#Yet another thought… wings? King doesn’t have em (yet) but we don’t know enough about titans!!

[deadm0ss]

More titan luz time!! I got more ideas for how stuff works

Starting off right in the middle of the finale, after kings dad leaves her body instead of goin back to full human she’s still a titan but “powered down”. Slightly longer hair, and lil baby fangs an horns immediately apparent with the bones and fluff still there too

Over the next few years her horns would continue growing and so would she. Tall luz supremacy. She’s like a full head and a half taller than amity by the king-ceañera. Unlike king who’ll get island sized she caps out around the height kings dad showed themselves to her as.

(My brain keept spinning the thought ‘hmm what about when she gets her adult fangs’, yet more for the brainworms to feast on>:3)

[evienyx]

DSMP Citizens POV- Part 1

I've seen a lot of the memes going around, but I'm not funny enough to write that, so here's my addition to the trend :p

This is part one, because I had a lot of fun with this and want to do it more.

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DSMP Citizen POV Masterlist

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Sometimes, it was odd for the residents of the Dream SMP to be reminded of the fact that the constant state of chaos that their server was in was not, in fact, reflective of every server.

"Why did we move here?" One woman in Snowchester whispers to another as the sirens go off for yet another nuke test and they duck down into their bunker.

The other shrugs. She doesn't have an answer. No one does.

Things started out all right, the people supposed. There weren't any wars, at least. Some of those who lived on the server before the Revolution could remember back far enough to tell you about the first true conflict, between Dream, the creator of their home, and TommyInnit, a sixteen-year-old who could yell shockingly loud, even for a teenager. Dream fought against Tommy and Tubbo (yet another teenager), and it seemed to all be in good fun.

Some will tell you now, though, that the signs of tension were already there, and when Wilbur Soot joined, those tensions only escalated.

One moment, things on the server were normal, the next, there was a Revolution.

"Did anyone else hear Dream shouting about 'white flags' this morning?" One person would ask their friends, and receive nods in return. "Anyone know what it's about?"

"A Revolution," one would respond. "Wilbur Soot and TommyInnit are starting a new country."

"Oh," the first would hum. "How long until they get completely crushed?"

"Eh, I give 'em a week."

It was only a week, but it did not end the way anyone thought it would. Instead, L'Manburg gained its independence after TommyInnit gave up his discs once he lost a duel with Dream.

"Is the L'Manburg cabinet missing someone?"

"No, I don't think so. Anyway, did you hear that Dream just declared that Eret is to be crowned king?"

"...Can he do that?"

"He's Dream. He can do whatever he wants."

After the Revolution, when the server finally had more than one ruling faction, more than one place to live, things seemed to pick up a bit. President Soot, with Vice President Innit (VP Tommy, the people called him), ruled over L'Manburg, and called it a place of freedom. When word spread to other servers, people came to see for themselves.

And often, they stayed.

It was peaceful, for a while.

"President Soot announced he's holding an election," one man said to his wife one day.

"Really?"

"Yeah. Said it was for democracy." The man snorted. "He and Innit are the only party running, though. Sounds like a bunch of bullshit to me."

"Darling, I know you're still salty about losing the war, but there's no reason to talk bad about a child," his wife said.

The man wrinkled his nose. "Still."

It was peaceful during the campaign.

For a while.

Then, though, Quackity announced that he was running for president, with GeorgeNotFound, best friend of Dream himself, as his running mate.

"This feels like a sitcom," one girl says as she watches the debate reruns with her friends.

"At least it's entertaining," her friend replies, shoving popcorn into his mouth.

And, for the people of the Dream SMP, from both L'Manburg and the Greater SMP, it was entertaining.

Until the election results came in, Schlatt was declared the winner, and President Soot and VP Tommy were banished.

"Dude, dude!" One teen says to their friends, running up to meet them on the Prime Path.

"What is it?"

"I just saw Technoblade join the server!"

The arrival of the Blood God shifted something in the people of the Dream SMP. When he joined Pogtopia, the rebellion being led by the two ex-leaders of the country, the people felt something settle within themselves.

All of a sudden, choosing sides wasn't as simple as where you live.

It was what you care about.

As the son of the ex-president burned down the old flag, the people of the Dream SMP, of (L')Manburg and of the Greater SMP, realized suddenly that they had to make a choice.

Without even wanting to, without doing anything to deserve it, they would have to fight.

Some people went to Pogtopia, some stayed in Manburg, some in the Greater SMP. Those in the latter two stayed where they were because they wanted to stay out of it.

It didn't change anything, in the end.

In Manburg, they watched their president (Emperor) fall further and further into alcohol, yelling at his cabinet and talking of expanding into territory that they had no right to.

In the Greater SMP, murmurs of King Eret's attempts to assist the Pogtopia rebels filled the alleyways.

In Pogtopia, people sat and watched the decline of the man that they had all once believed in. As Wilbur Soot slowly devolved until he was no longer recognizable as the man who had once led people to freedom, the residents of Pogtopia ate potatoes farmed by a man famous for his bloodlust and pretended that they were sleeping somewhere warm.

The day of the Manburg Festival, though, things felt better. Other than ex-president Soot and ex-VP Tommy (Wilbur and Tommy, the two insisted. No one listened), everyone, even the rebels in Pogtopia, were invited to attend. The people wandered through the stalls playing games, watching as Soot's son attempted (in vain) to drown Technoblade, buying food, and chatting with people from other factions, friends and family that they hadn't spoken to in weeks.

When the time came for the speeches, before the true festivities were set to begin, everyone was feeling good about the day. People congratulated Secretary Tubbo for a successful event, and offered him small words of encouragement for his speech coming up. The teenager would grin at all who spoke to him, and looked (rightfully) proud of how well he organized and decorated the festival.

Secretary Tubbo gave his speech, and people clapped, and then fell silent as President (Emperor) Schlatt laughed, asked for his Vice-President's assistance, and encased the teenager in a cage of concrete.

And then he called Technoblade to the stage.

And then, in front of the people of the Dream SMP, a teenager was executed in a spray of color that shot toward the sky.

Fireworks rained down on the people in the stands, then, and, regardless of where they were from, the people of the Dream SMP ran.

The Pogtopia ranks grew that day, and a nineteen-year-old who claimed to be a doctor without showing any credentials forced four other people to help her heal VP Tommy after he fought Technoblade in a pit, egged on by a man who once might have called himself his brother.

"How is this kid not dead yet?" One of the helpers asked, looking at the unconscious teenager's face.

"Pure spite?"

The first hummed. "Sounds about right."

One day, a bit after the festival, the people of Pogtopia woke to find Vice President Quackity walking through the ravine as if he owned the place.

One resident was noted to rub his eyes, blink three times, and then say, "It's too early for this shit," before heading back to bed.

A surprising number of people followed his lead.

Finally, the day of November 16th came, when Wilbur Soot and TommyInnit vowed to take their country back.

"I heard President Soot is planning to blow up L'Manburg," one Pogtopian woman mentioned to her friend as they suited up and prepared to fight, as they had signed up to be part of the forces.

"That's stupid," her friend replied.

"Bet you ten diamonds he blows something up."

"Fine."

As the country of L'Manburg blew sky-high, one woman was seen following another, screaming that she wanted her diamonds.

When Pogtopia won the war, the forces from both sides sat outside of the remains of the van as President Soot, VP Tommy, Secretary Tubbo, Dream, Technoblade, and many more, all piled inside to confront Emperor Schlatt.

They emerged fifteen minutes later, and Dream announced to the crowd that Schlatt was dead.

There was no time for the news to sink in, as they played hot potato with the presidency, going from VP Tommy to Wilbur Soot to Secretary Tubbo.

"President Soot is leaving, do you see that?"

"Probably going to the river to celebrate the win, if you know what I mean."

"Literally shut up. Never speak again. I hate you."

As the newly-inaugurated President Tubbo finished his speech, the people felt a wave of relief wash over them. Maybe the server could finally be peaceful once more.

Then, there was the tell-tale hiss of explosives under their feet, and the people ran as the ground beneath them fell away.

Stories of what happened next are conflicting, to say the least.

Words of President Soot dying in the explosion, of him turning the blade on himself, of another man killing him.

"He had wings," people who saw the man said. "Blonde hair, a green hat and robes. He stabbed Soot with the guy's own sword."

Technoblade apparently gave an incredible speech, and anyone who was there to witness it lamented that they hadn't recorded it.

Then, two Withers flew through the sky, and blood ran down the newly-exposed stones, and people who had never experienced death on the server before finally knew what it was like to die.

Afterward, though, when the anarchist had fled and the ex-President lay dead, President Tubbo, with VP Tommy by his side, stood and addressed the people, and made promises of a brighter future, and the hope and determination in his eyes was enough for the people to hope that maybe he was right.

("Whoa, cool wings, dude," a resident of L'Manburg said to their newest neighbor, a man in green with wings, burned across all the feathers, sprouting from his back. "Wait, what happened to them?"

"Oh, I was protecting my son from the explosion," the new resident replied.

"Oh, I'm so sorry. Is your son all right at least?"

"No, he died just a few minutes afterward. His last life, too." The man sighed. "As much as I hate to admit it, he probably deserved it."

A beat. "What did he do?"

"Well, you may have heard of him. Wilbur Soot? He was the president here before Schlatt, I believe."

"...Holy shit, you're the bird man that killed President Soot!"

"Yeah, mate, that's me."

"...He was your son?"

"...Yeah."

"...What the fuck is wrong with your family?")

[stevetonygames]

Spotlight Post: Canon Soulmate Bonds

Yooo, this is a blog takeover, Mizzy here, ready to champion one of my favourite fictional causes: canonical soulbonds in the Marvel universe.

We all love a good soulbond fic. Words on your body, names on your wrist, red string of fate...so many glorious versions, and all of them *completely awesome*. The problem sometimes with starting a soulbond fic, though, can be all the worldbuilding required to make it work. But what if I was to tell you that no worldbuilding was necessary? That you could technically write a soulbond fic without having to set it in an Alternate Universe? What if you could set your soulbond fic *directly in main canon?*

Marvel 616 delivers you a canonical soulbond mechanic… not once… but at least *twice*. There could be more. There’s a lot of comics to go through and I’m only smol. But here’s the two I know about and I’m here to introduce you to today. :)

The was a ripple of mild confusion around fandom when Kevin Feige announced that the Eternals were getting a title movie in the next phase of the Marvel Cinematic Universe. Created by Jack Kirby in the 1970s, in a wild combination of mythological fascination and spite at DC comics for not letting him finish his New Gods saga, the Eternals were an offshoot of humanity, created by the Celestials for humanity’s protection; this reason for their existence would lead them into their ongoing conflict against the deadly Deviants. There have been a few Eternals runs (notably one run by Neil Gaiman, which did not serve to bring the Eternals the commercial success Marvel was searching for with the title, that nevertheless remains the most fun and accessible Eternals volume), but they’ve not yet really reached wide-reaching traction among even the most die-hard comic fans. The MCU might change that, and here’s hoping, because I love these nearly-immortal idiots, and I’m hoping not to be alone in that for much longer. :D

But even my Eternals-happy soul has to admit, Eternals canon for the most part is dense and can be convoluted, and the spellings—both of their character names and one of the main fun parts of their existence, the Mahd W’yry—are enough to give one a headache. The idea of the Eternals is that they’re long-lived and have interacted with human history over the years in various impactful ways. You might think at first glance that you’ve never heard of the Eternals Sersi, Ikaris, Makkari, but I think you wouldn’t find Circe, Icarus, or Mercury unfamiliar names.

The Mahd W’yry is a symptom of the Eternals being so long-living. In order to stop them going insane, the Eternals have to bond into something known as the Uni-Mind, which basically squishes all their consciousnesses together into one, where they can share memories and blend temporarily into one mind. Regularly bonding into the Uni-Mind allows them to stave off the Mahd W’yry. (Yep, that’s just a headache-inducing spelling of ‘mad worry’, we know.)

Anyway, did you need to know all this? Eh, maybe, a little bit of canned backstory is always handy for you to briefly glance over and promptly forget. Because along with some dense mythological adventures, some glorious angsting across beautiful landscapes, and that ability to turn into a big massive floating brain, the Eternals also gave us a beautiful gift:

The Gann Josin.

In Avengers #361, Ikaris comes down to Earth and decides that Sersi needs to be bonded to Dane Whitman, an Avenger who canonically didn’t have any powers, he was just a *really good guy*, destined for tragedy. Honestly. That’s his bio. Really good guy. Destined for tragedy. The character creation in the 90s was peak talent. Dane, sadly, was in love with another woman, but did this matter to Ikaris? No. Apparently the Eternals don’t know about the dangers of letting himbos like Ikaris have life-changing powers, like the ability to create the Uni-Mind. 

Because the power to control the Uni-Mind also gives an Eternal the power to form a Gann Josin bond. And that’s what Ikaris does in Avengers #361—he forces a Gann Josin bond on Eternal Sersi and tragic human Avenger Dane Whitman.

Gann Josin (sometimes Gan-Josin because what is spelling continuity in Marvel comics) is both the name of the bond, and the title given to an Eternal and their chosen life-mate. It has a bunch of cool side effects. Both Gann Josins get glowing full-red eyes. It’s a really intimate tiny form of the Uni-Mind (without the part where you become a big floating brain), and creates a small scale mental union. The Gann Josin bond makes the Eternal and their partner lifelong soulmates. As the bond progresses, it creates a telepathic/empathic bond that strengthens in time. According to the Eternal Sprite, humans are rarely chosen by Eternals for the Gann Josin.

