extremely new territory

and Tris because he doesn’t realise he’s even experiencing romantic feelings in the first place?? like. the boy has so much baseline anxiety jitteriness that stuff like, idk, feeling your heart pick up pace, butterflies in the stomach, any kinda social nerves you get around the people you like, etc, he experiences this with Kai and is automatically just like “great now you’re here and I’m having a panic attack can you please leave”

just slaps a label of Bad Vibes onto it then later is like Wait A Minute

but yeah, I think neither of them would be super comfy actually expressing their feelings out loud or making that first move, Noa because she’s super fuckin petty and stubborn and Tris because he’s waaaaaaaay too fuckin socially anxious for that shit are you kidding

in terms of how they express their affections though??

so like. I have to reiterate that I’m aro and ace and I have a lot of difficulty in articulating what makes a romance A Romance, like??? I have relationships that are friendships and relationships that are romantic, but I myself don’t really experience romantic attraction in the way other people do

as such, the way I write characters in their romantic expressions tends to be just an extension of how they act in their friendships? which I think is a pretty ok thing to base a romance off anyway, but like, yeah, romance, this is a mystery to me for the most part, do I look like I know what a romance is

anyway I think once Alice and Noa get a little closer there’s a lot of good-natured ribbing and friendly insults, n since they already had a bit of a rivalry going on beforehand I would imagine this competitive streak doesn’t disappear :P Noa is generally uncomfy with being Openly affectionate and soft with others, so I think there would be a lot of more “indirect” ways she shows this care. I think they have the kind of relationship where from an outside perspective you don’t really get how it’s warm and affectionate, but it’s just ‘cause you don’t know the lingo, right

Tris is just the cheerleader type in all friendly relationships I think, lots of encouragement and hype and compliments and enthusiasm, he’s very excitable and very easily impressed hahahaha. though I think it takes people a while to click that he’s legitimately being 100% earnest and genuine, the constant deadpan does not work super well in his favour

anyway I’m gonna hop back up for a sec so I can cover Shara and Kai real quick

these two are............ a bit more direct with actually verbalising their feelings to people? Shara is a socially anxious type, but also not someone who enjoys beating around the bush, n she generally likes to just speak what’s on her mind and be direct with others whenever she can. Kai just kinda........ I mean, I don’t think they consider romantic affections to be a super big deal? at least in theory? I say in theory ‘cause, like, I think they give the impression that this kind of conversation is just super smooth and easy for them, and on the inside they’re like “it’s really not a big deal it’s just feelings it’s whatever” but they’re still anxious about it and had to hype themself up for like a week before going through with it lmao

but ye, in terms of how they express their affections, they’re both fairly similar. you suddenly will just Not Be Able To Get Rid Of Them, they’ll constantly be hanging around in the same space or dragging you into whatever shenanigans they’ve got going on, I think for both of them their favourite expression of love is just sharing in experiences or sharing the same space, just Being Involved And Around

a “hey come help me run errands” type or a “I’m gonna hang off the back of your sofa while you’re studying and sometimes slingshot balls of paper at you with a rubber band” type :P

and now I have to go on Another Tangent just ‘cause the subject matter is vaguely relevant and idk where else I’m gonna go on this tangent

there is definitely some part of me that’s still super super fond of the idea of Kai being aro??? and I initially did write them as such, but for the moment this is not something that’s remained canon in text ‘cause I’m a little bitch ‘cause like

Kai would be aro in very much the same way I am, which is to say, they’re a person who is extremely full of love and who has difficulty in differentiating what the step is supposed to be between friendship feelings and romantic feelings, so, someone who may not necessarily “get” what makes a romance a romance or experience any feelings different from a strong friendship, but who is still open to being in a romantic relationship

(the difference between us being that Kai Really Really Likes People and enjoys being close with others as much as possible, where I’m more the awkward standoffish hermit type lmao)

but yeah, I was kinda like. well. despite being a perfectly valid aro person in a romantic relationship myself, if I were a fictional character people would probably call me bad rep HAHAHA. like “yeah they’re apparently aro but they don’t really ACT aro and the author put them in a romantic relationship ://”

and while I think there’s value to be had in fiction in exploring the different ways a person can be aro, I just, like................... thought about the hypothetical future discourse and was just like UGH. I cannot be fucking BOTHERED

I get enough people in real life being like “ok but you’re not REALLY aro like why do you even bother having that label it’s not like it matters in your context” even though I’m the goddamn expert on my own experiences you bastards

lmao

but yeah I think aro Kai is canon in my heart hahahaha. and they may end up articulating some of the same feelings, maybe just not with the label applied, who knows

anyway that’s my rambles done I think! thanks for reading n have a nice night c:

#Anonymous #i started to ramble then i was like #oh man i better keep this short actually and try and get through this quick and then by the end of it i was #back to rambling #it's fine #i would go into more detail abt the relationships themselves but i think. this reply is super lengthy as is :')#i think i have been on some rambles abt shara and kai in the past?? but idk if i could find those to link them lmao #atdao #there's an only tangentially relevant ramble about being aro right at the end #cuz its like. im aro and i feel this in my heart but also #*gestures vaguely*#anyway g'night team

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1stunseeliefaelass · 4 years

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Darksiders Arthurian Tales Revisited

Chapter 10: Bonds Old and New

Death and Wren then head inside, and ran into Morgen. Death could only think of one word as these two women looked at each other, "Aw shit."

Sighing he then looked at Wren, "This is Morgen, Morgen this is....Wren."

Morgen looked at Wren and was pleasantly surprised at the genuine smile she got, "How do you do?"

"Quite well actually, thank you. And greetings to you as well."

Death noted their civil behavior and had an inner sigh of relief, "Well I'll go about finding something....for me to do.....ladies, I'll see you later.....and please be nice to each other...."

Quickly he headed to find Ale and explained everything that had just happened. Getting a resounding squeee, which got the other three's attention.

"What the hell is going on in here?" Strife asks.

"YES!" War added.

Fury meanwhile stated, "Explain. Now."

"I'm explaining everything to Ceise, you tell them about it." Death tells Strife.

"Right I'll do that, ok guys over here. That way Ma isn't gonna make us go deaf." Strife states.

Fury then inquired, "I know why you call her Mother, but why does our brother do so?"

"A, that's for him to tell you, and B, it's something that probably piss you off." Strife vaguely tells her.

War chose to remain quiet for now, deciding to let Death be the one to explain. Meanwhile Ale was DELIGHTED over her son being a heartthrob.

"How wonderful, two ladies. And one I already know. Oh I still remember how much you used to gush about Wren."

"Ceise....please not so loud....I don't want them to come back in here." Death tried to express with his growing embarrassment.

"Oh sorry Atan, you seem a bit more flustered than I expected. I mean I can be a little embarrassing sometimes, but it seems you have reached your limit faster than usual."

"It's just....I have a problem of sorts....and I need a little help with it..." Death told her.

"I see, well what's on your mind then Atan? What troubles you?" Ale implored him.

"I noticed I've been starting to feel things for Morgen, but after seeing Wren I've begun feeling those old feelings for her. I really don't know what to do right now. It broke me finding Wren dead and I don't want to happen to her. However, I need to check with Morgen about her feelings towards me. It's all messy, and it terrifies me. Only a little bit, but still."

Ale looked at him calmly and gently brushed his back, "This is a very cliche answer Atan, but follow your heart. Only you can make that choice, only you can decide who makes you happy. I know you always spoke highly of Wren, and from what I've noticed of Morgen she seems to be a kind woman. Whoever you choose, I'll be there to support you."

"Thank you." Death says simply, trying to process what to do.

Wren meanwhile began speaking to Morgen. The two of them actually found a common ground with each other and began conversing about normal things mostly. But the conversation did ultimately come back to Death, leaving Morgen to finally ask the question she'd been dreading,

"So Wren, how do you feel towards Death?"

Wren actually took a moment to respond, "I like to believe I still love him. But lately....I've been scared that maybe I don't. Several eons alone will do that to you."

"I can't say I blame you. I do have my own feelings for him, but if you need time to figure things out I won't get in your way. Nor will I be angry if it turns out the doubts were for not." Morgen told her calmly.

"You have my thanks, really you do. I do have an idea of how to figure this out. My race, the Arcaeniens, we can only have children with those we view as equals. But on top of that, we can only feel pleasure during the act if we love our partner." Wren explains.

"So in other words, you wish to engage with Death in the bedroom to see if you still love him?"

"Yes. I just hope to make things....a little easier on his end. Extreme emotions have always been....hard for him to express. But when he does manage it, it truly is something to behold. He may not always have it easy with words, but his actions are always sweet when they shine through." Wren explained thinking back to those coveted memories of him.

"It sounds like you know him well. I promise you Wren, I'll do my best to treat him well should things end up not going the way you may be hoping for."

"Should things go well for me, and I end up being wrong in my concerns, I promise you much the same Morgen. I am a nurse after all." Wren tells her. Both women share a brief laugh together before Wren continues, "I only ask that if I do end up correct, that you'll also let us work together to find our daughter and care for her."

"I swear to you Wren, I won't interfere with your parenting or search for your child. You both deserve to have her back, or to know what happened to her." Morgen replies kindly.

With that Wren nods and the two part ways. Morgen heading off to see how Arthur is doing, among other things. Wren meanwhile goes looking for Death, hoping to speak to him about this. Believing the sooner he knows the plan the better.

Meanwhile Death had gone off with his siblings to tell them about what happened with Lilith all those eons ago. Strife decided to give Death sometime to prepare himself by bringing him into a sideroom off the main one the other two were in. Death began having a mini panic attack as he started worrying about worse case scenarios,

"Relax relax relax....just tell them what they need to know....just relax."