Now, Dane Whitman does manage to break the Gann Josin several issues later. But… it’s not easy. It’s rare. When Dane manages it, it is called an “astounding act.” It’s pretty dang hard, in other words. There’s every chance your chosen Gann Josins won’t have the mental fortitude of Dane Whitman to break it. (Although, we’re talking about Steve and Tony, and are there any bigger stubborn idiots in the universe? Probably not.)

But Mizzy, I hear you saying. I don’t want to write about Ikaris, even if he is a party king and that sounds pretty nifty. I don’t know anything about the Eternals and I don’t want to go down that gnarly rabbit hole.

That’s totes fine, my friend. I am here to save you. Because in very recent canon, during Jason Aaron’s turn at the helm, the Eternals are all dead. Very dead. That whole Mahd W’yry thing got ‘em, it got ‘em good. But before Ikaris died, he granted his Uni-Mind power to someone we all know and love.

Yep. Tony Stark. Tony Stark currently has the power of the Uni-Mind.

Which means that Tony Stark can now Gann Josin people.

In Avengers #361, Ikaris performs the Gann Josin by basically just pointing his hands at Sersi and Dane and some light goes WHEEEEEEE!! in their direction, and bam, this rare and special bond is done. And Tony Stark can do that now. To anyone! Unfortunately Ikaris is dead and didn’t leave Tony with an instruction manual. But the point is, he *can*. You can make up all sorts of fun things with this canonical fact (or write your own version because lbr Canon Is Dead; Long Live Canon.)

There are so many possibilities. Does Tony deliberately learn how to use it so he can bond himself to Steve? Does Tony *need* to be able to hear Steve’s thoughts (to thwart some bad guys) and thus end up soulbonded forever to Steve in result? Is Tony’s power activating at random because he can’t control it, and he ends up soulbonding everyone around him? Does he just subconsciously bond himself to Steve without consciously meaning to? Do Tony or Steve want to try it for science?

Gosh, I love comics.

But WAIT. There’s MORE.

It’s not just 1990s comics going ham on the soulbond idea. No, we got some *this year*. Canonical soulbonding? TWICE? In one universe? Two different kinds??

And this time, it’s not in a D-list Marvel title. We’re up the ranks to the big leagues this time, folx, with a brief trek to the world of the Fantastic Four.

In Fantastic Four (Vol. 6) #15, we’re introduced to a Spyre citizen called Sky, a winged team member of the Unparalleled (more cosmic-powered superheroes), who work under The Overseer. (The Overseer, in a burst of beautiful retcon in the way Marvel comics keeps doing to us, is apparently the entity who is responsible for giving the F4 their powers. Huh. The more you know.)

On the planet Spyre, all children are brought before something called The Great Eye. This measures them against the radiation signature of everyone on the planet, divining who their perfect match is. 

Sky looked into The Great Eye, only to find out her match was Johnny Storm, who was 44 light-years away at the time. Long-distance relationships can be tough. Anyway, plot happens, the F4 get stuck on Spyre, get told they can’t leave, and Sky tells Johnny Storm that she is his soulmate. Oh, and she attached a soul binding onto him while he slept. Neat, huh, all the bodily autonomy people get in this universe before being force soulbond to people? So neat, much consent, wow.

Johnny feels a connection to Sky, which is supposed to let us know this lack of choice is a good thing I guess. The Overseer wants Sky to renounce Johnny and crush the F4 which obv doesn’t happen, so of course she leaves The Unparalleled and skips off to Earth to be with Johnny. 

Who knows how this relationship is gonna last. I mean, you can look at the rest of Johnny’s relationship history and have a good guess. Who knows. Anyway, Reed and Sue are each other's soulmate, and also share a “Soul Binding”, so there’s some canonical proof right there that maybe this system has some validity going for it.

The soulbond for this form takes the form of a golden bracelet worn on the upper arm, that Sky explains her people call a “Soul Binding”; it represents them as being soul-mates. This bracelet can only be removed by your soulmate. This soulbond doesn’t seem to come with any extra powers, it’s just to show that The Great Eye has measured their radiation signature and declared them a match that is supposed to mean they’re perfectly compatible in every way: spiritually, mentally, and physically.

I don’t know about you, but I have a pretty good feeling that Steve and Tony might just have matching radiation signatures… Or what if Steve and Tony have perfect matching signatures….with other people? (Someone else on Spyre believes Sky is *their* perfect match, after all!) What if Steve has feelings for Iron Man, but he’s a perfect match with Tony Stark? I feel faint already just thinking about it.

So here you go. Two canonical types of soulbonds for your fannish consideration. Feel free to ask me questions! You can find me on tumblr (@mizzy2k) or on discord (addy#0908).

[alwaysahiccupandastrid]

(Some of) My Favourite Quotes from the How To Train Your Dragon movies

“This is Berk.”

“There’s Fishlegs, Snotlout, the Twins, Ruffnut and Tuffnut, and...*voice crack* Astrid. *cue heart eyes*”

"You sir, are playing a dangerous game. Keeping this much raw... Viking-ness... contained?! THERE WILL BE CONSEQUENCES!" // “I’ll take my chances.”

"Well, between you and me, the village could do with a little less feeding, don't you think?"

“Excuse me, barmaid! I’m afraid you’ve brought me the wrong offspring - I ordered an extra large boy with beefy arms, extra guts and glory on the side! This here? This is a talking fish bone!”

"It's not so much what you look like, it's what's inside that he can't stand."

“You need to stop all...this.” // “You just pointed to all of me.” // “Yes, that’s it! Stop being all of you.”

"Oh, the gods hate me. Some people lose their knife, or their mug. No, not me. I manage to lose an ENTIRE DRAGON?!"

"Oh, man! I should've gone first! 'Cause I was thinking, you know, we have a surplus of dragon-fighting Vikings, but do we have enough... Bread-making Vikings? Or small-home-repair Vikings?"

"Yeah, it's only fun if you get a scar out of it."

“Yeah, no kidding, right? Pain, love it."

“What’s the first thing you’re going to need?” // “A doctor?!?”

“Get back to bed, ya overgrown sausage!”

"Toothless? I could've sworn you had... teeth."

“Ha! It’s like the size of my- AHHHH!”

“I AM HURT, VERY MUCH HURT!”

"Everything we know about you guys is wrong."

“SON OF A HALF TROLL, RAT EATING MUNGE BUCKET!”

"Uh, you're right, you're right, you're right. I'm through with the lies. I've been making... outfits. So, you got me. It's time everyone knew. Drag me back. Go ahead. Here we go."

"OW! Why would you DO that?!"

"That's for the lies! And that's... [Drops the butt of her axe on Hiccup's groin]... for everything else!"

“Da-da-da, we’re dead!”

“And now the spinning. Thank you for nothing, you useless reptile.”

[Punches Hiccup] "That's for kidnapping me... [Kisses him on the cheek] That's for everything else."

“They’ve killed hundreds of us-!” // “And we’ve killed thousands of them!”

“You’re not a Viking. You’re not my son.”

“Three hundred years and I’m the first Viking who wouldn’t kill a dragon.” // “...First to ride one though.”

“I wouldn’t kill him because he looked as frightened as I was...I looked at him, and I saw myself.”

“So? What are you gonna do?”

“I knew it. I’m dead.”

“That’s for scaring me!” // “What, is it always going to be this way, this-?!” // *kisses him* // “I...could get used to it.”

“THAT’S MY FUTURE DAUGHTER IN LAW!!!”

"Oh, what? You want an apology? Is that why you're pouting, big baby-poo?"

"Well try this on! [hugs him, tries to wrestle with him] Oh, you feeling it yet? Huh? Picking up on all of my heartfelt remorse?"

“He's down! Oh, and it's ugly! Dragons and Vikings, enemies again! Locked in combat to the bitter--[Toothless pins Hiccup] --AAHHHhhhh..."

[After Toothless licks him] "You KNOW that doesn't wash out!"

"So, what should we name it?" [Toothless scratches his armpit] "Itchy Armpit it is."

“Son, we need to talk!-“ // “Not now, dad, I’ve got a whole day of goofing off to get started.”

“What you’re searching for isn’t out there, Hiccup - it’s in here. Maybe you just don’t see it yet.”

(Slow motion) “Oh my 😏 me likey... take me...!”

"I don't know. It's kind of hard to wrap my head around, to be frank. It's not everyday you find out your mother is some kind of... crazy, feral, vigilante dragon lady." // “Well...at least I’m not boring!”

“...he got me back. Right, bud? You couldn't save all of me, could you? You just had to make it even. So,..peg leg!”

"Never take a toy from a dragon. Don't you know anything?"

“This is why I never married - this, and one other reason.”

“You’re as beautiful as the day I lost you.”

"That's your mother?" // “Well, now you see where I get my dramatic flair!"

“May the Valkyries welcome you and lead you through Odin's great battlefield. May they sing your name with love and fury, so that we might hear it rise from the depths of Valhalla and know that you've taken your rightful place at the table of kings. For a great man has fallen: A warrior. A chieftain. A father. A friend.

“He always said you’d become the strongest of them all - and he was right.”

“You have the heart of a Chief and the soul of a dragon”

“A Chief protects his own.”

“It wasn’t your fault, bud...they made you do it...please, you’re my best friend...my best friend.”

"Yeah! Take 'em down, babe!"

“Now do you get it? This is what it is to earn a dragons loyalty!”

“He’s challenging the Alpha!” // “To protect you!”

“See..I told you it was in here.” (Punches his suit, making his wings sprout up)

“The Chief has come home!”

"This is Berk. A bit trampled and busted and covered in ice, but it's home. It's our home. Those who attacked us, are relentless, and crazy. But those who stopped them, oh, even more so! We may be small in numbers, but we stand for something bigger than anything the world can pin against us. We are the voice of peace, and bit by bit, we will change this world. You see, we have something they don't. Oh, sure, they have armies, and they have armadas. But we... we have... OUR DRAGONS!”

“Ohhh I know you’re a demon, no human legs are that skinny!”

“That’s really just a nitwit who forgot to fire proof his butt.”

“Astrid, I had him right where I wanted him.” // “And now he’s right where I wanted him.”

“I thought this was supposed to be a stealth mission?” // “Yeah, they always start that way.”

“Mmm, gorg-e-ousss...Watch the hair!”

“Hang up those saddles and get married.” // Tuffnut: “The M word.” // Ruffnut: “Gross. Unless it’s me.”

“Marry him, please. You’re the only one with any sense around here. With you wearing the pants, there’s still hope.” “Wow, Gobber! Not awkward at all!”

“Hiccup...this is Berk, son. It’s our home.”

“Even Night Furies?” // “Especially Night Furies.” // “Those are scary!”

“Well, we could just take Gobber’s advice and tie the knot. That should fix everything! But hey, if you’re having doubts about yours truly, I’m sure Snotlout is still available.” // “He only has eyes for your mom.” // “OH, playing dirty now, huh?” // “You asked for it...looks like there might be a wedding after all...”

“Okay okay; you win! You always win!” // “You knew what you were getting into.” // “Uh-huh, right.”

“It’s more like a Bright Fury-.” // “A Light Fury!” // “...Yeah, yours is better, probably...”

“Bud, what’s gotten into you? What is all this slobbering and panting?” // “Isn’t it obvious? He’s in love!” // “Trust me, relationships are nothing but pain and misery. (*Astrid lightly hits him*) Ow... What did I just say?!”

“Show these nay sayers, of which there are many, that you are more than just a malnourished runt with bad hair, strange teeth and a twig for a neck.” // “You're-you're really bad at pep talks.”

“I'll give him a piece of my mind. And by mind, I mean fist!”

“Did you miss the part where we almost died? Have you seen my house?”

“Look, I know this is our home - my father left me to protect it. But Berk is more than this place. WE are Berk! The people, the dragons! I say Berk is wherever we go!”

“We have to fight for their freedom.”

“Furies mate for life, you see.”

“Ah don’t mind him - it’s not your fault you have the body of a Norse God. I myself have that same problem.” (Tries to flex, back cracks painfully)

“Who died and made you Chief?” (*everyone groans/Gothi hits him*)

“Can we lose the whole honking goose thing? It’s hard to imagine wedded bliss with that going off every minute.”

“I’ll go with you, for protection-.” // “(quickly) NO...(pause)...you’re far too important here.”

“Oh, now you can draw!”

“Save it for your girlfriend! Go on, get out of here!”

“About that leg...lose the limp, no ones gonna marry that.” // “I have a prosthetic leg!” // “Yeah, and I have a parasitic twin but you don’t see me limping around about it!”

“I feel like how Ruffnut feels every day: dumb.”

“Odin be spanked!”

“I try to avoid looking at her because she gives me acid reflux.”

“If they’re stuck with Ruffnut, I’m more worried about them.”

“I know what you're thinking. You've never had a prisoner this hot.”

“Oops, you let the dragons out! They’re gonna get you, no this ones gonna get you...!”

“Now that’s a king.”

“Dad? Are you gonna get us a new mom?” // “I don’t want another. Your mum was the only woman for me. She was the love of my life. But with love comes loss, son. It’s part of the deal. Sometimes it hurts, but in the end, it’s all worth it. There’s no greater gift than love.”

“Well, you’re right. You’re back to where you started. But I was the first to believe in you, and I have watched you doubt whether you’re worthy ever since. I am the person I am today because of you. I never told you that but it’s true. You’re the bravest, most stubborn, determined knucklehead I know. Toothless didn’t give you that, Hiccup. He just made it...” // “Easier.”

“So what are you gonna do about it?” // “Probably something stupid.” // “That’s the Hiccup I know.”

“You’re right, bud. It’s time. I was so busy fighting for a world that I wanted, I didn’t think about what you needed. You’ve looked after us for long enough. Time to look after yourselves.”

“Oh, Stormfly...my good girl.”

“So long...you big ugly beast. I’ll miss you.”

“Go on, bud. Lead them to the Hidden World. You’ll be safe there. Safer than you could ever be with me. It’s okay. I love you too. And I want you to be free. Our world doesn’t deserve you. Yet.”

“Go, Toothless...Go.”

“There were dragons when I was a boy. Ah, there were great, grim sky dragons that nested on the clifftops like gigantic, scary birds. Little, brown, scuttly dragons that hunted down the mice and rats in well-organized packs. Preposterously huge sea dragons that were twenty times as big as the big blue whale. Some say they crawled back into the sea, leaving not a bone nor a fang for men to remember them by. Others say they were nothing but folktales to begin with. I’m okay with that.”

“He’s not going to eat your father!”

“Legend says that when the ground quakes, or lava spews from the earth, it’s the dragons, letting us know they’re still here, waiting for us to figure out how to get along. Yes, the world believes the dragons are gone, if they ever existed at all. But we Berkians, we know otherwise. And we’ll guard this secret until the time comes when dragons can return in peace.”

[a-dauntless-daffodil]

the thing about Glimmer’s command in Elberon 

aka “Why did you even make me a commander if you WON’T LET ME FIGHT!!!!”

so at first, when Queen Angella is dressing down this (totally random we promise) commander, she says Glimmer ignored orders to retreat and makes it sound like Glimmer led a desperate last ditch offense against the attacking Horde

this is the first time we even see Glimmer so we have no idea of what she’s like as a person yet, we haven’t watched her go on missions or seen how she fights. All we can do is take this winged lady at her word  

When we eventually DO start seeing more of Glimmer though, a few things stand out

1.)   Despite being a princess and commander, Glimmer doesn’t spend much time ordering others around- Especially not during fights. She mostly just acts like a fellow warrior. The closest to commanding anyone in s1 she gets is in ep 1&2 taking charge of getting the ‘Horde Spy’ back home and in ep 5 The Sea Gate, where she’s stressed and snappish and later gives Seahawk the idea to set his boat on fire and then ram it into the Horde’s ship, but that’s about it. She’s not big on going ‘you do this, and you do that, while I’ll get those guys over there’, mainly because- 

2.)  Glimmer is.... Direct. She sees a Horde soldier. She yells and charges at the Horde soldier. This is how she fights, by jumping in right away and trying to hit the thing as much as she can. It happens in the first two eps plus again Really Importantly in ep 8 when her rushing in to try to save Bow gets her captured. Her teleporting really helps her be a bit tactical (re s1 e4 Flower for She-Ra) and sometimes she focuses on dropping others into place so they can get in on the mayhem, but in the end she’s not the kind to sit back and plan a fight because she’s probably already in the MIDDLE of it anyway

3.)  Glimmer is also sick of losing people to the Horde. It’s mentioned that her dad died fighting them, but it’s what we see in ep 1 when Glimmer falls to her knees at the sight of a village destroyed by the Horde that hammers it in- Glimmer is in this fight to protect people. “How are we going to hold our own against the Horde if we keep retreating? Pretty soon we won’t have anything LEFT to protect”- Her argument to her mom in ep 1 sums it. She doesn’t fight to get glory or respect, she isn’t here to prove herself a great leader or worthy princess. Both of those are just things she feels she needs to be in order to STOP more Elberon’s from happening

4.)  For all that Glimmer fears her mom doesn’t respect her (False), Glimmer herself does have a lot of respect for Angella, even if she very strongly disagrees with the defensive stance her queen has put the Rebellion in. Again in the first ep it takes more than a little prodding before Glimmer is ready to go against her ‘grounded’ status and sneak out- Even the chance at finding new tech to impress her mom with isn’t enough, she needs to have another argument with Angella before she’s ready to head into the Whispering Woods with Bow. She also keeps asking her mom’s permission for each Princess Alliance mission she goes on after ep 3, instead of just making up excuses for why she should swing by Plumeria or Salineas. So while she CAN ignore her mom’s orders it definitely ISN’T something she does lightly 

5.)  Angella is in charge in Bright Moon. If even Glimmer, her very rebellious daughter, shows her this much respect for her, then imagine what your average soldier feels for their immortal queen? For the fighters who stuck with the Rebellion even after the Alliance broke up and left them with a skeleton crew to beat back the whole Horde with, imagine the loyalty they have for the woman who lost her husband to the war and is still fighting, the one who built the Rebellion in the first place 

Re-watching ep 1 while knowing all this makes Glimmer’s first scene getting scolded by Angella feel... odd

Because it’s hard to imagine Glimmer ordering anyone else (never mind a whole bunch of other people) into an attack AGAINST her mom’s orders. Disobeying them herself? Sure definitely. Deliberately commanding others to the same or even taking the time to waste breath on that when she could be punching Horde soldiers instead?? .... i just don’t see it  

So. I don’t think she did

In her second scene in the show, Glimmer and Bow talk about what happened at Elberon. It’s quick and vague but Bow mentions one important detail

Glimmer only got out of Elberon because of her teleporting powers. Powers that are limited to, at a stretch, maybe taken two other people with her, and he mentions them as not always working so well. Re-watching we also know she would never leave people behind- She couldn’t even leave Adora the ‘Horde Spy’ behind in ep 2

So to me it doesn’t sound like Glimmer was at the head of some desperate last charge of rebel soldiers. If she had been and had needed to teleport just to escape then... yeah... she’d have been too busy blaming herself for whoever got captured/’lost’ to care about a bit of scolding when she got home 

Still, Angella specifically accuses Glimmer of putting rebel lives at risk in Elberon. How? Assuming the idea that she charged the Horde on her own in a in-character fit of righteous fury, how was Glimmer risking anyone other than herself? 

Answer: 

by inspiring them 

The soldiers still in the rebellion by that point were the ones who WANTED to fight the Horde. They wanted revenge, or to protect their homes, or to do what they thought was right and stop the Horde

And for people like that, seeing your Queen focus on the defensive had to be disheartening, even if you understood the numbers and the odds and the reasons why. It couldn’t be easy for anyone to hear the order to retreat and give up on protecting Elberon, a place no one had even expected to be under real threat, a place full of people who hadn’t been planning on losing their homes 

For those soldiers, a princess like Glimmer must had been like a spark of hope 

Her arguments with her mom aren’t kept behind closed doors, her desire to go on the offensive against the Horde had to be pretty well known. She would have been a callback to the first days of the Rebellion, back when it felt like they could defeat the Horde instead of just hold them at bay

Seeing someone like Glimmer ignore an order to retreat and watching her take the fight into her own hands... I wouldn’t blame a few rebels from joining her

They wouldn’t have been able to keep up without her powers so that’s probably why Glimmer doesn’t have any deaths hanging over her head- None of the soldiers who charged in after her could break through the Horde lines or end up surrounded, and with Glimmer making a pretty big distraction deeper in, a few rebels at the edges wouldn’t have been a firepower priority. So when even Glimmer had to call it quits, the others were able to fall back too

They HAD followed her, though. They had all ignored orders

And maybe that was part of why Angella was so pissed. Because she was scared of how easy it would be for Glimmer to go off on her own- if she ever thought to

If Glimmer, princess of Bright Moon, the late king Micah’s daughter- If she sent out a call to arms and led a charge right into the Fright Zone, people would follow her

and if she ever realized she already had that kind of power, that kind of influence, she might just be desperate enough to use it

I like to think that was the worry running through Angella’s head when she gave Glimmer a command but then sent her to one of the safest positions possible. Glimmer’s title of commander was a leash. A way to satisfy her need for action without letting her throw herself into danger. It was a way to keep Angella’s only child from living up to their father’s legacy, a way to keep Glimmer safe, under her wing, keep her from leaving the nest when she knew the first thing Glimmer would do was throw everything she had (life included) at the Horde

Maybe that was another reason why Angella let Adora into the Rebellion. She knew she had a choice right then- Glimmer believed in Adora and She-Ra strongly enough to stand with her in front of everyone, side by side with the same uniform that killed her father

If Angella refused, Glimmer was not going to lay down and take it this time. She hadn’t back in Elberon, when there’d been no real hope. She absolutely would not have done it in ep 3, not with Adora and She-Ra giving her a real chance to strike back against the Horde

She was spreading her wings whether Angella wanted her to or not, and the only real choice was if her mom would be there to help her learn to fly

Of course that is what Angella chose

Because she always did respect Glimmer’s courage and trust the reasons why she went into every battle, it’d been fear for her child that’d kept her from listening to Glimmer before. And in the end it was fear of losing her child in another way, breaking the already strained relationship between them, that finally made her finally listen to what Glimmer was saying

In a way, after that moment, the reins of the Rebellion kinda switched hands. Angella was still queen and officially in charge, but the missions she signed off on were all ones Glimmer brought to the table and personally led

Like parents like child. In season 1, the princess of Bright Moon has already more than lived up to both her parents’ legacies 

.... 

... anyway, all those background rebel soldiers used and reused in ep 3? the ones who shared Glimmer’s ‘attack horde soldiers on sight’ attitude and were there looking worried as Glimmer was dressed down again- This time supposedly for letting said horde soldier into Bright Moon?? 

yeah. i wanna flash back ep showing all of them to be same ones who ignored orders and followed Glimmer into battle at Elberon  

give Glimmer a squad of rebels who are more loyal to Her than to her mom- u can’t convince me she doesn’t already have ‘em  >:D

[aintnouseofpretending]

Together Since...

Summary: You and Joe just graduated together from college. But Joe wishes to celebrate it with just the two of you. Basically just general fun and fluff~

Pairing: Joe Mazzello x Reader

Warning: FLUFF. College AU.

Word Count: 2770.

Inspired by and perma-tag: CONGRATULATIONS @ohmygoditsanthonyedwardstark FOR GRADUATING!! I’M SO PROUD OF YOU <4444 THIS IS THE BEGINNING OF SOMETHING GREAT, SO DO YOUR BEST <444

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You almost jumped when Joe suddenly grabbed your hand and pulled you closer to him—practically hugging you and showing off your obvious relationship with him. He leaned his head in and already posing for the camera. You try your best to hold back and keep the joke later whilst also giving out your best smile to the photographer. It doesn’t take long for everyone to joins in and pose, from silly and complex stance to a literal boring statue.

“Okay! Now be as funny as possible!” Shouted the photographer that happens to be your most favourite professor.

You have promised yourself to keep the joke and your ridiculous antics for later, but mind bubbling from the overwhelming happiness suggested only one thing; to kiss Joe right there right now. Funny enough, Joe got the same idea and carry you, receiving some; “ew!” and “get a room!” comments from your friends. Neither of you cares, and you will let nothing ruin the beautiful day of your college graduation.

After receiving the last OK from your professor, all of you throws your hat in the air. Cheerful laughs soon follow, you and Joe hugged and spins, giggling whilst he showers your face with kisses. In return, being the rowdy one, you rub and scratch his head frantically, making it as messy as it can get. You almost fell down when he finally put you on the ground, but him refusing to let you go saved you.

“Almost nothing’s changed. Still dating. Graduating together. Still very fucking childish too.” Ben remarked, tipping his head at you. “I salute you, y/n, only true masters can endure this clown for so long.”

Shortly after Joe is chasing Ben, trying to drop kick the blonde, Rami and Lucy join you. They too are another couple in your friend circle that’s graduating together today, and you can’t be any happier to be friends with them still. Just like your usual hobby, the three of you starts making fun from the sideline of Joe-Ben duo dynamic that’s getting goofier the older they get. Ben purposely circling Gwilym and his girlfriend which resulted in Gwil also hunting him down. You could never be any prouder of seeing your boyfriend and the other two boys running around the field, becoming the centre of attention for being so god damn childish you can almost hear their parents start yelling at them. You even have forgotten about your earlier jokes for him.

“No, seriously. How can you handle him?” Ask Lucy, still chuckling. “It’s like having a child!”

“We’ve been together for so long, if I still can't handle the boy then I have a serious problem!” You answered whilst you wave him to come. You ready your old polaroid as fast as you can, but Joe is quicker and by the time you see him through your camera lens, he’s already posing. “Damn it, babe! Be more natural!”

“I’m not letting you take an ugly picture of me!”

Too late for permission when you have made that your goal for today. Besides, you’ve got a couple already, so it doesn’t really matter. But your mind quickly shifted as you click the capture button, only to see Lucy’s face dominating the entirety of your view. If only she’s not too busy laughing at your shocked face, perhaps you won’t get the chance to tackle her on the grass.

“Geez, you guys.” Rami shakes his head. “Those two kids? Not my friends.”

When you hold Lucy down trying to tickle her, Joe ran towards you and hide on your back. Before you could even ask what on earth he’s doing, you see Ben is stomping close to you as he tries to clean his suit underneath his graduation robe.

“Joe, you’re a fuck!”