"Dude breathe. Remember telling me to breathe, trying doing it yourself." Strife told him.

Death does so and after a few deep breaths responded, "What do they wanna know?"

"Well first off why you call Ale Mother. Another one is Wren, which I explained the best I can but you need to explain it yourself. And Lilith, you're gonna need to them about that. Don't worry, I'll be right behind you with that stuff. If you have trouble, I'll help you out."

"Thank you for....helping me out with this. Kinda terrified of figuring out how to do this on my own, but with you in the room it may help." Death expressed simply.

Strife then inquired, "So, you good to go?"

"Yeah, let's get this over with."

War and Fury stand up as their elder brothers enter the room again. Fury seems calm but is internally freaking out. War meanwhile is just dreading what they may end up hearing.

As he remains quiet, Fury asks instead, "So, what exactly is going on? And what has happened?"

"Where do you really want to begin?" Death inquires.

"Well for starters you could tell us about Wren. As that is one of the most recent questions to come up." War states at last.

"Wren is the woman I met back during the time of the horde. After I was grievously wounded I found her and she saved my life. After that, I made frequent...house calls, well visits. Unfortunately I could never stay long, always another battlefield, always another request at Absalom's behest. And Absalom DESPISED my relationship with her, as it kept me away from my 'duties' as he would put it. 'Too much of a distraction' he'd sometimes say. I didn't care much for them, I still visited as much as I could, for as long as I could. Last I saw her was eons ago, and I was...leaving to a battle. But before I left, she asked to produce her child, so I...obliged..."

"Is that why you reacted the way you did when that message came?" War questioned.

"Yes. If said that she was pregnant. I still remember how I felt. Excited, anxious, proud, scared, all sort of things. But when I got there, a purge had happened. She'd been taken to a camp to be killed. But the childbirth killed her before they could. When I found out she was there I went on rampage through the camps. When I found her, I was broken a bit, greatly actually. But I found my daughter, she had survived, hidden from the carnage. From there I buried Wren, and set up a pyre near her home. After that is when the Hag struck. I did my best to fend her off, to rebuff her attempts. But unfortunately, she was too strong. I couldn't figure out how to stop her. After she defeated me and took Coventina I found myself back in one of our camps. Absalom had said that she was dead, the witch had killed her....back then I somewhat believed him, but I know that's true anymore. At least I hope it's not. He didn't try his damnest to find her, to save her. If she were Nephilim, he would have cared far more than he did. But then again, I never cared to mention it to him. I didn't want him to do what he did to all of you." Death explained further.

"We only helped with the memory loss thing, because you were depressed. If I knew the story behind it, I wouldn't have helped." Strife informs him.

"I still remember those few weeks. You stopped eating, rarely slept without nightmares, and Absalom was just....angry. More so than he normally was on most days." Fury says in musing.

War however remained silent again, trying to process it and figure out what to say. He did eventually motion to his brother, "There are still the other questions."

Death just nods, "I would only assume."

"First off why do you call Ale Ceise? Second off, Strife mentioned that something happened. But he did not specify any further. So what was he referring to?" War pressed him.

Death sighed deeply, "This started before any of you were created or born. I myself was created in the woods around Ale's village, specifically behind her home. From what I could surmise from her....excited ramblings...", he then looked around for Ale before moving on, "I was apparently either created in the flower, or it was used to make me, or a side effect of the Creation magic. Whatever the case I have no idea. Anyway that's not too important....even after being blinded by Absalom she still kept up some hope. After I was able to find her, she still viewed me as a son. In time though an event happened, something that showed me who my true Mother was. Before I continue, the information I say will not leave this room, and after I'm done recanting you MUST NOT go after the person in question. I do not want you to suffer a fate similar to mine."

War interjected, "It does make us question why you would ask this of us."

Death's eyes closed for a moment before he spoke up, "Getting to it. Remember how Lilith's home, I certainly remember the face you were making during that experience."

War actually shudders a bit, "I'm not even going to try to remember. Well based on what I can remember initially, it wasn't to any of the senses."

"If you think THAT was horrible, let me explain just how truly deplorable Lilith is. To begin with, Absalom was the one who....technically started the mess. He explained to me....that it was essentially my...turn to finally meet our 'Mother' alone. I was nervous about it to begin with....and went to Ale for guidance on it. She herself was...mortified, begging me not to go through with it. I ultimately felt I had no choice, and so....she gave me a way out should I need it. A small crystal that would teleport me near her home. But when I did go to Lilith's home.....I...I wasn't as prepared as I thought I was. I assumed it would be a normal meeting....but really happened was the worst three days that I ever experienced. For those three, long, agonizing days, I found myself at her mercy. I found myself...being....used.....to pleasure her.....as her toy. I lost count of how many times I begged, how many times I pled. I urged for her to stop, to let me go, to end it several times, until my voice gave out. But she never yielded, she carried on. Eventually I freed myself as no one came for me. The moment I escaped her 'abode', I ran for so long I don't even know exactly just how long. Then once I felt I was safe, I used the crystal Ale gave me to teleport close to her home. From there I ran, as far as I could. Until she found me, Ale not Lilith. She brought me into her home, and sheltered me. When Lilith came she took on the woman's wrath to protect me. And afterwards made sure I felt safe, both physically and mentally. She even got me new trousers to replace the ones Lilith tried to destroy. From that night on I knew who my real Mother was. From that moment on, I knew who I could trust, truly."

Fury's jaw had gone slack, although she was now trying to hide it with her hand, "Death.....how much....did you suffer under her?"

War however, "Explains several things for one. And thank you for making sure that situation did not befall me all those years back. As I can now see why you were so adamant that I not be in the same room as her."

"Exactly." Death responded softly.

"You good bro?" Strife asked.

"Better than I am most of the time so yeah, I guess I am."

Fury then placed a hand on his shoulder, "If you ever need it, we'll be there to support you. Be it during a, Creator forbid, flashback or if you have nightmares of the event."

"And Lilith rears her neck out far enough, I'll be sure to cut her off for you." War added on.

Death actually smiled behind the mask, glad to have this support. He actually began to chuckle a bit. Soon however, those chuckles sounded like he was trying to hide something behind them. War actually pats him on the back before giving him an awkward side hug. Death chuckled a bit more but appreciated the attempt anyway.

"Thank you.....all of you....I was...scared for the longest time.....that you wouldn't understand or that your reactions would be.....far worse than they are now."

Strife then joined in on the hug, "Ok, everybody in. You know the rules."

Death then begins to protest, "Wait no no no...."

Only for all three siblings to wrap him into a group hug. He could be heard grumbling the entire time.

"And there's Death again." Strife remarked.

"Right right right this is nice and all but get off of me." Death grumbled.

Finally they released him, but Strife asked him, "So you need a hug from Ma too?"

"No, already received that. I don't need her to get involved."

After having come by with C when they both heard a slight commotion, Gregory inquires, "Ok what's this about ye having a Mother?"

Death froze at that and quickly stood up, "None of your business Dwarf, go on."

"Nothing to see here, nothing to see here." Strife added on.

"Right, nothing to see here. Nothing to see here my ass. For one thing I just came across you lot hugging each other and all that. And you were being grumpier than I would expect." Gregory retorted.

Death would've said more, but then noticed an...interesting necklace, around C's neck. It had clay beads on it, with symbols that looked way too familiar. But he wanted to be certain, "Mind if I...take a look at that necklace?"

"Oh uh, sure. I'm used to people asking at this point, hell I'm used to their reactions too." C replies handing it over.

"You know what this is?" Death questions her.

"Beyond something that used to be around my ankle, not really."

Death examined the necklace closer and realized the symbols were actually Nephilim letters, "Where did you get this?"

Gregory stepped in, "She came to me with it. We found it as an anklet after she was rescued from Black Annis."

Death's eyes widen at the name Black Annis, "How were you saved by chance?"

"A man named Harker McCloud saved her, knew how to kill those beasts it seems. Course he didn't explain his method, only looked messed up to all he-......ehhhh....Horseman, are ye alright over there?" Gregory expressed.

Death then looked C over briefly, and noticed that not only were her eyes two separate colors, they were changing color every so often and most importantly......they were glowing like a Nephilim's, "I need to go confirm something with someone."

From there he found Wren and rushed to ask her, "Wren I need your point of view on this."

Wren then follows him back to where everyone is, and upon seeing C her own eyes widen. She's able to see the glowing line like tattoos hidden on C's body. She then asked Gregory, "How is you two met?"

"Like I was telling the Horseman over here, a man named Harker saved her."

"How old was she?" Wren pressed further.

"A baby, why?"

"Death, we need to find this Harker. Get more information." Wren states.

"I already know about Harker, he's a good friend. He's helped me out as much as I've helped him out." Death explains.

Strife adds in, "Yeah you remember the time you saves him from Leatherbeard?"

Death goes rigid and immediately says to Strife, "We agreed NEVER TO SPEAK OF HIM AGAIN. For MANY reasons."

Wren and C look at him concerned. But Gregory just groans, knowing the stories all too well from the occasional pirate come wandering into the tavern. "Ooooooi I've heard about that sadistic fuck. I always dreaded that man ever showing up at my tavern. C would probably allure that monster way too fucking easily, and he wouldn't even care about whatever her preference was. Hell he might even use it against her."

"Ok....just how bad is this man? And more importantly, who the HELL is he?" Wren inquires.

"Leatherbeard, aka Ralph Dingleberg. The most perverted, and depraved pirate I've ever had the misfortune of sharing a room with.." Death begins before eyeing Wren and War, "He reminds me of Lilith the most, out of all the most depraved, inhumane, people I've EVER MET. The MOST."