“Honey, he’s being mean to me!” Cry Joe, hiding his face on your shoulder. “I didn’t do it on purpose! I swear!”

“Don’t think that was the truth.” Gwilym laughs whilst he looks at Ben’s pants. The dried mud Ben tries to get rid of with tissues and a piece of cloth still looks like it was glued permanently.

“I fucking rent this! Now I have to goddamn—.”

You kneeled and take a closer look at the damage. Try to pick it with your nails but you can’t even scrape the outmost layer. You stare at Joe. When he can only shrug, you sighed and stand up.

“When will you return it?”

“Tomorrow!” Ben answered, staring dagger at your boyfriend. “Anyway, I shouldn’t have started.”

“You shouldn’t, but I will transfer the cost anyway. How much was it?” You take out your phone whilst Ben whispered the numbers. It’s difficult to not shake your head at the price and damage fee, but Ben really don’t mess around when it comes to dressing himself up.

Joe pouted as he saunters next to you, putting his arm over your shoulder.

“Sorry, dude.” He finally says, eyeballing your phone’s screen and Ben’s trouser back and forth. “Just to impress Chelsea? What a good boyfriend.”

“Yeah, unlike you, letting your girlfriend paid for your damn mistake.” Ben retaliation receives your instant kick on his knee. “Jesus Christ! I'm joking! Don’t ruin this suit anymore!”

Once you’re done, Joe leaned in and whispered; “I’ll pay you back later. For now, let’s get the hell out of here.”

“So soon? Baby are you alright?” You say it like a concerned mother, checking every centimetre of his face and body. He only rubbed his stomach. “Hungry? We’re about to have lunch with the others.”

Joe give you last confirmation shrug before he grabs your hand and drags you to the car park. You can’t even say goodbye, so whilst you’re being treated like a suitcase, trying to catch up with Joe’s speed, you make sure you tell the others through group chat that you and your boyfriend are bailing early. If Joe doesn’t worry you a little right now, maybe you’ll pay more attention and make a better excuse than ‘we got something to do! See y’all soon!.’

“So... You’re gonna tell me what happened?” You break the silence after you finish eating your last slice of pizza. Joe is still chewing and staring at you, which, if you’re quite honest, a bit unnerving, despite knowing well how weird he can be sometimes.

He downed his soda and wipe his lips in a slow and elegant manner. He finally smiles when he has successfully made you chuckle. Although both his smile and your laugh doesn’t last long when you slap his hand from stealing your fries.

“Not much, hun. Just want to be with you all day.” You raised one of your eyebrows. “What? Why is it odd that I only want to be with my girl today?”

“Sorry. Cause it’s usually you that loves to hang with your friends, you know?” You pushed your plate of fries to him. “Already got a plan or we’ll just wing it?”

You gave out a ‘come on!’ and almost protests his yet another nonchalant shrug, but he points at your Polaroid camera on the table. Even though it’s almost four years ago, you quick to pick up what he meant. This is just like when you two both graduated high school. As you reach for your camera bag, pretending to be a magician, Joe laid three photos you’ve taken at the prom night.

“People got a poor taste. We should’ve been the king and queen that night.” He started. “At least we’re still going strong, what, Robert and Jessica broke up immediately a week after prom, right?”

“Popular kids. They’re both an arsehole. They tried to break us up when we first started dating.” You inspect the yellowing photo and thought you should’ve added a transparent film on them since these particular three also your most favourite. “But let’s not talk about them and instead...”

“You want me to grow my hair again?” He snickered, still snacking on your fries with no mercy. “Sure, if you want to wear that dorky glasses again every once in a while when we’re on a date.”

“Worry not, my love,” you take out your eyeglasses case. As you wear them Joe can’t stop laughing. “Hey! You wanted this, you nerd!”

“I guess we’re thinking the same thing for today.” He grasps your hand that was resting on the table. “When you’re so innocently and naively say that we’ll graduate college together too, I’m not so sure about that you know?”

“Yeah, I know. I don’t think you can catch up with me and graduating late all by yourself.” He softly pinches your hand. “Ow! Joking!”

“Hey slowpoke, finish your fries and let’s get going!”

“What fries? You just massacred ‘em!” You swing your leg to him, but he expected that and dodged it easily. “You promised you’ll pay me back, just pay for our foods and get more fries for the go!”

“Glutton!”

“Look at that, the pot calling the kettle black!”

The banter didn’t end there. On your way to the car, the two of you hasn’t stopped what started as friendly insults to full-on sharp jabs. Gwilym once overhears the two of you being that lovey-dovey, he thought you two are actually fighting and trying to be the middleman. Even Ben call you two a weirdo for having such bad habit stays. But neither you nor Joe care, the two of you feel comfortable and secure with each other, and that’s all that matters. Soon after the fake fight, you both will be like any other normal couple, giving each other hugs and kisses and praises.

“Huh, I really didn’t think you’ll take us to the beach. Totally isn’t like when we’re graduating high school.” His laugh was cut short when you tickle him on the rib. “Watch the road! Don’t want us to die this early!”

“Say the man that records vlogs whilst driving, yesterday.” He gives you silly faces which you happily return. “Hey, they still got the ice cream stand from four years ago! I wonder if they still got UniHazel flavour.”

“UniHazel? Oh, that rainbow coloured hazelnut flavour?” Joe opened the window absent-mindedly, in an instant, the nostalgic sweet-salty smell of the sea fills the car. The sound of the waves feels just like a warm blanket that envelopes the two of you on a cold night. You can already feel the rough sand on your feet or the gentle caress of the water. Joe put his hand on your thigh but still have his eyes gazed out the window, enjoying the afternoon scenery. The cloudless sky radiates the beautiful purple, orange, and blue that mixes like a watercolour painting.

“You park the car, I’ll get us some of them UniHazels.” He leans to kiss your cheek before he reaches his jacket on the back seat to get the wallet out. “Careful, honey. Meet me by the stand.”

“You too, babe.” You kissed the back of his hand only for him to give you an eye roll. “What, a woman can’t be romantic?”

“Just go!” He sticks out his tongue before closing the door. When he walked away, you can’t get your eyes away off him through the rearview mirror. Whenever he’s not around, you always feel so empty. How long has it been? After you say you find Joe cute to your friend, suddenly everyone knows about it. Some jerks tease him for it and you feel so guilty when that happens. You promised you will kick the arse of those dare to hurt him in any way, and that makes him starts liking you back. But seriously, you forgot when the two of you officially boyfriend and girlfriend, after several hangouts and dates, you only remember saying; “We look like a couple right now.” To which he replied; “Are we not already?”

You almost panic break when you hear your phone chimed, it’s Joe’s scream that you cut and isolate to use as a text notification specifically from him. He told you that the line is long, so you don’t have to hurry and plough through the crowd. You text back; “Shouldn’t worry about me. But you don’t get into a fight with kids, I know you’re impatient.” He spams you ten thumbs down emoji in respond.

Now, where were you? Oh right, that sweet, sweet, high school memories. You think when Joe says that, he’s half-joking, but you take it seriously and practically dared him to promise and mustn’t back down or he’s a loser. He retorted saying it’s a lose-lose situation then, because dating you, a loser, means he will be a loser as well. Your genuine pout causes him to said in panic and nervous laugh; “But since when are we not a loser? Right?”

You think that happens around two years before graduation, and the two of you become a kickass couple that’s still going strong even until today. So it’s six years then. You make sure to mentally note it, since it’s always been him that memorise the exact date of your anniversary, and he makes sure to throws tantrum after knowing you don’t remember, not even the month. Joe screamed again when you’re just turning off the car. “Where are you? I miss you already :(” You smiled and replied; “Okay, whose kid beats you? I’ll talk to their parents for picking a fight with my kid.” It’s another thumb down for you, but he added; “His name is Kevin, that bastard! He throws sands at me! It’s coarse and irritating my eyes so he got me on the spot!”

You don’t mind people staring at you for giggling by yourself, and you haven’t stopped texting with him until you’re near the ice cream stand. After he sees you, you purposely take out your Polaroid, and when he’s already posing, you aim the camera towards the beach.

“Arsehole!” His yell causes even more people to stare at you. “I ain’t giving you no ice cream! Nu ‘uh! Bully doesn’t get no sweets!”

“That’s a double negative. You’re going to give me it." You can tell he’s considering running away with the two ice cream on his hands, but he knows it won’t worth the risk of getting you mad if the ice cream fell on the sand. “Thank you, baby, I love you.”

“Yea, yea.” He returns your kiss as you grab his hand. “Pretty sure you say that because I got ice cream.”

“Whaaat, I am not Ben.” You say that as you start eating the ice cream. “No, no at all.”

“And I’m not jealous to damn ice cream right now—ew! Don’t kiss me! Your mouth is sticky—y/n! How dare you—! Come back here! Don’t you want me to pay you back? Why are you running huh?!”

You screamed and laugh as you quickly finish the ice cream that’ll allow you to run better. The chase didn’t last long though, because this time it’s Joe’s ice cream that makes you jealous. And whilst he’s busy making out trying to return the favour, you grab your camera and take as many pictures of him as you can. He only turned around when he notices you, so you ignored him and take pictures of the beach instead. Later he joins you by your side.

“Finished with the ice cream? You got them all over your mouth there.” You didn’t bring tissue, so you use your hands to wipe them then you wash it on the sea water. “Look at the sky, babe, it’s so pretty right?”

What originally was you trying to look as pretty as possible for his eyes to feast upon, only for you to be stunned by his as he enjoys the salty wind and vivid colour of the sky. You feel your eyes getting teary and your smile starts to hurt your cheeks, this moment is far too much. Your heart swells with love and compassion towards him. And you don’t mind if this moment can’t last, so long if you can stay with him forever. Showering him with love and kisses. To swear you’ll protect his smile at all cost. You’ll take care of him. You’ll give him everything you have got. In return for his love.

“Am I that handsome?” He jokes, but you can only nod. “You can’t imagine how beautiful you are to me too.”

“Oh, I know.” You raise your camera, “last one? Please?”

“I love you, y/n.”

“I love you too, Joe.” You smiled before you finally clicked the capture button.

Click. (End)

[verdigrisprowl]

Oct 4 Blurr’s Horror Stream - Halloween

Prowl let Bonecrusher fiddle around with his holomatter avatar, and Bonecrusher used it to go to Blurr’s movie night and show off that he’s made an avatar that looks like Nova Prime. He talked art with Buzzsaw, proved to Blurr that he’s not as smart as he thinks he is, and acted like a lil shit to sheet metal Soundwave.

Which is why Soundwave is now watching his every move.

Welcome to the 'speedxstealer' room. The chat room has been cleared by the moderator. ItsyBitsySpyers: test)) B l u r r: [[lemme know if the music is too low / loud ]] ItsyBitsySpyers: music is good)) B l u r r: [[ okay ]] B l u r r: / Welcome to The Emperor! Decked out for Halloween to the fullest. Bats and crows and lots of black and orange decorations along the walls. / B l u r r: / There are glowing jack-o-lanterns made out of old helms. Wires used for decoration and many other things from a bot. / Error logging out. B l u r r: /and so. MANY. SNACKS. / Error logging out. ItsyBitsySpyers: *Bird heard Halloween. Halloween means a ton of free food. She is HERE. And the others are following.* B l u r r: / good because there is plenty of free food. / ItsyBitsySpyers: [[It is him. He is watching.]] ItsyBitsySpyers: *Settles into their usual spot.* B l u r r: / excuse. Pardon . Here comes the halloween king / B l u r r: / With Oberyn right behind him. / ItsyBitsySpyers: *Ravage hisses quietly* B l u r r: / wiggles claws at Ravage / B l u r r: / Oberyn will growl at Ravage / Bonecrusher: *AND BEHOLD, THE STARRY-WHITE FORM OF NOVA PRIME HIMSELF DID THUSLY APPEAR IN THE MIDST OF THE ROOM, WITH A DAZZLING BURST OF PURIFYING LIGHT.* Bonecrusher: Sup. B l u r r: / Oberyn will just growl at whatever that is, too / B l u r r: ... Can I /help/ you? Bonecrusher: *"Nova Prime" growls back.* Bonecrusher: Yeah. Hey. This is the movie night Boss usedta come to, right? Uh, the Emperor? ItsyBitsySpyers: *Soundwave places a squinting smiley on his screen.* B l u r r: ... Yes. B l u r r: / sticks a rust stick in his mouth/ This is my ship. Bonecrusher: Hey, sheet metal. *Fingerguns at Soundwave.* ItsyBitsySpyers: [[..."Sheet metal"...?]] Bonecrusher: Boss let me play with his holomatter avatar. Bonecrusher: Yeah. Cuz you're flat. Bevel: *appears in the room by opening the door and tromping through it* ItsyBitsySpyers: *Whatever else he has to say is drowned out by delayed but delirious applause from Buzzsaw, via LOUD wing rattling* B l u r r: / waves at Bevel / Bevel: *waves to Blurr* ItsyBitsySpyers: }}Splendid. Beautiful. I -must- see the files.{{ Bonecrusher: *Oh, someone who appreciates the work he put into his avatar! Bows.* ItsyBitsySpyers: [[Greetings, Blurr, Bevel. ... Bonecrusher.]] B l u r r: / rolls optic / B l u r r: / flops down on his couch. Oberyn will stand beside the arm rest and settle on the floor / Bonecrusher: Yeah, sure. It ain't done yet, I'm gonna hack off chunks of his armor and put rust underneath. Bevel: *perks at the avatar talk* Bonecrusher: *Takes a heavy seat near his fellow artist.* S'posed t' symbolize the corruption of the Golden Age. All shiny on top 'n' corroding underneath. Bonecrusher: Kinda heavy-handed but I'm still figurin' out the program, thought it'd be good texture practice. B l u r r: But are you REALLY rusting? Bonecrusher: Naw. Bevel: Extra heavy handed. Make his paint gold. B l u r r: ... Pity. B l u r r: It doesn't feel so bad once you're used to it. Bonecrusher: I can make 'em both. Bonecrusher: Huh. *looks at his arm* I was goin' for the whole "purity" thing, but gaudiness works too. Bonecrusher: ((cmon livestream you KNOW those were supposed to go the other way around)) B l u r r: [ lemme know when all are ready, i guess ]] ItsyBitsySpyers: ((ready)) Bonecrusher: ((ready!)) ItsyBitsySpyers: *A feeler claw snaps.* ItsyBitsySpyers: }}Little hands. Reaching through gaps.{{ ItsyBitsySpyers: }}Only visible up close.{{ Bevel: *snickers* Bonecrusher: ... Huh. What, t'be the people caught in the rust? B l u r r: / shoves another rust stick between his denta/ B l u r r: Mechs like to make rust a big deal. B l u r r: It's really not. B l u r r: [[ kay if were all ready then imma start ]] Bonecrusher: S'good symbolism. B l u r r: ... having rust? ItsyBitsySpyers: }}Yes! Yes, exactly.{{ He points at Blurr. }}You simply don't want to acknowledge that it is.{{ B l u r r: ... Acknowledge that it is /what/ ? ItsyBitsySpyers: ((I'M SO READY)) Bonecrusher: If there's little hands in the rust then there's gotta be, like, Senator faces reflected on the pretty armor. B l u r r: [[ oh yeah im assuming you guys still need captions? ]] ItsyBitsySpyers: }}Unhealthy.{{ ItsyBitsySpyers: ((yes please)) Bevel: ((please and thank you B l u r r: It isn't unhealthy. B l u r r: I mean, normal mechs probably think it is. Bonecrusher: Don't even know howta make the armor reflect things that aren't there. Bet there's a way to do it though. I ain't worked much with holograms. ItsyBitsySpyers: }}Joint experiment?{{ Bonecrusher: ... Maybe. You do much with holograms? B l u r r: / slouches in his couch and chews on more rust sticks. Pats Oberyn / ItsyBitsySpyers: }}You are familiar with my work.{{ ItsyBitsySpyers: *Ravage slinks over to Blurr, careful to avoid Oberyn by a mile* ItsyBitsySpyers: *And parks on the other side* B l u r r: / reaches over to let Ravage give him permission to pet / ItsyBitsySpyers: *Headbutt* Bonecrusher: Yeah, you done a good job on Boss's avatar. B l u r r: / Oberyn is on the floor on the other side. He okay / B l u r r: / pats Ravage's helm and scritches a little / B l u r r: Like the decorations? They're all freshly made. B l u r r: Raided a ship for its cargo. Found a few great jack-o-lanterns. Bonecrusher: *gross Nova Prime gagging noises at the movie. humans, being physical.* ItsyBitsySpyers: =They smell delicious.= B l u r r: Well, I suppose I could let you go home with a treat if you'd like. ItsyBitsySpyers: \\AM I LATE? AM I LATE?\\ B l u r r: Even if it's not Halloween just yet. ItsyBitsySpyers: *Frenzy skids in on his heelies and nearly trips* Bonecrusher: ... She ain't even bleedin'. B l u r r: [[ i love the amount of not concern on the parents faces ]]] B l u r r: [[ "Godd damnnn it , he did it again, John." ]] ItsyBitsySpyers: *Ravage glowers at Frenzy for interrupting before looking up at Blurr* =Will be patient.= Bonecrusher: (("golly, michael, what'd we tell you about stabbing your sister?")) B l u r r: Good. I've got quite a lot planned this year, you see. B l u r r: It's my recycle date! / self assigned/ ItsyBitsySpyers: *Buzzsaw dips low in thanks for the compliment before floating up again* Bonecrusher: What, that the day they're gonna kill ya? B l u r r: ... No, that's the day I was recycled to be made. B l u r r: Put together, so to speak. Bonecrusher: ... Ya made outta trash? B l u r r: ... / tilts helm. Give him a moment. Hums / Yes. B l u r r: Put together with recycled parts and power sources. Bonecrusher: Heh. That a shrink? Shrinks suck. ItsyBitsySpyers: [[That is less effective on a Cybertronian. For the record.]] B l u r r: I swear, October is the only month I would visit that disgusting planet. B l u r r: Despite being a useless species, they aren'tso bad with Halloween. Bevel: What is less effective? Bonecrusher: Ain't nothin' a flesh bag can do would be effective on a Cybertronian. B l u r r: [[ bruh, neddles. you know she's gonna be in the new halloween, right? ]] ItsyBitsySpyers: [[Cracking windows with a servo or feeler. It inspires more irritation than fear.]] ItsyBitsySpyers: ((I AM SUPER AWARE)) ItsyBitsySpyers: \\LISTEN. LISTEN. YOU AIN'T SEEN THEM MECH HUMANS.\\ B l u r r: [[ i love it oh my god. She's my favorite ]] ItsyBitsySpyers: \\THEY HOLLOWED BREAKDOWN UP 'N MADE A SUIT OUTTA HIM. NASTY. COOL. BUT NASTY.\\ Bonecrusher: Mech-humans? What, like cyborgs? Bevel: Ew. B l u r r: They also like to make their own Cybertronians Bonecrusher: Saw 'em make Sunstreaker suits. ItsyBitsySpyers: \\NAW. THAT WAS LIKE. THE GROUP  NAME.\\ Bonecrusher: Only the Autoboobs was dumb enough to get caught. ItsyBitsySpyers: //Make their own? They was Sunstreakers too? When did Sunstreaker get it?// Bonecrusher: Uh... frag, I dunno, like a decade ago? Bonecrusher: Think it messed up his head. He's fraggin' a bug now. B l u r r: That's because the Autobots in /other/ universes are too nice. ItsyBitsySpyers: //...What, like Kickback or somethin'?// Bonecrusher: Yeah, 'cept Kickback's got a brain. This one don't. B l u r r: [[ i would die in that class with that teacher's bored voice ]] Bonecrusher: ((the true monster in this movie: bad english teachers)) B l u r r: true horror ]] Bonecrusher: Bet it was the doctor that fragged him up. B l u r r: thats usually what they do B l u r r: [[ lemme know if it drops ]] Bonecrusher: Humans are nasty. B l u r r: [[ cause its telling me its dropping a lot ]] ItsyBitsySpyers: {{Gross nasty ooze meat. Good if got treat. Not good if no goodie.}} Bonecrusher: ((it's not dropping here)) Bonecrusher: I wouldn't eat nothin' humans touched. ... Unless it was, like, triple-filtered. B l u r r: They cook horrible things. ItsyBitsySpyers: {{Bird clean first.}} B l u r r: [[ oh, nice, Itunes. ]] ItsyBitsySpyers: ((it's dropping some)) Bonecrusher: ((would you look at these girls that definitely aren't high schoolers in the slightest)) B l u r r: [[ It's my itunes screwing up, too. ]] Bonecrusher: ((yep, now it's doing weird shiit.)) Bonecrusher: ((i think it's straightening out tho)) B l u r r: [[ well, im gonna get up to get food, so if it messes up, poke me on skype ]] Bonecrusher: ((feast!)) ItsyBitsySpyers: \\I WISH HE WOULDA FINISHED THE STORY.\\ Bonecrusher: What's a hollow-ween? B l u r r: It's the best holiday in existence ItsyBitsySpyers: {{Is best holiday, yes, yes. Scare everybody, get snack, have party.}} Bonecrusher: People give you free scrap on, uh. Cross-miss. B l u r r: That holiday is a waste B l u r r: Halloween is better. ItsyBitsySpyers: \\YEAH, BUT YA DON'T GET TO SCARE 'EM.\\ ItsyBitsySpyers: \\OR COSTUME UP ALL MONSTERLIKE.\\ B l u r r: It's honestly  the best. Bonecrusher: Hey, I already got monster armor. *Puffs his Nova armor.* B l u r r: [[brb ]] ItsyBitsySpyers: *Soundwave huffs louder than usual* Bonecrusher: When do more humans start dyin'? B l u r r: when it gets there. B l u r r: [[ i forgot there was no dinner. im too lazy to hunt ]] Bonecrusher: ((EAT, SPEEDY)) ItsyBitsySpyers: \\YOU GOTTA ANTRIPLICATE THE DYIN'. GET ALL TENSE 'N SCRAP.\\ Bonecrusher: Don't wanna be tense. I just wanna watch humans die. B l u r r: They're awful slow. Human killers. Bonecrusher: I coulda chewed up everyone in this movie by now. B l u r r: I wouldn't recommend eating them. B l u r r: They get stuck between your denta. Bonecrusher: I know howta floss. Bevel: I like all the lights humans put up on Cross-miss. B l u r r: So do I. ItsyBitsySpyers: //Ravage does too, heh heh.// ItsyBitsySpyers: *Ravage growls. Rumble wasn't supposed to tell that.* B l u r r: I prefer mechs, however. Much better. Can taste the emotions and data. Bevel: *smiles at Ravage anyway* Bonecrusher: Ehhhh, I just like the crunch. Bonecrusher: And the screamin'.