Wren gets shocked beyond belief and War just feels his skin crawl. He even nearly pukes just as Death continues further, "And apparently he can't seem to die. No matter how hard you try he KEEPS LIVING. AND LIKES WHATEVER DO TO HIM. I remember one time he shot himself out of cannon, then proceeded to maim, butcher, torture, and do far more debaucherous things to everyone on his enemy's ship."

Wren then finally says, "Well.....yet another reason why I can avoid sailing."

"Anyway, I need go by Harker's home. See if he's there and get more confirmation on....some things. Completely unrelated to that CRAZY FUCK." Death states wanting to get off the subject of Leatherbeard.

"Good luck Death, and when you return, I need to speak with you, alone." Wren expresses.

"Right, I'll see what I can do. Hopefully nothing else comes up."

Meanwhile as Death rode on to find Harker's home, Harker has found himself strung up to a mast on one of Uther's tallest ships. He was starving and in an emaciated state. Normally a few days without love wouldn't do this, but he'd been neglecting to find time to feed before being captured. Harker had originally been captured because he'd spoke highly of Death in public after seeing a wanted poster for him. Around him, a great dragon lion hybrid flew in circles. Uther's true form, greed and obsession incarnate as some might say. Uther circled around the mast for a time before settling to fly in front of Harker. The people had gathered to witness this, as was his intent.

"I will let go if you tell me the whereabouts of Death. And I may even let you have your way with some of my men, you look so famished after all."

Harker took a moment to catch his breath before responding, "Like I said before....I don't know where he is....and even if I did I wouldn't tell you. Besides....your men aren't that pretty to begin with....not my type...."

"You hold Death in great reverence. You must have some feelings for him, since you denied my men. So, to make it easier on you, I promise I won't harm him, badly. And I'll banish him from this kingdom, simple enough. And I'll give you a full pardon for raiding my privateers. So what do you say?"

Harker shut his eyes as Uther spoke to him and when it finally ended he said, "We haven't spoken in a long time....you're obviously not going to get anything from me....and there's no point in killing in me.....so just let me go please just let me go...."

Uther's hair and body go pale again as they did for Morgen that one night. He seems to come closer to Harker and almost obliges the plea. But just as suddenly, he shifts back, having caught himself in the moment. Uther grabs Harker by his head and begins to slowly tighten his grip. Hitting the soft spot that makes it all the more painful. Causing Harker to shriek in pain as Uther crushes his head.

He smiles in silence at his deed before saying, "You can make this stop, all I need is the location."

Harker's pain prevents him from speaking, and he ends up getting his head slammed into the mast. From there Uther, being highly annoyed now, begins searching Harker for a crystal. He manages to find one, and recalls how he found one on Death to call Strife with. He figures he'll lure Death to him in this way. He then makes the call, waiting for the recipient's answer.

"Harker, I'm on my way to your home. Be ready for some questioning."

Uther then hangs up the crystal, only for Death to call right back again, "Harker you there? Are you alright, you just hung up there for a second?".

Uther shoves the crystal in Harker's face, and quietly says, "Should you tell him, or should I?"

"IT'S AMBUSH, DON'T GO...!" Harker quickly shouts into it before Uther cuts him off.

He then takes over the call, "Well I was going to leave it as a surprise. But I guess we can't have nice things."

Death growls at Uther, "WHERE ARE YOU."

"Oh I'm here at port, with your dear friend. I was going to send some of my men to escort you here, but....I can assume you'll already be on your way. Besides, Harker is a bit under the weather at the moment. You may want to come get him, before he withers away."

"YOU HARM HIM IN ANY OTHER WAY...!"

"I would dream of that, besides, something as rare as him is worth a fortune to many people. I'm sure there's plenty of nobles who would want him, or even a particular pirate. One I've let into my waters on multiple occasions. And Leatherbeard has brought me several toys for me to use. Unless you were by chance to arrive, I don't like to be kept waiting." Uther states before going back up to Harker.

Just before he ends the call, Uther leaves a massive gash on Harker's chest. Harker's screech in pain is the last thing Death hears before the call hangs up again. He chucks the damn crystal away shouting in pure rage at the situation.

Crom then chose this as the time to speak, "Well that's not being very productive, now is it?"

"NOT THE TIME."

"If you want to survive, listen to me." Crom presses.

Death only growls in annoyance, "Shut IT."

"I'm just saying, I could be of assistance here."

Death only grows angrier, "If you don't shut up, I'm going to knock my head into this tree. Knocking us both out."

"That would delay the rescue, and you're on a time limit remember? That, and you know that wouldn't work. I'd still be capable of picking through your head. Just because you're unconscious doesn't mean I'M unconscious. I'm in your head. So, wanna hear me out or do you want to try and cook up some scheme?"

"Anything would be better than what YOU have in store." Death retorted.

"Fine if you to wish to go on a suicide mission. Remember, he did strike you through a wall."

"And I Harvester this time, surely that would even the playing field. Besides, I killed Absalom, he hit harder this bastard does. Even I can't beat him, it'll be a good distraction for me to get Harker out of there." Death explains.

Crom shakes his head a bit, "So self sacrificial....that's why I like you.", then goes silent again.

Death sighs to himself before riding out to go get Harker. With Despair's help, he makes the distance in about three hours. He hoped he wouldn't be too late to reach Harker. Finding the port, and the mast Harker was on proved easy, too easy actually. When seeing Harker wasn't moving, he has to resist the urge to throw caution to the wind and go straight for him. Instead, Death keeps his wits whilst hoping in his mind that his friend hadn't died. He sends Dust to go check on him, and Dust does so. Not even cawing when he lands, only lightly pecking at Harker.

He jolts and actually hisses at Dust before realizing it's him, "Dust? Are you.....?"

Dust gives a light squawk before gesturing to Death. Death then puts his index to mask where his mouth would be behind it. Harker manages to nod and tries to stay awake as Death makes his way over to him. Watching as Death dove into the water and swam to the ship. From there he climbs through a gunport and then begins to take out any and all guards there. Only subduing though, leaving all alive but knocked out to high hell. He keeps an eye out for Uther as best he can, but sees nothing yet. Finally he reaches the stairs going to on deck, and slowly goes up them. He then looks around and checks for any trouble on deck. Death doesn't see Uther, but notices various guards around. Seeing he needs to find a way to knock everyone out at the same time, he summons forth mystical, incapacitating mist. From there the men above deck all pass out, dropping like flies. Once everyone is asleep, he changes it into a shadowy mist instead, to hide himself and Harker once he's got him. Sighing he turns Harvester into shuko climbing claws, although it may as well have been an after thought. Death was already quite the athlete to begin with, he just wanted to be certain in case he messed up. As extremely rare as such a case was. He begins climbing, getting even more paranoid as he got closer to Harker.

Eventually he reaches Harker, "Idiot, you....shouldn't have come..."

"And leave you behind? Don't be the moron you think I am. Now zip it." Death says simply.

Harker complies and once freed he informs Death, "I can....change into my snake form...if it makes this easier..."

"Just in case it would be great."

Harker obliges again, and wraps around Death's neck. Occasionally he coils tighter in pain, but tries not to choke him as Death climbs down.

Eventually though, Death has to tell him, "Ack...easy..."

"Sorry......still sting in a few areas." Harker whispers in hidden pain.

Death soon landed on the deck with a quiet thump of his boots. He darted his head around quickly in case anyone heard him, but still saw no sign of Uther.

Harker gave a light nudge in response, "What's wrong....?"

"He's not here. Where is he? He's not here I don't see him."

"He flew off, said he had.....other business to attend to. Retrieving his daughter...." Harker replied.

"Shit!" Death whisper-shouted before hurrying to leave the boat.

As Death rides on, heading towards Vortigern's home, Harker began to feel a small searing pain. He began breathing heavily and went limp as the pain drained him.

Death feels Harker go limp and actually panicks a bit. He pushes Despair to go faster and soon makes it there. Only for Harker be in even more pain when they arrive. To the point that as soon as Death hops from Despair's saddle, Harker falls from his neck. Death quickly catches him and hurries inside shouting for Merlin, "MERLIN I NEED YOUR ASSISTANCE HERE!"

Merlin comes from his room looking like a mess, "Aiiiiiiie.......What in the fuck are you needing me for n......oh shit."

From there Merlin goes to work aiding Harker and Death is pacing in rising panic. "What's wrong? He's..."

"Convulsing in pain I know....let me figure it out." Merlin explains as he searches for the problem. He then notices Harker's emaciated state, "Might I inquire on why he looks like this?"

"He's starving. Will that make helping him harder?"

"Hmm....dealing with someone who's currently starving tends to heighten the chance of death. What does he feed on?" Merlin questions.

"Love! He's a Leanan Sidhe." Death expresses in growing concern.

"Hmm? I may have bottled a pure version of love a long time ago. It's a long story, managed to bottle it, anyway...", Merlin tells him before pulling a bottle of red fluid. It looked like glowing liquid glitter.

Death has to ask, "And what do you intend to do with that?"

"Feed it to him, he feeds on love and this the purest and most potent concentration of it. Now hold your friends mouth open. I need to make sure he swallows it."

Death does so and tells Harker, "I'm sorry but I'm gonna have to do this."

Harker then feels the liquid pouring down his tiny throat and begins swallowing so he doesn't choke. He tastes his favorite 'normal' food ever, dark chocolate. His little tail begins swishing back and forth a bit as he drinks it. He then suddenly feels a burst of energy and begins to glow a little. Gaining a strange little pink aura around him as he begins to roll around, apparently being in a certain mood now. Death knows exactly which one too, given the sudden purr like sounds he's hearing.

Death begins to snicker and tells Merlin, "Hold him."

"No no no no no no no no....I'm going to bed, you take care of him."