ItsyBitsySpyers: }}Yes! Yes, exactly.{{ He points at Blurr. }}You simply don't want to acknowledge that it is.{{ B l u r r: ... Acknowledge that it is /what/ ? ItsyBitsySpyers: ((I'M SO READY)) Bonecrusher: If there's little hands in the rust then there's gotta be, like, Senator faces reflected on the pretty armor. B l u r r: [[ oh yeah im assuming you guys still need captions? ]] ItsyBitsySpyers: }}Unhealthy.{{ ItsyBitsySpyers: ((yes please)) Bevel: ((please and thank you B l u r r: It isn't unhealthy. B l u r r: I mean, normal mechs probably think it is. Bonecrusher: Don't even know howta make the armor reflect things that aren't there. Bet there's a way to do it though. I ain't worked much with holograms. ItsyBitsySpyers: }}Joint experiment?{{ Bonecrusher: ... Maybe. You do much with holograms? B l u r r: / slouches in his couch and chews on more rust sticks. Pats Oberyn / ItsyBitsySpyers: }}You are familiar with my work.{{ ItsyBitsySpyers: *Ravage slinks over to Blurr, careful to avoid Oberyn by a mile* ItsyBitsySpyers: *And parks on the other side* B l u r r: / reaches over to let Ravage give him permission to pet / ItsyBitsySpyers: *Headbutt* Bonecrusher: Yeah, you done a good job on Boss's avatar. B l u r r: / Oberyn is on the floor on the other side. He okay / B l u r r: / pats Ravage's helm and scritches a little / B l u r r: Like the decorations? They're all freshly made. B l u r r: Raided a ship for its cargo. Found a few great jack-o-lanterns. Bonecrusher: *gross Nova Prime gagging noises at the movie. humans, being physical.* ItsyBitsySpyers: =They smell delicious.= B l u r r: Well, I suppose I could let you go home with a treat if you'd like. ItsyBitsySpyers: \\AM I LATE? AM I LATE?\\ B l u r r: Even if it's not Halloween just yet. ItsyBitsySpyers: *Frenzy skids in on his heelies and nearly trips* Bonecrusher: ... She ain't even bleedin'. B l u r r: [[ i love the amount of not concern on the parents faces ]]] B l u r r: [[ "Godd damnnn it , he did it again, John." ]] ItsyBitsySpyers: *Ravage glowers at Frenzy for interrupting before looking up at Blurr* =Will be patient.= Bonecrusher: (("golly, michael, what'd we tell you about stabbing your sister?")) B l u r r: Good. I've got quite a lot planned this year, you see. B l u r r: It's my recycle date! / self assigned/ ItsyBitsySpyers: *Buzzsaw dips low in thanks for the compliment before floating up again* Bonecrusher: What, that the day they're gonna kill ya? B l u r r: ... No, that's the day I was recycled to be made. B l u r r: Put together, so to speak. Bonecrusher: ... Ya made outta trash? B l u r r: ... / tilts helm. Give him a moment. Hums / Yes. B l u r r: Put together with recycled parts and power sources. Bonecrusher: Heh. That a shrink? Shrinks suck. ItsyBitsySpyers: [[That is less effective on a Cybertronian. For the record.]] B l u r r: I swear, October is the only month I would visit that disgusting planet. B l u r r: Despite being a useless species, they aren'tso bad with Halloween. Bevel: What is less effective? Bonecrusher: Ain't nothin' a flesh bag can do would be effective on a Cybertronian. B l u r r: [[ bruh, neddles. you know she's gonna be in the new halloween, right? ]] ItsyBitsySpyers: [[Cracking windows with a servo or feeler. It inspires more irritation than fear.]] ItsyBitsySpyers: ((I AM SUPER AWARE)) ItsyBitsySpyers: \\LISTEN. LISTEN. YOU AIN'T SEEN THEM MECH HUMANS.\\ B l u r r: [[ i love it oh my god. She's my favorite ]] ItsyBitsySpyers: \\THEY HOLLOWED BREAKDOWN UP 'N MADE A SUIT OUTTA HIM. NASTY. COOL. BUT NASTY.\\ Bonecrusher: Mech-humans? What, like cyborgs? Bevel: Ew. B l u r r: They also like to make their own Cybertronians Bonecrusher: Saw 'em make Sunstreaker suits. ItsyBitsySpyers: \\NAW. THAT WAS LIKE. THE GROUP  NAME.\\ Bonecrusher: Only the Autoboobs was dumb enough to get caught. ItsyBitsySpyers: //Make their own? They was Sunstreakers too? When did Sunstreaker get it?// Bonecrusher: Uh... frag, I dunno, like a decade ago? Bonecrusher: Think it messed up his head. He's fraggin' a bug now. B l u r r: That's because the Autobots in /other/ universes are too nice. ItsyBitsySpyers: //...What, like Kickback or somethin'?// Bonecrusher: Yeah, 'cept Kickback's got a brain. This one don't. B l u r r: [[ i would die in that class with that teacher's bored voice ]] Bonecrusher: ((the true monster in this movie: bad english teachers)) B l u r r: true horror ]] Bonecrusher: Bet it was the doctor that fragged him up. B l u r r: thats usually what they do B l u r r: [[ lemme know if it drops ]] Bonecrusher: Humans are nasty. B l u r r: [[ cause its telling me its dropping a lot ]] ItsyBitsySpyers: {{Gross nasty ooze meat. Good if got treat. Not good if no goodie.}} Bonecrusher: ((it's not dropping here)) Bonecrusher: I wouldn't eat nothin' humans touched. ... Unless it was, like, triple-filtered. B l u r r: They cook horrible things. ItsyBitsySpyers: {{Bird clean first.}} B l u r r: [[ oh, nice, Itunes. ]] ItsyBitsySpyers: ((it's dropping some)) Bonecrusher: ((would you look at these girls that definitely aren't high schoolers in the slightest)) B l u r r: [[ It's my itunes screwing up, too. ]] Bonecrusher: ((yep, now it's doing weird shiit.)) Bonecrusher: ((i think it's straightening out tho)) B l u r r: [[ well, im gonna get up to get food, so if it messes up, poke me on skype ]] Bonecrusher: ((feast!)) ItsyBitsySpyers: \\I WISH HE WOULDA FINISHED THE STORY.\\ Bonecrusher: What's a hollow-ween? B l u r r: It's the best holiday in existence ItsyBitsySpyers: {{Is best holiday, yes, yes. Scare everybody, get snack, have party.}} Bonecrusher: People give you free scrap on, uh. Cross-miss. B l u r r: That holiday is a waste B l u r r: Halloween is better. ItsyBitsySpyers: \\YEAH, BUT YA DON'T GET TO SCARE 'EM.\\ ItsyBitsySpyers: \\OR COSTUME UP ALL MONSTERLIKE.\\ B l u r r: It's honestly  the best. Bonecrusher: Hey, I already got monster armor. *Puffs his Nova armor.* B l u r r: [[brb ]] ItsyBitsySpyers: *Soundwave huffs louder than usual* Bonecrusher: When do more humans start dyin'? B l u r r: when it gets there. B l u r r: [[ i forgot there was no dinner. im too lazy to hunt ]] Bonecrusher: ((EAT, SPEEDY)) ItsyBitsySpyers: \\YOU GOTTA ANTRIPLICATE THE DYIN'. GET ALL TENSE 'N SCRAP.\\ Bonecrusher: Don't wanna be tense. I just wanna watch humans die. B l u r r: They're awful slow. Human killers. Bonecrusher: I coulda chewed up everyone in this movie by now. B l u r r: I wouldn't recommend eating them. B l u r r: They get stuck between your denta. Bonecrusher: I know howta floss. Bevel: I like all the lights humans put up on Cross-miss. B l u r r: So do I. ItsyBitsySpyers: //Ravage does too, heh heh.// ItsyBitsySpyers: *Ravage growls. Rumble wasn't supposed to tell that.* B l u r r: I prefer mechs, however. Much better. Can taste the emotions and data. Bevel: *smiles at Ravage anyway* Bonecrusher: Ehhhh, I just like the crunch. Bonecrusher: And the screamin'. ItsyBitsySpyers: //How come you ain't called Bonecruncher?// B l u r r: it's fun toscare them Bonecrusher: ... I 'unno. ItsyBitsySpyers: //Pfffffffhfhfhf Tarantula-man.// B l u r r: Humans are awfully fun to play with. B l u r r: [[ funny story: one of the managers we had at buffalo literally used to talk and walk like meyers and asked a server out on a date ]] B l u r r: [[ the more you know. *rainbow motion* ]] ItsyBitsySpyers: [[omg]] ItsyBitsySpyers: ((..er, omg. without telepathy)) Bonecrusher: ((creepy)) B l u r r: [[ oh and he was much older ]] B l u r r: [[ so yes it was very creepy. ]] ItsyBitsySpyers: ((ew)) Bevel: ((eww B l u r r: [[ yes it was very ew ]] B l u r r: ... She literally spilled one thing on her clothes and needs to wash them right now? B l u r r: Dramatic. ItsyBitsySpyers: [[Some of us prefer to keep clean.]] Bonecrusher: Why do they bother? B l u r r: I don't know. B l u r r: It's a waste. B l u r r: That little one is useless, too. B l u r r: [[ this little girl always annoyed me ]] Bonecrusher: They're still nasty. Did ya know humans got these tiny spigots all over their flesh that drip slime all the time? B l u r r: ... Slime? B l u r r: Never met a human that dripped slime. Bonecrusher: Yeah. They're always greasy and moist. B l u r r: That's sweat. Bonecrusher: YEAH. That's it. ItsyBitsySpyers: //It's gross.// B l u r r: Yes, humans are disgusting. Wing: *he's late. forever late. he's also not sure about being here. just let him slip quietly along the back* Bonecrusher: *hey there new guy, tonight Nova Fragging Prime is sitting on a couch.* Sup. B l u r r: She's an idiot anyway. Wearing those ugly yellow socks with anything. Wing: *well, he tried* *wave* Bonecrusher: What're socks? B l u r r: Those things on her legs ItsyBitsySpyers: [[Clothes. Weak leg armor.]] Bonecrusher: Oh. Bonecrusher: ((oh my god this lil kid tryna ninja around)) ItsyBitsySpyers: //Sounds like the Boss.// Bevel: Death? B l u r r: Tsk. Bonecrusher: Starin' at the wall like an idiot? ItsyBitsySpyers: [[Neither, thank you.]] B l u r r: ... Maybe he didn't see the wall. ItsyBitsySpyers: ((oh god this jackass and his line)) Bonecrusher: ((ew)) B l u r r: yeah ]] ItsyBitsySpyers: ((agreed)) Bonecrusher: ((so when do they get stabbed)) ItsyBitsySpyers: ((not soon enough)) B l u r r: well, they're already breaking the three rules so ]] B l u r r: [[ ive shown scream, right? That's my favorite movie ]] Wing: ((saaaame)) Wing: ((I mean besides Rocky Horror)) Wing: ((and Return of the Living Dead)) Wing: (( @___@ I can't decide ***)) B l u r r: [[ i think id like to reshow cabin in the woods. ]] Bonecrusher: ((cabin in the woods is gr8)) B l u r r: [[ it is a favorite ]] Bonecrusher: *disgusted Nova Prime noises* ItsyBitsySpyers: *Frenzy stage whispers* \\TOO OVERCHARGED TO KEEP GOIN'\\ Bonecrusher: Turn that slag off, only one of us in here's a voyeur. Bonecrusher: ... *COUGH*soundwave*COUGH* ItsyBitsySpyers: [[Ugh. He isn't interested in humans.]] ItsyBitsySpyers: [[Or most mechs.]] Bevel: *ugh interfacing movies* B l u r r: / snort / ItsyBitsySpyers: *Please, Primus, don't let Bonecrusher mention the recent thing.* Wing: *never mind. he'll just slip back out again and return home* ItsyBitsySpyers: *Rumble throws a half-afted salute at Wing* Bonecrusher: MOST mechs. Wing: ((I tried. he's not having it)) ItsyBitsySpyers: *Slow turn to stare at Bonecrusher.* Bonecrusher: *if Nova didn't have a battlemask Bonecrusher would be giving him the smuggest smirk.* ItsyBitsySpyers: *Congratulations, Bonecrusher. You've guaranteed he's going to be staring at you all the rest of the night. Without moving.* ItsyBitsySpyers: //Don't nobody call cops?// Bonecrusher: *you keep staring, sheet metal.*

B l u r r: / Oberyn is on the floor on the other side. He okay / B l u r r: / pats Ravage's helm and scritches a little / B l u r r: Like the decorations? They're all freshly made. B l u r r: Raided a ship for its cargo. Found a few great jack-o-lanterns. Bonecrusher: *gross Nova Prime gagging noises at the movie. humans, being physical.* ItsyBitsySpyers: =They smell delicious.= B l u r r: Well, I suppose I could let you go home with a treat if you'd like. ItsyBitsySpyers: \\AM I LATE? AM I LATE?\\ B l u r r: Even if it's not Halloween just yet. ItsyBitsySpyers: *Frenzy skids in on his heelies and nearly trips* Bonecrusher: ... She ain't even bleedin'. B l u r r: [[ i love the amount of not concern on the parents faces ]]] B l u r r: [[ "Godd damnnn it , he did it again, John." ]] ItsyBitsySpyers: *Ravage glowers at Frenzy for interrupting before looking up at Blurr* =Will be patient.= Bonecrusher: (("golly, michael, what'd we tell you about stabbing your sister?")) B l u r r: Good. I've got quite a lot planned this year, you see. B l u r r: It's my recycle date! / self assigned/ ItsyBitsySpyers: *Buzzsaw dips low in thanks for the compliment before floating up again* Bonecrusher: What, that the day they're gonna kill ya? B l u r r: ... No, that's the day I was recycled to be made. B l u r r: Put together, so to speak. Bonecrusher: ... Ya made outta trash? B l u r r: ... / tilts helm. Give him a moment. Hums / Yes. B l u r r: Put together with recycled parts and power sources. Bonecrusher: Heh. That a shrink? Shrinks suck. ItsyBitsySpyers: [[That is less effective on a Cybertronian. For the record.]] B l u r r: I swear, October is the only month I would visit that disgusting planet. B l u r r: Despite being a useless species, they aren'tso bad with Halloween. Bevel: What is less effective? Bonecrusher: Ain't nothin' a flesh bag can do would be effective on a Cybertronian. B l u r r: [[ bruh, neddles. you know she's gonna be in the new halloween, right? ]] ItsyBitsySpyers: [[Cracking windows with a servo or feeler. It inspires more irritation than fear.]] ItsyBitsySpyers: ((I AM SUPER AWARE)) ItsyBitsySpyers: \\LISTEN. LISTEN. YOU AIN'T SEEN THEM MECH HUMANS.\\ B l u r r: [[ i love it oh my god. She's my favorite ]] ItsyBitsySpyers: \\THEY HOLLOWED BREAKDOWN UP 'N MADE A SUIT OUTTA HIM. NASTY. COOL. BUT NASTY.\\ Bonecrusher: Mech-humans? What, like cyborgs? Bevel: Ew. B l u r r: They also like to make their own Cybertronians Bonecrusher: Saw 'em make Sunstreaker suits. ItsyBitsySpyers: \\NAW. THAT WAS LIKE. THE GROUP  NAME.\\ Bonecrusher: Only the Autoboobs was dumb enough to get caught. ItsyBitsySpyers: //Make their own? They was Sunstreakers too? When did Sunstreaker get it?// Bonecrusher: Uh... frag, I dunno, like a decade ago? Bonecrusher: Think it messed up his head. He's fraggin' a bug now. B l u r r: That's because the Autobots in /other/ universes are too nice. ItsyBitsySpyers: //...What, like Kickback or somethin'?// Bonecrusher: Yeah, 'cept Kickback's got a brain. This one don't. B l u r r: [[ i would die in that class with that teacher's bored voice ]] Bonecrusher: ((the true monster in this movie: bad english teachers)) B l u r r: true horror ]] Bonecrusher: Bet it was the doctor that fragged him up. B l u r r: thats usually what they do B l u r r: [[ lemme know if it drops ]] Bonecrusher: Humans are nasty. B l u r r: [[ cause its telling me its dropping a lot ]] ItsyBitsySpyers: {{Gross nasty ooze meat. Good if got treat. Not good if no goodie.}} Bonecrusher: ((it's not dropping here)) Bonecrusher: I wouldn't eat nothin' humans touched. ... Unless it was, like, triple-filtered. B l u r r: They cook horrible things. ItsyBitsySpyers: {{Bird clean first.}} B l u r r: [[ oh, nice, Itunes. ]] ItsyBitsySpyers: ((it's dropping some)) Bonecrusher: ((would you look at these girls that definitely aren't high schoolers in the slightest)) B l u r r: [[ It's my itunes screwing up, too. ]] Bonecrusher: ((yep, now it's doing weird shiit.)) Bonecrusher: ((i think it's straightening out tho)) B l u r r: [[ well, im gonna get up to get food, so if it messes up, poke me on skype ]] Bonecrusher: ((feast!)) ItsyBitsySpyers: \\I WISH HE WOULDA FINISHED THE STORY.\\ Bonecrusher: What's a hollow-ween? B l u r r: It's the best holiday in existence ItsyBitsySpyers: {{Is best holiday, yes, yes. Scare everybody, get snack, have party.}} Bonecrusher: People give you free scrap on, uh. Cross-miss. B l u r r: That holiday is a waste B l u r r: Halloween is better. ItsyBitsySpyers: \\YEAH, BUT YA DON'T GET TO SCARE 'EM.\\ ItsyBitsySpyers: \\OR COSTUME UP ALL MONSTERLIKE.\\ B l u r r: It's honestly  the best. Bonecrusher: Hey, I already got monster armor. *Puffs his Nova armor.* B l u r r: [[brb ]] ItsyBitsySpyers: *Soundwave huffs louder than usual* Bonecrusher: When do more humans start dyin'? B l u r r: when it gets there. B l u r r: [[ i forgot there was no dinner. im too lazy to hunt ]] Bonecrusher: ((EAT, SPEEDY)) ItsyBitsySpyers: \\YOU GOTTA ANTRIPLICATE THE DYIN'. GET ALL TENSE 'N SCRAP.\\ Bonecrusher: Don't wanna be tense. I just wanna watch humans die. B l u r r: They're awful slow. Human killers. Bonecrusher: I coulda chewed up everyone in this movie by now. B l u r r: I wouldn't recommend eating them. B l u r r: They get stuck between your denta. Bonecrusher: I know howta floss. Bevel: I like all the lights humans put up on Cross-miss. B l u r r: So do I. ItsyBitsySpyers: //Ravage does too, heh heh.// ItsyBitsySpyers: *Ravage growls. Rumble wasn't supposed to tell that.* B l u r r: I prefer mechs, however. Much better. Can taste the emotions and data. Bevel: *smiles at Ravage anyway* Bonecrusher: Ehhhh, I just like the crunch. Bonecrusher: And the screamin'. ItsyBitsySpyers: //How come you ain't called Bonecruncher?// B l u r r: it's fun toscare them Bonecrusher: ... I 'unno. ItsyBitsySpyers: //Pfffffffhfhfhf Tarantula-man.// B l u r r: Humans are awfully fun to play with. B l u r r: [[ funny story: one of the managers we had at buffalo literally used to talk and walk like meyers and asked a server out on a date ]] B l u r r: [[ the more you know. *rainbow motion* ]] ItsyBitsySpyers: [[omg]] ItsyBitsySpyers: ((..er, omg. without telepathy)) Bonecrusher: ((creepy)) B l u r r: [[ oh and he was much older ]] B l u r r: [[ so yes it was very creepy. ]] ItsyBitsySpyers: ((ew)) Bevel: ((eww B l u r r: [[ yes it was very ew ]] B l u r r: ... She literally spilled one thing on her clothes and needs to wash them right now? B l u r r: Dramatic. ItsyBitsySpyers: [[Some of us prefer to keep clean.]] Bonecrusher: Why do they bother? B l u r r: I don't know. B l u r r: It's a waste. B l u r r: That little one is useless, too. B l u r r: [[ this little girl always annoyed me ]] Bonecrusher: They're still nasty. Did ya know humans got these tiny spigots all over their flesh that drip slime all the time? B l u r r: ... Slime? B l u r r: Never met a human that dripped slime. Bonecrusher: Yeah. They're always greasy and moist. B l u r r: That's sweat. Bonecrusher: YEAH. That's it. ItsyBitsySpyers: //It's gross.// B l u r r: Yes, humans are disgusting. Wing: *he's late. forever late. he's also not sure about being here. just let him slip quietly along the back* Bonecrusher: *hey there new guy, tonight Nova Fragging Prime is sitting on a couch.* Sup. B l u r r: She's an idiot anyway. Wearing those ugly yellow socks with anything. Wing: *well, he tried* *wave* Bonecrusher: What're socks? B l u r r: Those things on her legs ItsyBitsySpyers: [[Clothes. Weak leg armor.]] Bonecrusher: Oh. Bonecrusher: ((oh my god this lil kid tryna ninja around)) ItsyBitsySpyers: //Sounds like the Boss.// Bevel: Death? B l u r r: Tsk. Bonecrusher: Starin' at the wall like an idiot? ItsyBitsySpyers: [[Neither, thank you.]] B l u r r: ... Maybe he didn't see the wall. ItsyBitsySpyers: ((oh god this jackass and his line)) Bonecrusher: ((ew)) B l u r r: yeah ]] ItsyBitsySpyers: ((agreed)) Bonecrusher: ((so when do they get stabbed)) ItsyBitsySpyers: ((not soon enough)) B l u r r: well, they're already breaking the three rules so ]] B l u r r: [[ ive shown scream, right? That's my favorite movie ]] Wing: ((saaaame)) Wing: ((I mean besides Rocky Horror)) Wing: ((and Return of the Living Dead)) Wing: (( @___@ I can't decide ***)) B l u r r: [[ i think id like to reshow cabin in the woods. ]] Bonecrusher: ((cabin in the woods is gr8)) B l u r r: [[ it is a favorite ]] Bonecrusher: *disgusted Nova Prime noises* ItsyBitsySpyers: *Frenzy stage whispers* \\TOO OVERCHARGED TO KEEP GOIN'\\ Bonecrusher: Turn that slag off, only one of us in here's a voyeur. Bonecrusher: ... *COUGH*soundwave*COUGH* ItsyBitsySpyers: [[Ugh. He isn't interested in humans.]] ItsyBitsySpyers: [[Or most mechs.]] Bevel: *ugh interfacing movies* B l u r r: / snort / ItsyBitsySpyers: *Please, Primus, don't let Bonecrusher mention the recent thing.* Wing: *never mind. he'll just slip back out again and return home* ItsyBitsySpyers: *Rumble throws a half-afted salute at Wing* Bonecrusher: MOST mechs. Wing: ((I tried. he's not having it)) ItsyBitsySpyers: *Slow turn to stare at Bonecrusher.* Bonecrusher: *if Nova didn't have a battlemask Bonecrusher would be giving him the smuggest smirk.* ItsyBitsySpyers: *Congratulations, Bonecrusher. You've guaranteed he's going to be staring at you all the rest of the night. Without moving.* ItsyBitsySpyers: //Don't nobody call cops?// Bonecrusher: *you keep staring, sheet metal.* Bonecrusher: How come humans are so dumb? Bonecrusher: Turn the fraggin' lights on. B l u r r: They never do ItsyBitsySpyers: *Frenzy scoots closer* ItsyBitsySpyers: \\DRAMATIC FRAGGER, AIN'T HE.\\ Bonecrusher: ((is he like, standing somewhere with a bunch of tripwires to pull open the doors at the right time)) B l u r r: [[plot twist: he's the home alone kid gone wild ] ItsyBitsySpyers: ((they did say someone stole rope along with masks)) ItsyBitsySpyers: ((omg blurr)) Bonecrusher: ((omg)) Bonecrusher: (("leave ME at home whole they go to paris, will they?!")) B l u r r: [[ "FOR THREE VACATIONS " ]] B l u r r: [[ he finally had it ]] Bonecrusher: They're punchin' through doors and windows like they're nothin'. Shoddy construction. ItsyBitsySpyers: //Well, yeah. It ain't good metal. It's like. Tree.// Bonecrusher: Yeah, but humans are made outta meat. ItsyBitsySpyers: //Only thing can't beat a tree's the Prime.// Bevel: *laughs* B l u r r: /scoff/ Depends on the prime, I suppose. Bonecrusher: *doesn't get it, but thinks that it's an insult to the prime, so laughs*