"What if the pain comes back?"

"THIS SHIT CURES CURSES." Merlin shouts before walking off finally.

Death then goes to find some helping hands, and sees Puck coming back, "Puck I need you to take care of him. This is a friend of mine, go easy on him."

Puck just looks at him confused, "Uhm....why is vibrating, glowing, and making strange noises. And moving all weird like."

"He's in one of those....moods."

Puck gives him a stinkeye, "So you give him to the sex addict, to take care of it? Smart play smart play."

Death gulps and hopes for the best, then goes to get some sleep. Meanwhile Puck brings Harker to his room and questions him, "Ok...what's going on here?"

"I was in pain earlier, now I feel soooo good. They used a strange red glittery potion on me."

"Apparently it's one hell of an aphrodisiac." Puck remarks.

"Well they did say....it was essentially liquid love...."

"And you drank it anyway. Are you sure it was red? Because I've heard about little blue pills that cause these kinds of things?" Puck partially jests.

"I was starving....and Merlin said my chances of dying from the pain were higher....so I had to drink it." Harker says coiling up tightly now.

Puck facepalms, "What the hell are ya?"

"A Leanan Sidhe good sir....." Harker replies.

"Oh...that's explains a lot actually. Well I can actually help ya metabolize it. But you're gonna need to be more...humanoid for this to work."

Harker then turns into his Fae self, and DEFINITELY looks more horny than he did before. He's also still glowing like bonkers. "Well.....what do you think? My clothes aren't so presentable but....."

"Get on the bed I'll show ya a good time."

"Mind the new scar though, it's a bit sensitive." Harker implores him.

"Alright."

Meanwhile Death finds himself having another nightmare and begins tossing in his sleep heavily. Morgen actually senses it and gets the urge to check on him and does so. Finding him in bed tossing to and fro, she gently lays her hand on his shoulder. From there she is suddenly pulled into his nightmare. She sees him strapped down onto a rack and begging to be let go. Pleading for someone, anyone, to help him. Morgen immediately goes to do so and Death upon seeing her doesn't recognize her. As all he can see is a being encased in a light blue light, and the outline of horns on her head. He begins thrashing more at seeing that detail, but then he hears Morgen's voice telling him,

"Death be still, I'm here, I'm getting you out of here."

"What.....who are you? You're familiar, somehow." Death inquires a bit unsure.

"I'm here Death, just keep calm. I won't let her hurt you further." Morgen replies before placing her hands on the chains on his wrists.

They suddenly snap apart and Morgen quickly places her hands on his ankle chains. Once they also snap, Death quickly gets up and scurries backwards away from the rack. Morgen then calmly tells him, "Go now, run. You're free."

He does so and soon sees a white light ahead of him. When rushing into it, he finds himself in a pretty field. One that's full of colorful wildflowers with their fragrance on the breeze. It all felt so real to him. The next thing he knew, a floating white sheep suddenly bumped into his back. Turning around, he saw more floating over. Where that had once been a hallway of Lilith's home, there was only more of this beautiful field. Just then, he saw a proper glimpse of his savior. Rushing closer, he realized that it was indeed Morgen, only she had small sheep like horns. She glanced to him with a sweet smile before calmly saying, "Enjoy the peace tonight."

Death then heard a similar voice behind him, "You'll need a clear head for what's to come."

He turned again to find a woman that looked very similar to Morgen, with the same type of horns as well. Then with a sudden flash of light from both sides, Morgen and the mystery woman were gone. Death, despite his confusion, laid down upon the grass. Relaxing within the calming field. Meanwhile in the waking world, Morgen came to and slowly stood up to leave. However, she suddenly felt dizzy. She managed to make her way outside, only to collapse a ways down the hall.

Barrcus hears the thud and goes outside his room with Mina to check, "Is someone out here?", then upon looking down, "Morgen!"

He gently checked her over and rolled her onto her back in his arms. It caused him some pain to be holding her whilst crouching, but he had to be sure she was alright. He begins to stroke her head, but feels some bumps on her head. He figures she needs a bed straight away and asks for Mina's help. Mina then aids him into getting Morgen back to her bed.

"I felt two bumps Barrcus, should I check her head?"

"Yes let's."

Mina does so with Barrcus watching her closely, and when parting Morgen's hair, they found what looked like a tiny horn forming in her head. It was a blunt, miniscule thing, but still a concerning sight.

"That's a horn, must be. But why?" Mina questions in a mix of fear and worry.

"I have no idea. I'll keep an eye on her, you get some rest ok?" Barrcus states.

"Very well, just wake me if anything happens."

"I'll try." Barrcus informs her before Mina heads off.

Barrcus settles for stroking Morgen's head gently, despite the horns being there. He actually tapped one of them before Morgen made an annoyed groan in her sleep. She could clearly feel them from what he could tell. Barrcus then grasped her hand and continued to hold it through the night. Meanwhile Death got interrupted from his sleep by an extremely late visitor. He groaned and got up begrudgingly. He half expected either Puck or Harker. Instead he was met with Wren, in a simple lace nightgown. He couldn't help but think back to those nights he'd spend with her way back when.

"Uhm.....I would say this is a little unexpected but....not unwelcomed."

"I need to talk to you, and I can't wait any further. Please Death, can we speak to each other now?" Wren pleads with him.

Death sighed, "Uhm...sure."

He then lets Wren into the room, closing the door behind her. Fuzzball meanwhile yawns on a tiny bed in the corner whilst Dust is asleep on a perch. Wren then hugs Death, holding him close to her. Death isn't sure how to react for the longest time, but soon reciprocates her embrace. He can't remember readily how long it was since he'd held her like this. Admittedly it felt nice to have this sort of moment again, but he had a sinking feeling that it'd be the last one they'd have.

Once the two finally released each other, Wren told him, "I wanted to test and see if I could feel pleasure with you still. My race is rather weird about sex but essentially we can only have children with whom we view as equals. However, we also can only feel pleasure if we love the other person. Morgen and I did discuss it, and she gave me the ok to try this, in case you're wondering."

"I find this to be a bad idea, but if you want to continue on, I will be fine." Death assures her.

"If you say so. I'm only doing this because....I'm scared." Wren expresses hugging herself a bit.

"What are you scared of exactly?"

"That this test will be for not. That I've....you know...." Wren begins having a hard time saying it aloud.

"That you don't love me. Right now I wouldn't blame you. Given that I buried you alive with what were practically the living dead next to you. Among other reasons. Look, I find this to be extremely awkward, but if you want to go through with this we can. But if you're not feeling comfortable with any of this, we can just end this here. And get some needed rest. I'm certainly in desperate need of it."

Wren hugs herself tighter and thinks on it before saying, "I knew I should've waited until tomorrow before asking this.....the last thing I want to do is bother you.....I just can't sleep with this fear in my head....I'm well and truly scared that I've already lost my love for you."

"You do realize there are other forms of love? Friendship is one, family is another. But then again, it's not losing love that you're afraid of, is it? I still remember Wren, how you hated it whenever I left you alone. I was too afraid to disobey my elder brother too far. While you, you were terrified of being alone. You hated it so much that you always plead with me to stay with you. Wanting me to remain longer, or to flat out leave my kin for you. Neither of which I could ever fulfill. Hell, I even blocked the memories of you and our child because I couldn't bare it anymore after I lost both of you. How sad and pathetic is that, seriously?"

"What....what are you saying?"

Death wrapped an arm around her and sat her down beside him on the bed, "Wren, I don't think you need this test to prove anything. You're only clinging to me because for the longest time, I was all you had. I was the only person you spent your days with, and when I was gone, you rarely left the house. You told me this yourself once, so I remember it clearly. You told me I was all you had left, that I was your purpose, your reason to keep living on without your family. Wren, I don't deserve you. Not after everything I put you through. You deserve someone better. Besides, if our suspicions about C are correct, you won't be alone. You'll have someone to care for."

Wren began to sob, partially because her concerns were realized. But also out of relief, strangely enough. She hugged Death again, who obliged right away this time, sensing she needed it. Death made sure to make this final act of love count. As much as he cared for Wren, he knew she couldn't be happy with him. She needed to find herself someone who could do what he failed to do. He had to let her go, so she could be free to find herself in her own way. Wren soon calmed down but remained in his arms longer, wanting to be sure this moment would be among those happiest memories of Death.

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solasan · 4 years

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15-25 for ced and alistair!

15. how adventurous are they?

oh, super adventurous. in any way u could possibly take that. out in the world, they’re both stupid and curious (truly some bimbo/himbo solidarity here) — cedany a little more so, because she’s obviously not seen much of the world, so she’ll often get distracted by something shiny or interesting in the wilderness and everyone (bar zev and leliana, who couldn’t lose her if they tried) has to take a few minutes to try and find her again.

in more, uh, intimate settings, cedany’s down for basically anything, and alistair wants to learn all he can. they’re both very careful abt making sure consent is a Big Thing between them, because of cedany’s unspoken issues there, but as long as they’re both interested in trying something new, they’re good. they’re a little less adventurous once they get back together, ‘cause they’re both in their mid-forties and have lived a lot more and have very little time left to be together, since they’re, y’know, on their calling, so they’re more concerned with just having each other, but they stay being horny so props to them i guess

16. do they keep secrets? lie? cheat?

alistair is less prone to secrets — he’s big on honesty — but given that most of cedany’s are very personal, trauma-based ones, ones she refuses to even acknowledge exist, he doesn’t often push for more from her on that front. neither of them are big liars, at least not with each other.

cheating is— a little more complicated. during his marriage, alistair kinda cheats on gwenore with cedany once or twice, but given that gwenore’s aware of these dalliances (after the first one, which was a shock) things get a little murky there. there’s also the issue of him Being Married that means he’s probably Technically cheating on cedany, but it’s, again, super complicated. she also takes other lovers over the years, but they’re technically broken up for most of those. by the end, though, there’s none of that. again, they’re desperate to just have each other again lmao

17. what would make them break up? would it be permanent?

in canon, they break up bcos of the whole ‘im a king and i cant marry a warden or a mage’ bullshit schtick, but that’s not permanent. they actually give their relationship a try more than once in the following years, but it just never works out — the timing is bad, or things are too difficult for them, or he has a family and can’t bear to disappoint his son. they do eventually reunite for their calling and remember why they loved each other and just say fuck it, let’s be in love before we die

outside of canon— they might near a breakup when kids became a topic of conversation, but idk. homeboy has that dialogue abt wanting any future at all with the warden, so ???

18. what are their dates like? how long do/did they date? do they ever feel the need to take a break from each other?

they don’t rly have ‘dates’. unless like… sharing a bowl of stew on a log by the fire together during a night watch and then sneaking off to shag in their tent counts? which is a shame bcos i rly do think alistair would pull out all the fucking stops for that shit — dinner, roses, the whole shebang.

they date technically for only like ??? six or seven months ?? but there’s a lot of tension leading up to that, and then they have a whole angsty entanglement for literally 25 years after that so…… it dont make cents luv x

during those 25 years they need to take breaks from each other all the time, bcos it’s painful to be around each other. but when they’re together during the blight ? could not pry them away from each other if u tried. they’re like halves of a whole, as cheesy and disgostang as that is

19. what do they fight about? what are their arguments like? how do they make up?

arguments between these two are loud and often involve cedany turning into a swarm of flies to chase him when her throat gets sore from yelling. they’ve fought abt a lot of shit over the years, too — in the beginning, she was pretty certain he was an actual, certified, mage-killing templar, so she picked on him relentlessly over the pettiest, tiniest things. then things were cool between them when they were dating, and then the messy breakup happened, and then cedany burned amaranthine to the ground and alistair was fucking pissed at her, and then he got married, and—

yeah. they’ve fought over a lot of stuff. they made up grudgingly in the early days, usually pushed to do it by leliana or wynne, but later on they don’t even rly apologise ??? they just kinda act like nothing happened, which is somehow almost worse, but neither of them rly knows how to cut through all the bullshit and hurt surrounding their relationship to be honest with each other

20. what does their home look like? their room?

:((( it’s just their tent during the blight. after that, they never share space again

21. do they share any interests or hobbies?

they share an interest in running at things with war-cries ??? shdkfhsk no they share other interests too; they’re both funny and like prodding at their companions for entertainment, and they could also both play with max (ced’s mabari) for fucking hours. alistair always lets cedany loop her flower crowns around his head or neck too, like a proper supportive boyfriend

22. does their work ever interfere with the relationship?

does his being king count as work ???? probably. so yes

23. how do they hug? kiss? tease? flirt? comfort?

hoo boy let’s go

hug: long, big bear hugs. like, spine-crushing ones. they’re both super duper touch-starved, so they sorta cling to each other. she’ll tuck her head into his neck or under his chin, and he’ll bury his face in her hair or shoulder or rly anywhere he can reach. they cuddle all the time when they’re Together together, genuinely

kiss: tentatively, at first, bcos alistair has no idea what he’s doing. after he’s gotten the hang of it, though, it’s usually passionate af — biting, tongues, everything. alistair is usually the one to soften the kisses, because he’s a big ole’ romantic, in which case they’re that gross couple just pulling back and leaning in to kiss each other again and again. by the end, though, they only have a couple of soft kisses — they’re mostly desperate, by that point, and they’re crying during a couple of ‘em, because who’s to know but them, right ??

tease: alistair teases clumsily. he once did a strip-tease for cedany and then got stuck inside his own shirt. cedany was laughing so hard she couldn’t help him for a good five minutes. cedany’s much more proficient at teasing him. he hates her for it — he’s always bright red by the time she’s done

comfort: quietly, surprisingly. neither of them are good at dealing with real, deep, emotions. they’re both very tactile people, so generally comfort will just involve sitting right beside the other, pressed close, so it’s not technically a hug — bcos cedany especially will never accept comfort outright, for fear of looking weak — but they know the other is there. if one is crying, though, the other will hold them; stroke their hair, their back, that kinda thing

24. any doubts about the relationship?

yea for obvious reasons shdkfhsjkd this is getting so long im just gonna rapid-fire move on u kno theyre messed up

25. how much time do they spend together? do they share their feelings, or hold things in?

in the blight, loads. after, very little. they’ll go years without seeing each other, honestly. alistair tries to share his feelings a couple times over the years but ced shuts that shit down bcos she just CANT. queen of holding things in. ok this is done im sorry emily ily

#this is 1.3k. i have a fucking problem #IM SORRY FOR GOING ON ABT THEM ILY #thank u for asking emily ur a babe 💖💖💖#ch: cedany amell #denerims #answered

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The man was getting dangerously close. Silviana put up her hands to slap his away, but boK choY grabbed the stranger’s wrist with a vine.

“Ugh stupid overgrown weed,” he pulled against the vine, “Koffing take care of this.”

The Koffing floated over to the little Bulbasaur. From her spot on Silviana’s shoulder Junipur jumped up and tackled the Koffing, bringing it to the ground. boK choY let go of the man to help Junipur pin the Koffing to the ground.

The Team Rocket member, his hands now free, grabbed Silviana by her arms pulling her up off the ground, “You better get that mongrel of yours off my pokémon!” He hissed.

Silviana curled her lip up, “I thought you didn’t want weak pokémon on your team,” she replied just as strongly.

The man growled, “You little brat,” he said as he shook her, “Good thing you’re not a part of Team Rocket, I–” He stopped. A sly smile grew across his face.

Silviana stared at his disturbing smile. Something about it told Silviana that she didn’t want to be anywhere near this man. With a grunt she pulled up her legs and kicked him in the chest with all her might. Which wasn't enough.

“Stupid girl, that isn’t going to help your situation, you’re coming with me!”

“No!” Silviana struggled in his grasp as he put her under his arm. Silviana shook her entire body, she looked over to see Junipur and boK choY still struggling with the Koffing. She tried to reach around to her bag’s side pocket where her other pokémon were, but it was no use. She opened her mouth to scream.

“If you scream I’m going to gag you.”

Silviana didn’t care, as long as someone saw what was happening. She took a big breath and…

“Ow! God dang!”

The grunt dropped her as he collapsed to his knees. Silviana quickly crawled away, she whipped her bag around and pulled out everyone. Bright flashes of red let out a Beedrill, a Victrybell, and a Spearow. When she turned back to the grunt he was shaking off the Charmander he was hurting earlier.

“Stupid runt! I said… Leave!” He kicked the charmander off with his other foot, the little orange pokémon went rolling into the dirt.

“Distract him you guys!” Silviana pointed at the grunt and ran over to the Charmander, seeing that it was ok, she focused her anger back to the grunt.

The stranger was trying to slap away Riot and Steng.

“Trahp use your vines and drive him toward the bridge! Steng make sure he doesn’t run anywhere to the sides! Riot go find an Officer Jenny!” Once she saw that her pokémon were taking care of the Rocket grunt, she looked to Junipur and boK choY. Both of them had finally subdued the Koffing, “Good work you two! He’s running now so we better get him his weak pokémon back.”

Junipur nodded and boK choY released the Koffing, it took a second for it to regain its senses before floating off after its master. Silviana heard a small screech and looked to see a worried looking Zubat chasing after the Koffing.

Silviana smiled. She heard a small cry behind her, the Charmander was lying on the dirt, its tail held a small flame.

Oh no.

Grabbing her bag, she reached in and pulled out a potion spray bottle. She crouched down, Junipur joined her.

“Hey there,” she sprayed the little orange pokémon gently, “you’re going to be okay, I promise that we’re gonna get you healed up and cared for nicely.”

As she sprayed the pokémon’s body gently, its breathing became normal, the flame became larger, and it looked to Silviana with worried eyes.

“I’m not going to hurt you,” she cooed gently, reaching into her bag again she pulled out some snacks that her and Junipur shared earlier on their journey. She got a small handful and placed it on the ground close to the Charmander and she backed away, she picked up Junipur as she did with no struggle. The brown pokémon watched her gently but Silviana didn’t seem to notice as she kept her eyes on the Charmander.

The little orange pokémon looked at the food longingly. It got up and crawled to pick up a couple pieces, after sniffing the food it ate it.

boK choY came to sit by Silviana. Her other pokémon that chased off the Rocket grunt came back slowly. And as they joined the small girl around the Charmander the little orange pokémon looked to them with wide eyes.

“We’re not going to hurt you, we want to help you,” Silviana spoke softly, “I’m glad you like the food,” she pulled out a pokéball, “I could take you to see Nurse Joy if you want,” she placed the pokeball on the ground and rolled it over to the pokémon.

The Charmander sniffed it but looked at her again.

Silviana giggled, “You could also join us, it doesn’t matter if you’re small now, with a little training you are going to grow up super strong and I would love to be here to see it.”

The Charmander looked to all of the pokémon that surrounded the small girl. It lowered itself to touch the pokéball with one of its tiny arms. It was sucked in immediately with a red flash. The pokéball didn’t even shake, it just clicked in success of the new catch.

Silviana smiled brightly and released Junipur from her lap to pick up the pokéball. She immediately let out her new pokémon.

The little orange pokémon gave her a soft cry and smiled.

“Welcome to the team… Caliouse.”

Caliouse smiled.

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Silviana walked along the grassy path that led toward the end of Route 25, she managed to catch a Psyduck that had run into Junipur. They had an interesting little battle and the Psyduck took a lot of hits before Silviana managed to catch it. Amare, the Psyduck, now walked beside them.

Amare was a strong opponent to some of the other trainers that were on this route. She was very brave for standing up against the stronger opponents and Silviana cheered her on valiantly for it.

They continued along until a small house came up to them at the end of the road. As Silviana walked up to it, holding Amare in her hands, the building had a bright glow coming from inside. Curiosity got the better of her and as Silviana walked up the steps to knock on the door, she heard a crash within.

“No! Ugh! These dumb pokémon hands!”

Pokémon hands?

Silviana pushed open the door. There was a mess of papers on the floor and a big purple pokémon leaned up against a computer that was resting on a desk nearby. Silviana watched as the Nidorino tried to press its large forepaws onto the computer keyboard.

“Hey there little fella, are you lost?” Silviana walked close to it.

The Nidorino turned around, “Oh thank goodness another person.”

Silviana stared at the Nidorino for a good minute. Then she screamed.

“OH MY GOD A TALKING POKEMON WHAT THE HECK!” She screamed.

“I’m not a pokémon I swear!” The Nidorino said.

“Liar! You are sitting right in front of me! And I’m understanding you! No wait… You’re understanding me!!!” Silviana was panicking, she put one hand on her head and checked her temperature.

No fever. So I’m not sick or hallucinating.

“Please miss! I’m a scientist! I tried to better understand pokémon by standing in their shoes and… well… It kinda got a little too literal.” He turned to a big machine at the back of his house. One of the chamber doors was open and Silviana could hear banging coming from the other chamber. A weird sound like a person making a pokémon noise was coming from it, it gave Silviana chills.

“Quick I think he’s trying to get out, we can’t have him loose! I have to get back into my body!” The Nidorino ran over to the open chamber, “Press the red button on my screen when I close this door!”

Silviana watched the Nidorino run into the open chamber and close it. She heard the sound of muffled talking but stayed where she was holding Amare.

Junipur, who had walked in beside her hopped onto the messy desk and walked across the keyboard.

“Junipur no!”

She was interrupted by a big flashing light from the weird machine in the back. It whirred and smoked after the flash and out of the other chamber door came a handsome man.

He had on a lab coat with nicer looking clothes underneath. His long brown hair swooped just below his eyebrows and his chin had a five o’clock shadow on hit. He put both hands out and stretched.

“Wow, you wouldn’t believe how uncomfortable that felt,” he chuckled.

Silviana just stared at the man.

He rubbed his neck with one hand, “I’m sorry you had to catch me like that, and thanks for clicking the button. I’m Bill.” He held out one hand.

Silviana put Amare back in her ball and shook Bill’s hand slowly.

“Now,” he looked around and approached his desk. He picked up a letter and went to hand it to Silviana, “I have some tickets for a cruise on the S.S. Anne, but my research is far too important. Besides, it’s the least I could do to say thank you.” He smiled at her.

Silviana just stared at the tickets, then at the man, then back at the tickets.

Bill sighed, “I can see that you’re still apprehensive about this,” he squatted down, he pinched his cheek and his arm different times, “I’m okay, and I’m very much real and back to normal. Go ahead,” he gestured with both hands to approach.

Silviana put a hand to his arm and gently pinched, Bill just smiled and chuckled. She put both her hands on his cheeks and pulled them apart.

“Ha ha! Ow! That huts,” he said with his lips and cheeks expanded.

Silviana let go with a faint chuckle, “Sorry. I just wanted to make sure. That was one of the craziest things… To see a talking pokémon right in front of me.”

“Yea, I can understand that,” he rubs the back of his neck again, “but those tickets are really for you. I wasn’t going to go anyway.” He hands the envelope to Silviana.

Silviana takes it with a big smile on her face, “Thank you Mr. Bill.”

“Ha ha, just Bill is fine,” he smiles and looks at Junipur, “and you better take good care of your pokémon there,” he stood up, “way back when, my grandfather created a neat system to hold pokémon in PCs, here,” he hands her a weird, almost lunchpail looking box, “here is a more advanced version, you can store all of the pokémon you get in here and certain ones will teleport back to that crazy Professor of yours for his research.”

Silviana took it but looked up at him confusedly, “How did you...?”

“Oh I know a thing or two about you adventurers,” he smiled and went to open the door, “and since you are one I believe you have another gym to conquer in the town you just came from.”

Silviana felt new determination in her heart, she picked up Junipur and walked out the door, “Thank you Bill!” She waved back to him.

Walking back to Cerulean she talked to Junipur who had moved to her shoulders, “You know, besides the fact that Bill was a pokémon when we first met him he was really cool.”

#zombielocke #silveelocke #pokemon #nuzlocke #pokemonnuzlocke #pokemon nuzlocke #let's go eevee #let's go pikachu #my writing

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do you think eugene is maybe scared of long boat trips? i was thinking about it the other day, maybe he plans on going on holiday with his s/o and the only way to go abroad would be on a boat right? but maybe he would get a little (a lot? im not an expert on this) ptsd while being on the boat and his s/o supporting him but not fully understanding because lets be honest, no-one apart from the soldiers fully understand this sort of stuff, and maybe there's another veteran on-board who helps him?

Before we get into it I wanna say I totally agree n that unless u actually have experienced that ur rly not gonna understand what the person is going thru n this applies to all kinds of trauma but just bc u dont understand doesnt mean u cant do ur best to or that u cant still love support n help them handle it n it doesnt mean they're not gr8tful for ur involvement even if u dont understand,, writing for post war eugene is always tricky cus I dont wanna assume ik how any of this goes or the extent of what it entails i havent done this I've barely done any research its heartbreaking tho n unfair n I just wanted to say all that before u get into this cus it's a combo of both asks but also more of a touchy subject than I feel like I've addressed here so that's just a heads up but enjoy!!

Omg eugene my bby

I def think hes still afraid of boats big time,, so when the two of u decide to go abroad for ur honeymoon it's a big decision for u two to make one w lots of beforehand discussions n considering all ur other options but in the end the push of ur families n the pull of the convenience of a boat eases u both into the decision, even tho nothing about it u kno is going to be easy,, Eugene is p nervous cus I mean the nightmares have lessened n u both have been learning how to handle his flashbacks n the like but u had never tried anything like this yet so on one hand it could be a good time to test the waters but on the other hand neither of u have any idea how itll actually go

Even just in the car on the way there he starts to get shakey n then on the dock it gets a bit worse but ur hands r on him somehow the whole time either locked in his or on his leg or arm or stuck in his pocket n that comforts him, ur touch anchors him n keeps him from drifting to worse thoughts it keeps him thinking about u instead,, its till hard tho just thinking about it being back on that boat forcing himself to remember hes going to France n it's not occupied n hes not alone n hes going to get to see the sights w his wonderful wife n thoroughly enjoy those bright French mornings n that it's going to be quiet, no more bombs or raids or alarms just u n him under thin sheets hot n sticky n just together n safe

But first,, the boat

On the boat? It was rough,, every bit of turbulence n every odd sway made him anxious n as much as u tried to entice him to enjoy more of the boats activities like a cabaret show or even just playing some chess out on the deck n tho u could get him out a few times n he did enjoy himself,, he spent most of his time in the cabin trying to ignore the fact he was on a boat at all,, the rest of his time not being coaxed out by u he spent napping in a deck chair w u often lounging beside him n watching over his sleep carefully, also making sure he didnt burn n lathering her exposed skin in sunblock as much as u could as he slept

U two kept busy in the cabin tho I mean it was ur honeymoon after all ;;;))) so he ravaged u as often as he could bc not only were u a comfort but also a distraction,, u did other things as well tho like laying n listening to ur favourite radio shows or playing guitar to him or sketching him or dancing together or once even doing a silly little fashion show where he def tripped after putting on ur heels

He did have a few attacks tho but u had prepared as best u could n even if some of ur cabin took a beating in an outburst u had always managed to talk him down n he spent a lot of time in ur arms

His breakdowns btw would come suddenly when something would trigger him like a sudden movement or a splash against ur window n then he would get angry n scared n become protective of u until his aggression bubbled over into hot tears drowned out by ur soft words of confirmation trying to tell him u were on a modest cruise liner n u were going to Europe n that the guns n the bombs n the tropical climate were all far away n u would pull him into a cold shower w u n he would often (fuck u hard first then) just cling to u n cry until he could calm down n fall asleep n if he stirred in his sleep u would repeat the process until he could sleep soundly

He was gr8tful to finally be off the boat n back on land tho n once in Paris the two of u could rly enjoy ur honeymoon beginning w breaking in ur hotel bed ;;;)))

But then the two of u got to see the Eiffel Tower n the Seine n the Louvre n Notre dame n it was all so amazing!!!! U spent half the time w ur head in ur sketchbook n he spent all his time taking photos of u w ur head in ur sketchbook lol

The photos were brilliant n sweet n excessive n there were def a few of u bare n freshly fucked (pardon my french) w the Parisian skyline out the window behind u, the morning like shining thru ur messy hair like a halo,, but there were also many of him from the perspective of u kneeling over him n many more of both of u playfully holding up the tower or picnicking in front of a cathedral w u plucking at ur guitar or him w a bottle of wine at his lips

It was all v picturesque n romantic n perfect n u thought he deserved nothing less n he thought the same for u ::""))

U spent about 4 weeks there together n he had throughly used his time to fuck u in every way possible n use every toy u brought with but then it was suddenly time to go home n u were concerned about eugene being back on the boat but he seemed less nervous when u got on n he admitted to feeling a lot better after the first trip n this time he actually went out w u n u played board games w other passengers n danced in the halls n sang w the cabaret n he still sunbathed n napped n made love to u n wrecked ur cabin n u still listened to all ur radio shows n drew n sang but ur lives felt more full somehow after this experience

Oh n u def showed off everything u had bought is Paris n as much as he loved that silk dress on u he loved peeling it off u even more ;;;)))

He rly did feel better when u were finally home to ur little cottage for the first time together as a globetrotting married couple ::"")) he felt better that he hadnt handled it nearly as bad as hed expected n urs n his trip abroad left u feeling loved n cultured n more experienced in life plus u both had taken a huge chance n now u were better for it n felt more capable n confident that he was getting better n it was an affirmation that u would take care of him n that u would always be there for him, just as u had said in ur vows ::""))

He was happy to consummate ur new marriage in ur own bed for the first time tho lol n on top of that gr8 feeling it was just gr8 that he felt less held back w u there w him especially after the boat experience

So yeah a quick note I rly do think he would be terrified of ever stepping foot on a boat again n would refuse it n be vvv adamant about not doing it again for a vvv long time but I think he could be worn down n would EVENTUALLY be ok w it but maybe not this fast n tho I dont feel like I go into much detail here he def has a hard time on the boat as well like hes just agitated the whole time n probably was prescribed some medication for it if just some motion or sea sickness meds n maybe anxiety but i would say it prolly makes him drowsy so hes kinda out of it which keeps him calm but doesnt stop certain flashbacks n maybe he lashes out n hurts someone once in a while cus it's incredibly traumatic returning to that environment but anyway yeah he would be v fidgety n not like it but in this scenario hes willing to take a chance given how well hes been recovering n how much he trusts u n how much u have helped him n the option had pull so that's why but rly I dont think irl he would have gone back on a boat anywhere near that soon but this is romantic fiction so ::))

Also I have a v specific image of who eugene is w if u cant tell lol so I'm sorry for that specificity but I'm so whipped for him n his gal I lov sm I hope u enjoy n guys I'm so motivated to finally write out the storyline I have for him I'm gonna finally get out his fic ok I promise

#she has a voice!!!#joe mazzello #not queen #nut #the pacific #eugene sledge x reader #eugene sledge #anon asks #answered asks #send asks #send me asks #asks #anons #anon me too wow #anon #send me anons #anonymous

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the-voice-of-hell · 3 years

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Rent is Theft, part 16

Read from the beginning here, read the previous chapter here. Note: My MC is a Filipina trans woman and I am not. If you have notes on that or anything else, hit me up.

***

“I dunno… Is it OK if I take a shower?”

“Is it OK if I help out?”

“Um, I just want to get clean.”

I stood up and took her in my arms. “Aw, it’s no big deal. Sex can be kinda messy and embarrassing. You should be proud of yourself. That was awesome.”

“But you didn’t...”

“I’ll get mine, Leimomi. We have all the time we want.” I kissed her cheek. “Go shower up, be quick. I’m gonna straighten myself out too.”

She nodded and went through her bedroom into the bathroom. I washed my face and hands in the sink, then went to figure out what to do with my clothes.

The low lights in the room made a mirror of the big window, but a dim one. I checked myself out in it, hand on a hip, ooh la la. But something about the darkness just made me look old and skeletal. I decided to put on all my clothes.

Momi was taking long enough that I had a bored minute, so I went to intercept. I didn’t want her to shy away after she was done with the shower, figured I wouldn’t let her get the opportunity. I stood outside her bathroom door and waited.

She stepped out and I spread my arms. “I missed you. C’mere.”

“Uh, OK.” She inched closer and I folded myself around her.

“We’re good, right?” I searched her eyes.

“Oh course, Courtney.”

“Good.” I pecked her lips once. “Let’s relax on your bed. Come on.”

She nodded. I got onto the bed quick, resisting the temptation to bounce in like a kid. To my disappointment, she started putting on her pajamas. Oh well. I took the moment to surreptitiously watch her luscious body as it disappeared into cloth. Click went the camera of my memory, then I looked away so she wouldn’t notice.

Momi got into bed beside me and pulled the blanket over us. It was the blanket that came with the unit. Her apartment must have been less ravaged by the allergy episode than mine was. I got close, hugging her with my whole body, then looked her in the eyes.

“Hey, you mind if I feel you up? Just for a minute. I like the way your bod feels through the clothes.”

“Mm, just a minute. I mean, I just took a shower.”

I laughed like a movie villain and rubbed her all over. It was a good time, but I didn’t want to be too self indulgent, so I settled back into laying beside her pretty quickly.

I felt something slipping at my scalp - the scarf came loose, and Reverse Courtney immediately started in on us. “Momi! Momi! We don’t belong here, baby! Get out while the gettin’s good! Don’t trust Courtney! I can’t believe you trusted Courtney! This is your life baby!”

I was mad. “Hey! Hey!” I pawed at the back of my head and she nipped me with painful bites. I checked to make sure they didn’t draw any blood while she rattled on.

Momi looked startled and upset at first, but then realized the culprit - some of her hair had wormed free of the scarves, and pulled mine off. The strand was whipping around her head, trying to pull off the rest of her wrap.

We both fell about the bed, wrestling with ourselves, lending each other hands as needed. I felt like a cowboy at a demented surreal porn rodeo. At last, we had our heads bound again, and fell in beside each other - this time sitting up, uncomfortably sweaty, romance exhausted.

She sobbed once into her hands. “What can we do? What can we do?”

I held her close. “I’ll figure it out. I did last time, I’ll do it again. You’ll see.”

“But how? Allergies is a thing that happens. You can do something to that. Nobody turns into a monster.”

“We’re not monsters honey, but you gave me a good idea. We can look up books about monsters. If the other thing had an answer, I bet this does too. It has to. It does.”

“...I guess.” She let me comfort her with embraces. I loved it.

“Hey. Ever since I messed up before, ever since we had that hard night, I felt sick. I was sure I’d never feel OK again without you, sure I loved you.”

She couldn’t look at me, feeling too intense, face red.

“I love you, Leimomi. I wanna be your girlfriend for life. I never wanna let you go.”

She still couldn’t talk, just pulled me back under the blankets and held me close. I don’t know why we cried. We cried a lot. Life is the worst.

***

The first date was a kind of test to see if the volatile feelings would break into conflict and push us apart again. We spent that night sleeping together. Well, I slept eventually, but had been awake for more than an hour, just watching her.

After that, I felt great. That turbulent energy was still there the next morning, but everything we did, every moment that passed helped to iron it out. I invited her to my apartment for breakfast, did the housewife thing again. Every time we were close, we touched.

We sat across the kitchenette island from each other as we ate, talked about little things like nail polish and annoying neighbors. She didn’t care for Perry, but the man was intentionally off-putting, so reasonable feelings all around. We laughed nervously at each other’s jokes.

As I went to put our dishes in the sink, I noticed the couch I’d dragged into the bedroom since my bed flew out the window. That’s no place to make love. I needed a real bed. I remembered noticing her bed was the one that came with the unit, and that reminded me there was another unit on the floor - with another bed in it. I could just drag that into my place. Bing bang boom.

I sat across from Momi again and a feeling began to come over me slowly. Time still existed. I still needed to do things within that unfortunate continuum. What would she do with herself? If she was half as jittery as me, having nothing to do would be unbearable.

She noticed my concern. “Are you OK?”

“Yeah,” I put my hand out and we touched. “Just being annoyed that there’s shit to do in the world. I’ve gotta get a job, gotta research werewolves, that kinda thing.”

“Huh. Sorry. Is there anything I can do to help?”

“Mm, sometimes maybe? Probably not now. I’ll be too distracted if you’re here.” I smiled big. “You make me crazy, girl.”

“Sure,” she rolled her eyes. “I guess I can go bug Marcie.”

“If he’s around, maybe you could get to know Deandre. He’s young, bet you have a lot in common.”

“Uh huh.” She slipped away from me and stood up to leave.

I scrambled around the counter to meet her with a big hug. “I love you too much, baby. I’ll see you real soon. Kiss me.”

She complied, making me feel weird about it. Why did I make a command of it? Like Dracula or something. I tried to make the most of the kiss and squeezed her tight. I resisted the urge to smack her sexy ass as she left. I’m a bad person.

I got the laptop running, went into my e-mail, checked my notes. I didn’t have enough bites to justify spending a lot of time massaging the leads, had to generate some new ones. It was tedious work, but mostly less nerve-wracking than trying to get an interview.

But as I went about it, my mind rebelled. Fuck this shit. Before I knew what I was doing, I was making a spreadsheet listing out important information about the floor. Column A - names. Column B - blank. Column C - rent. Column D - what to call it? I settled on “curses.”

Courtney - - - $000 - mouth on head tries to defeat me

Leimomi - - - $000 - hair like crazy snakes causing trouble

Graeme - - - $200 - port-wine stain? red hands and arms

Marcie - - - $200 - something on her chest

Richie - - - $000 - hair catches fire

Perry - - - $000 - don’t know

Patrick - - - $200 - don’t know

Methadone Mike - - - $000 - turning green

Deandre - - - $100 - don’t know

Olivia - - - $000 - neck pops up

Knobby - - - $000 - floor shitting werewolf? not exactly bipedal, at minim.

I leaned back and considered the screen. Maybe there’s a werewolf cure that isn’t a bullet, but what about me? Worse, what about Momi? She was so sad and afraid. I hated it.

There’s an obvious enough cure, I thought, with a voice not entirely my own. What’s the one thing happening here that is unusual, that no one ever does? It has to be the cause, right? The building is allergic to you. Leave the fucking building.

Yeah. I know. Just give me a damn minute. Maybe we could cure everybody just by giving up the place and leaving, but we needed more money, income sources, before that would be a safe thing to do. Meanwhile, we needed that werewolf under control.

To that end, I committed to getting a job ASAP and to muzzling the dog. I minimized my spreadsheet and went at the job crap with the energy of anger.

I couldn’t bear a full two hours of it, but didn’t want to seem weird by bugging Momi yet, so I went to get the bed out of 1207. I brought the big key ring, clink clink. The door seemed eager to open, almost flying out of my grip.

I clutched the knob for dear life. The whole apartment was fucked apart, the wall between the bedroom and living room wobbling in the breeze, a vast puckered hole in the windows stretched across both rooms.

More than anything I was tempted to get out in the hall, pull the door closed, and pretend I’d never opened it. But I wasn’t getting sneezed out the window yet, and it was probably a good idea to know more about what the hell was going on. The air pressure began to equalize between the hall and the room, allowing me to let go of the handle and walk inside - with careful, halting steps. Behind me the door flapped irregularly in the wind.

The fourth of the apartment closest to the hall was the least malformed, but it still had a creepy pulse, a softness that allowed it to bow in and out. It was coated in a thin sheen of mucus. As the apartment neared the windows, it got progressively worse. The laminate was warped apart. The underlying plaster and concrete of the building seemed translucent, organic, exuding thicker streams of gelatinous slime in some areas, blistering out into red sores in other areas. It was warped and folded and breathed with more dramatic motion than the area by the door. At the outer edge of the apartment, it barely hewed to the window, and the window itself had bulged into a wheezing rippling orifice big enough to drive a truck through.

The ground beneath me shifted and I stepped quick to renew my footing. The places my feet had been touching the floor were now bleeding sores. So this is what happens without the allergy medicine. Fucking hell. The kitchenette island was a bulwark against the worst of the outer reach of the apartment, something to cling to if the place sneezed, and I hid behind it with hands gripping the top, raising welts.

How about that bed? I glanced to the furniture. Over the countertop I could see the living room furniture had slid around, was half upended, but was intact and not too bizarre. It was hard to see the bed from my angle, but I knew that even if it was in good shape, it was too risky to try to move it out. Probably covered in nasty-ass mucilage anyhow.

“Oh my LORD!” Perry was at the door, hanging from the frame, looking fit to fall and break his hip.

The massive hole in the window breathed in, rippling luridly as if to taunt him - or suck him out on the back draft. I took the risk of startling him by hustling to the door in a hurry, gently shoving him out, holding him up against the wall, closing the door with my foot.

His face looked forlorn, unworldly. Ghost-blanched, eyes searching for Heaven but only finding ceiling. But as the air pressure in the hall returned to normal, those eyes came to rest on me, the expression stern. “Just what in hell are you tryin’ ta do to us?”

“I’m just trying to help, Perry. Really.”

“People tryin’ ta help. All the time,” his voice was so damn loud, “I hate it!”

I eased off of him, trying to make sure as I did that he could stand on his own. “Yeah, that’s fine, but maybe you should go take a nap, man. It’s been a hard morning, right?”

He swatted away my support with his massive but frail old hands. “I hate you all.”

Did he have an extra knuckle on each finger?

***

I had to do that research, but that shouldn’t have been too hard, so I decided to take Momi with me. I found her in her apartment. She looked eager to get out, but had to get dressed first. We looked a little ridiculous with our head wraps. No culture in the world does it as dorky as we were doing. Necessity is the mother of bad fashion innovations.

I might have walked if I was going alone, but I didn’t want to wear anybody else out. We took the bus. I held her arm and leaned my head on her shoulder. I kissed her cheeks and just doted on her as much as she’d allow.

Every moment felt good, but in a strange way, like a balloon about to pop or a dam about to burst. If the explosion happened, what would it mean? I hoped it wasn’t from some inner awareness that it couldn’t last.

We must have given the impression of people in mourning. We were emotionally worn out and physically comforting each other. I didn’t notice any homophobic glares. But then, I wasn’t noticing much besides her. I wished I could see her pretty hair again.

I’d have preferred to buy her something nice to eat, but we got cheap wrapped sandwich halves from a drug store and split a bottled water. After wolfing that down on a cold concrete bench, we hiked six blocks to the library.

Most of the new library was avant garde modernist architecture with cold antihuman materials, angles, proportions. The walls were a lattice of brushed steel beams and bulletproof glass, the floors marble that weirdly ended a foot short of the walls so that if you made the mistake of stepping too close, you’d break your ankle. The irregular plastic drop ceiling and lights alternated between too short and too tall, too bright and too dark. All the furniture was too narrow to sit in comfortably for anyone slightly wider than my skinny ass. The whole effort seemed like it was intended to discourage homeless people from falling asleep, even sitting up.

Most of the library was like that, but if one felt bold enough and clever enough to navigate the maze of narrow escalators, they could reach a dark wood lounge at the top level - with comfortable leather furniture and well placed, warm reading lights. The place had a classist air that acted like an invisible doorman and despite the lack of an actual security presence, only a very few hobos lounged up there amid tense college kids and old people that quietly radiated old economy money.

I knew about that lounge, despite the rest of the building’s efforts to repel me, and I dragged Leimomi up there by the hand. We came out of a narrow royal orange plastic corridor into the warm dark space and she visibly relaxed. There was some cool daylight up there as well, filtered through the distant steel and glass cage. The floor here ended twenty feet shy of the wall, one short bannister all that separated people from a mortal plunge to some random lower floor. But the isolated platform layout just made the lounge even more cozy, like a carefully crafted bird’s nest in a crook of a high building ledge. We found a love seat and sank into it.

Momi didn’t know if she was allowed to talk until she overheard someone else chatting in low tones. She spoke very quietly. “How did you know this nice place is up here?”

“A guy took me here on a date when the place first opened. Anyway, I remembered the rare book collection is up here, and thought to myself, old books about monsters. That’s the place to look.”

“What do you even think you can find out? I never heard of nothin’ like this.”

I rubbed my head fingers bumping into the head wraps uncomfortably. “Well, I am confident one thing will cure all of us, and that’s leaving the building. But it’ll take time to scrounge up the income to get out, have somewhere to go. So until then, I just want to focus on one of us - the werewolf.”

“The werewolf. Who is a werewolf?”

“I think it’s Knobby, the way he’s stooped over? And some other things... Anyway, some other tenants in the building have been talking about some kind of big dog or hairy man out in the halls, making a mess and causing trouble. That puts us all at risk. If I get any more mouths I can wrap myself like a mummy. But the werewolf is out of control.”

“I guess that’s why you’re gonna try to fix him instead of us.”

I rubbed her shoulder. “I have a plan to fix us already. I’m gonna get a job so I can afford for us to move. This stuff should clear right up, I bet.”

She nodded and looked at her lap.

“Well, I don’t think you’ll get in trouble for slouching and catching a few winks, because I’ll be next to you. Just don’t snore too loud, right?”

“Yeah.”

“I’ll be as quick as I can.”

“Yeah.”

I felt bad for bringing her, but a change of scenery was still probably good for her, even if it was boring. I left her to find some old werewolf nonsense, see if there was such a thing as an exorcism for it. Fortunately the digital catalog turned up one promising result right away - a book from 1912 titled “Werwolves.” I brought the beat-up old book back to the loveseat quickly for perusal.

The subject of exorcism came up quickly in the book. “Is it possible to exorcize the evil power of metamorphosis possessed by the werwolf, or, as those would say who see in the werwolf, not the possession of a property, but a spirit, ‘to exorcize the evil spirit’? For my own part, and basing my opinion on my own experiences with other forms of the superphysical, with regard to the success of exorcism I am sceptical.” Fuck. I kept reading.

“I am not only dubious as to the powers of exorcism generally, I am also dubious as to its effect on werwolves. I have come across a good many alleged cases of its having been successfully practised on werwolves, but in regard to these cases, the authority is not very reliable, nor the corroborative evidence strong.” Well tell me about the cases, genius.

The book was written in a conversational style - not much sense to the order of it. But it was easier to skim than you’d expect with the pretentious style, and eventually I found some examples - and some actual rituals. I copied them by taking pictures with my phone, using a book as an improvised monopod. But since it would be easier to peruse the relevant sections from the book itself - and it wasn’t available for checkout - I took advantage of our time at the library to do it.

“Nearly all the methods prescribed embrace the use of some potion; such, for example, as sulphur, asafoetida, and castoreum, mixed with clear spring water; or hypericum, compounded with vinegar--which two potions seem to have been (and to be still) the most favoured recipes for removing the devilish power...

The ceremony of exorcism proceeded as follows: The werwolf was sprinkled three times with one of the above solutions, and saluted with the sign of the cross, or addressed thrice by his baptismal name, each address being accompanied by a blow on the forehead with a knife; or he was sprinkled, whilst at the same time his girdle was removed; or in lieu of being sprinkled, he had three drops of blood drawn from his chest, or was compelled to kneel in one spot for a great number of years.”

Fuck. We didn’t have that kind of time, and the less we had to mutilate a boy, the better.

“The rites that were performed in connexion with this ceremony (and which I understand are those most commonly observed in exorcizing all manner of evil spirits) were as follows...” The routine was elaborate, and there was a version that only involved shin kicks, so less knifey. That was nice. I closed up the book when I was satisfied and wound an arm around Leimomi, careful not to loosen her head wrap.

“Hey kiddo. You wanna chill for a little longer, or get going? We don’t have to go back home right now. Maybe we can take a bus to Mars and chill.”

“Mm, Mars is good.”

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#Rent is Theft #part 16 #honestly not sure when i wrote this #but i finished the first draft #nanowrimo july 2021

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April 3 Soundwave Stream - Dial M For Murder

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

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

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