Bonecrusher: ((EAT, SPEEDY)) ItsyBitsySpyers: \\YOU GOTTA ANTRIPLICATE THE DYIN'. GET ALL TENSE 'N SCRAP.\\ Bonecrusher: Don't wanna be tense. I just wanna watch humans die. B l u r r: They're awful slow. Human killers. Bonecrusher: I coulda chewed up everyone in this movie by now. B l u r r: I wouldn't recommend eating them. B l u r r: They get stuck between your denta. Bonecrusher: I know howta floss. Bevel: I like all the lights humans put up on Cross-miss. B l u r r: So do I. ItsyBitsySpyers: //Ravage does too, heh heh.// ItsyBitsySpyers: *Ravage growls. Rumble wasn't supposed to tell that.* B l u r r: I prefer mechs, however. Much better. Can taste the emotions and data. Bevel: *smiles at Ravage anyway* Bonecrusher: Ehhhh, I just like the crunch. Bonecrusher: And the screamin'. ItsyBitsySpyers: //How come you ain't called Bonecruncher?// B l u r r: it's fun toscare them Bonecrusher: ... I 'unno. ItsyBitsySpyers: //Pfffffffhfhfhf Tarantula-man.// B l u r r: Humans are awfully fun to play with. B l u r r: [[ funny story: one of the managers we had at buffalo literally used to talk and walk like meyers and asked a server out on a date ]] B l u r r: [[ the more you know. *rainbow motion* ]] ItsyBitsySpyers: [[omg]] ItsyBitsySpyers: ((..er, omg. without telepathy)) Bonecrusher: ((creepy)) B l u r r: [[ oh and he was much older ]] B l u r r: [[ so yes it was very creepy. ]] ItsyBitsySpyers: ((ew)) Bevel: ((eww B l u r r: [[ yes it was very ew ]] B l u r r: ... She literally spilled one thing on her clothes and needs to wash them right now? B l u r r: Dramatic. ItsyBitsySpyers: [[Some of us prefer to keep clean.]] Bonecrusher: Why do they bother? B l u r r: I don't know. B l u r r: It's a waste. B l u r r: That little one is useless, too. B l u r r: [[ this little girl always annoyed me ]] Bonecrusher: They're still nasty. Did ya know humans got these tiny spigots all over their flesh that drip slime all the time? B l u r r: ... Slime? B l u r r: Never met a human that dripped slime. Bonecrusher: Yeah. They're always greasy and moist. B l u r r: That's sweat. Bonecrusher: YEAH. That's it. ItsyBitsySpyers: //It's gross.// B l u r r: Yes, humans are disgusting. Wing: *he's late. forever late. he's also not sure about being here. just let him slip quietly along the back* Bonecrusher: *hey there new guy, tonight Nova Fragging Prime is sitting on a couch.* Sup. B l u r r: She's an idiot anyway. Wearing those ugly yellow socks with anything. Wing: *well, he tried* *wave* Bonecrusher: What're socks? B l u r r: Those things on her legs ItsyBitsySpyers: [[Clothes. Weak leg armor.]] Bonecrusher: Oh. Bonecrusher: ((oh my god this lil kid tryna ninja around)) ItsyBitsySpyers: //Sounds like the Boss.// Bevel: Death? B l u r r: Tsk. Bonecrusher: Starin' at the wall like an idiot? ItsyBitsySpyers: [[Neither, thank you.]] B l u r r: ... Maybe he didn't see the wall. ItsyBitsySpyers: ((oh god this jackass and his line)) Bonecrusher: ((ew)) B l u r r: yeah ]] ItsyBitsySpyers: ((agreed)) Bonecrusher: ((so when do they get stabbed)) ItsyBitsySpyers: ((not soon enough)) B l u r r: well, they're already breaking the three rules so ]] B l u r r: [[ ive shown scream, right? That's my favorite movie ]] Wing: ((saaaame)) Wing: ((I mean besides Rocky Horror)) Wing: ((and Return of the Living Dead)) Wing: (( @___@ I can't decide ***)) B l u r r: [[ i think id like to reshow cabin in the woods. ]] Bonecrusher: ((cabin in the woods is gr8)) B l u r r: [[ it is a favorite ]] Bonecrusher: *disgusted Nova Prime noises* ItsyBitsySpyers: *Frenzy stage whispers* \\TOO OVERCHARGED TO KEEP GOIN'\\ Bonecrusher: Turn that slag off, only one of us in here's a voyeur. Bonecrusher: ... *COUGH*soundwave*COUGH* ItsyBitsySpyers: [[Ugh. He isn't interested in humans.]] ItsyBitsySpyers: [[Or most mechs.]] Bevel: *ugh interfacing movies* B l u r r: / snort / ItsyBitsySpyers: *Please, Primus, don't let Bonecrusher mention the recent thing.* Wing: *never mind. he'll just slip back out again and return home* ItsyBitsySpyers: *Rumble throws a half-afted salute at Wing* Bonecrusher: MOST mechs. Wing: ((I tried. he's not having it)) ItsyBitsySpyers: *Slow turn to stare at Bonecrusher.* Bonecrusher: *if Nova didn't have a battlemask Bonecrusher would be giving him the smuggest smirk.* ItsyBitsySpyers: *Congratulations, Bonecrusher. You've guaranteed he's going to be staring at you all the rest of the night. Without moving.* ItsyBitsySpyers: //Don't nobody call cops?// Bonecrusher: *you keep staring, sheet metal.* Bonecrusher: How come humans are so dumb? Bonecrusher: Turn the fraggin' lights on. B l u r r: They never do ItsyBitsySpyers: *Frenzy scoots closer* ItsyBitsySpyers: \\DRAMATIC FRAGGER, AIN'T HE.\\ Bonecrusher: ((is he like, standing somewhere with a bunch of tripwires to pull open the doors at the right time)) B l u r r: [[plot twist: he's the home alone kid gone wild ] ItsyBitsySpyers: ((they did say someone stole rope along with masks)) ItsyBitsySpyers: ((omg blurr)) Bonecrusher: ((omg)) Bonecrusher: (("leave ME at home whole they go to paris, will they?!")) B l u r r: [[ "FOR THREE VACATIONS " ]] B l u r r: [[ he finally had it ]] Bonecrusher: They're punchin' through doors and windows like they're nothin'. Shoddy construction. ItsyBitsySpyers: //Well, yeah. It ain't good metal. It's like. Tree.// Bonecrusher: Yeah, but humans are made outta meat. ItsyBitsySpyers: //Only thing can't beat a tree's the Prime.// Bevel: *laughs* B l u r r: /scoff/ Depends on the prime, I suppose. Bonecrusher: *doesn't get it, but thinks that it's an insult to the prime, so laughs* ItsyBitsySpyers: \\FINISH HIM!\\ Bonecrusher: *... Is Soundwave still staring?* ItsyBitsySpyers: *yeeeeep* Bonecrusher: *............... that's fine.* ItsyBitsySpyers: //What, your Prime never been tree-punched?// ItsyBitsySpyers: //I ain't believin' it.// B l u r r: / vents/ Honestly. B l u r r: My Prime? Never. Bonecrusher: You saw him punch through a door 'n' you think that one's gonna stop him? It's got holes in it? B l u r r: Well, she'smaking noise, so he knows she's there Bonecrusher: Moron. B l u r r: / tenses up and flinches just slightly / Bonecrusher: ... What, he's dead already? Bonecrusher: Oh. B l u r r: Well, guess he's not dead dead. B l u r r: Which means the monster wins. /chews on another rust stick / Bonecrusher: Whaddaya mean, he was shot like twenty times. B l u r r: yeah but he got away Bevel: Humans can survive a lot of really bad stuff sometimes. Maybe he will too. ItsyBitsySpyers: \\HE FOLLOWS HER SOME MORE. LIKE. TO A HOSPITAL.\\ ItsyBitsySpyers: \\MAYBE HE FIXES HIMSELF UP OR SOMETHIN'.\\ Bevel: Oh no B l u r r: Not as mysterious as Jason. Bonecrusher: ... But humans are weak. B l u r r: Consistently so. Bevel: Is Jason another murderer guy? B l u r r: Mm yes. B l u r r: He's from a different movie. ItsyBitsySpyers: //You sound kinda scared.// Rumble grins at Bonecrusher. B l u r r: / snicker/ Oh, is he? Bonecrusher: NAW. I'm mad. It's stupid. He's supposed t'be dead. B l u r r: So, you'd rather the good guys win? Bonecrusher: *looks at Blurr like he's crazy.* Bonecrusher: Who gives a frag? They're all humans. B l u r r: But if you had to choose. Bevel: *know what she'd choose but no one's asking her* Bevel: *will happily reach over to look at some of Blurr's decorations for the room* Bonecrusher: I'd choose to step on all of them. B l u r r: / good. check out the deco's / B l u r r: I'm saying if you had to choose between the person ridding the world of more humans or the humans saving other humans Bonecrusher: *Squints* ... I don't give a frag. I wanna step on all of them. B l u r r: ...Ah. A processor is a horrible thing to waste. B l u r r: / sticks another rust stick in his mouth/ Bonecrusher: Hey! What's that supposed to mean?! B l u r r: It means you're not broadening your thought process. Bonecrusher: What's THAT supposed to mean?! You callin' me stupid? B l u r r: No. If I wanted to call you stupid, I would. B l u r r: / cracks the rust stick in half / B l u r r: I'm asking you if you had to choose. You're choosing an option not given. Bonecrusher: *... now he's confused. default to aggression* You're callin' me stupid! Hey! Maybe I don't give a frag bout your dumb question, how 'bout that? You think of that, smart guy? Huh? B l u r r: K-KYAHAHAHAA!! B l u r r: / kicks a leg out. Cackling loudly / Bonecrusher: WHO YOU LAUGHING AT?! B l u r r: He gets angry!! /jumps up to his pedes / Like I said, if I was calling you stupid, I would have. ItsyBitsySpyers: *He's absolutely giving this to Prowl later.* B l u r r: [[ i hope he gives it to prowl with the background music ]] Bonecrusher: You think I'm too dumb to know when someone's callin' me stupid?! Huh?! B l u r r: Absolutely not. I think you're intelligent to know that I'm blunt and when I want to call someone stupid, I will. Bonecrusher: ... YEAH. S'right. I am. Frag straight. B l u r r: / smirks / B l u r r: What's a mech like you doing these days, hn? B l u r r: With all that intelligence, one would think you could run any cat 1 raid. Bonecrusher: Run a what? I mean—YEAH. Sure. I could. If I wanted. Got better slag to do though. B l u r r: Oh? Like what? B l u r r: / smirks at vacant side/ He's so smart, isn't he? /nod nod nod. Dodge and Velocity are dying of laughter fyi / Bonecrusher: Who you talkin' to. B l u r r: /smirks and motions to his sides / Dodge. Velocity. Bonecrusher: *Squints.* ... Don't see nobody. B l u r r: / makes a face/  Oh ? What a pity... B l u r r: / glances around / Everyone else can. And here I thought you were intelligent... B l u r r: / disappointed sigh. 8( / Bonecrusher: HEY! You ARE callin' me stupid! I oughta—! Bonecrusher: *saw soundwave out of the corner of his optic. HE'S STILL STARING.* B l u r r: You oughta...? B l u r r: / is waiting. Turns to his side / Oh, don't worry. Maybe he'll see you eventually . Bonecrusher: ... i oughta... i oughta go back t'... boss is probably gonna... y'know... Bonecrusher: ... m'gonna go home. B l u r r: Oh? Pity. B l u r r: We were just starting to get to know you. Bonecrusher: *watches Soundwave uncomfortably a moment.* B l u r r: Well, if you ever want to drop by. Let us know. /smirk/ ItsyBitsySpyers: [[Yes. He should leave too. He has business to attend to.]] He says while not moving at all. B l u r r: /reaches down to scritch Ravage / See you later, mech. ItsyBitsySpyers: *Ravage rumbles and nods.* =Next time.= B l u r r: Oberyn! /monster wolf to his side / Come along. We have business with a few mechs in the brig. Bonecrusher: *... he's gonna just. turn off.* B l u r r: See you later, new mech /wiggle claws / B l u r r: / waves to soundwave / ItsyBitsySpyers: *Waits a second, makes sure Bonecrusher isn't coming back. Huffs, turns to Blurr, and nods.* [[A pleasant evening. Goodnight, Blurr.]] *And off to harass his new playtoy some more, everyone in tow.*

[snowsheba]

iron-willed are the ascended

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chapter 1 (part 1 of 3) - your life and mine

Angela is young when Mercy etches the golden ink upon her back – the youngest chosen in all of history, barely two weeks out of the womb when she awakens her parents with anguished cries, tattoos of feathered wings glowing bright and holy upon her back. She’s so young that when her parents take her to the palace, they have to show the guards her skin so that they can enter, and she’s so young that when the royalty see her and take her, she can’t even remember her parents’ faces as the years pass her by.

This is how she grows up, then: singing to the goddess Mercy every morning with the sunrise as soon as she is old enough to speak, learning history and conduct under the strict teachings of Mercy’s priests and priestesses, holding and dancing and fighting with a staff so she will never be defenseless. Angela is forged into Mercy’s weapon, the Angel, the Miracle, the Chosen, fair and true and bright and bold; with her gilded wings and golden voice she heals, and stories of her gentle hands and gentle eyes and gentle heart spread far and wide throughout her kingdom.

Mercy is not kind, however. Angela’s gifts are miraculous but do not come for free, and those are the days when her eyes blaze azure and her staff lifts high and delivers the judgment that one deserves. There is always gray, but Mercy sees the world in black and white; with injustice comes righteousness, and alongside Justice’s disciple Angela is the judge of all. Not even the kings can reverse her decision, not with Justice at her back, and those are the days when Angela kneels on her bed and screams as her wings burn white-hot against her back.

So it goes. Her life is a never-ending cycle of healing, singing, reading, combat training, dancing, judging, speaking. The kings come to her advice and she gives it as freely as she dares, consulting with the goddess and carrying Her words to her people, and Angela is comfortable and content. Life is exciting and every day is different and she gets to help people, the most important and fulfilling part, and that is enough. She desires for nothing.

(Except, on the nights where she cries herself to sleep as the golden ink across her skin ripples and aches and burns, for freedom.)

“Morning, Angel.”

“Good morning, Jesse.”

Justice’s chosen grins and gives her the slightest bow, to which she smiles back with a nod. Jesse, like her, was taken away from his family at a young age after they found the telltale red ink of Deadeye stamped onto his shoulder, glowing scarlet in his left eye and dry wind and wit following him wherever he goes; Angela has grown up beside him, has fought alongside him, has judged with him at her back, and now they are both twenty and they are inseparable, even now.

“Anything exciting planned for the day?” he asks, taking the spot across from her at her table. Strewn across its surface are various texts and tomes, all of which he ignores as amber eyes bore into hers.

The intensity of his gaze is intimidating and the hallmark of all of Justices; stare into those irises for too long and Jesse will know all of the sins that crawl under one’s skin – the Sight, it’s called. Where Angela is given prophecies that she speaks to the world, Jesse can peer into the specific future of whoever he is reading with stunning and, occasionally, unsettling accuracy. His clairvoyance lends him entirely non-cryptic advice, too, something Angela is envious of; whenever she prophesizes, her words always take the form of riddles.

“No,” Angela says presently, giving him a patient smile. “I have combat training in the afternoon as usual, and before that, my abilities will be needed, I suppose.” Healing the desperate who come to the royal palace is her greatest calling, in her eyes, something she takes pride in and something she’s insisted on since the beginning; why have these abilities if she never uses them, after all? “And you?”

“Nah,” Jesse says, blinking once. “The court’s not in session.” He shrugs, and it’s only because Angela knows him so well that she can see the disappointed flash in his eyes as he adds, “Gabe said he’d take me out today, but he got busy, so. Got nothing to do now.”

“You are always welcome to accompany me,” Angela offers quietly. “The children like you best.”

“Aw, that’s just ‘cause you’re always busy with their grown-ups,” Jesse replies, grinning crookedly. “But hey, if you’ll have me, then I’ll be glad to.”

“Wonderful,” Angela says with a beaming smile. She can see one of the priestesses out of the corner of her eye; so too can Jesse, and they lean forward and pretend to be glossing through the papers in front of them as Angela confesses, “It gets so dull without anyone to talk to.”

“Tell me about it,” Jesse says, rolling his eyes. The priestess casts them a suspicious look, enough that Angela actually picks up a quill pen and scribbles something nonsensical on it to give the appearance of work, and it’s only when the woman sniffs and moves on, apparently convinced the two are studying, that Jesse murmurs, “You hear anything about the meeting that’s got Jack and Gabe tied up right now?”

“Not much,” Angela whispers back. “Only that it has something to do with Shimada. I think they might be poking at our borders again.”

“You think their king would’ve learned his lesson from the first try,” Jesse says, shaking his head.

“Twenty years is a long time,” Angela says. “Maybe he’s feeling overconfident.”

“Well, his sons are coming of age soon, aren’t they?” Jesse muses. “Maybe he’s trying to be a good role model or something. The whole Shimada country is like that – you know, always talking about how good and disciplined their warriors are.”

“Our armies outnumber theirs three to one,” Angela points out, a little incredulous. “Surely he recognizes that.”

“And now that we’ve got a Mercy, he doesn’t stand a chance,” Jesse agrees. At Angela’s questioning eyebrow – she’s no combatant, after all – he explains, “People would die to protect you, Angel – armies included. Having a common cause to rally around is going to keep morale high, and that’ll make our troops all the more deadly.”

“I suppose so,” Angela concedes, though such a notion makes her explicitly uncomfortable. She sighs. “I hope that we can find a way to avoid conflict altogether. We could accomplish so much if we could just work alongside each other.”

“Wishful thinking,” Jesse says, smiling. He’s so young, she thinks distantly, and he’s grown into that gangly body of his, muscles filling out and voice deepening to a soft, almost country twang. If he wasn’t Justice, people would be fawning over him, Angela has no doubt; yet here they are, cooped up in the palace’s enormous library, living in luxury and loneliness, discussing war and its implications without batting an eye, at least until he changes the subject. “How much longer you got here before you’re going to the main hall?”

“Another half hour, I think,” Angela says, sneaking a glance behind her. The priest who typically watches her and keeps her on task is reading from a tome himself, while the rest of the open area around them is deserted, and she meets Jesse’s eyes and smirks. “Perhaps a bit sooner, if you know what I mean.”

“Think I do,” Jesse says, grinning outright now as he hoists himself to his feet. “This’ll take just a sec, then.”

It’s a tried and true tactic of theirs – Angela and Jesse, depending on who is stuck somewhere, acting as a distraction so the other can escape, that is. The technique has become more and more refined over the years, to the point where most of the priests and priestesses grudgingly accept it as inevitable, and so when Jesse’s smooth drawl rings out in the quiet of the library and it appears the priest is engaged with him, tiredly so, Angela slips out from her seat and darts towards the exit, slippered feet silent on the carpeted floor.

Once in the hallway outside, she tucks herself into an alcove between two marble pillars and waits for Jesse to emerge. He does, a moment later, and they share a grin as she loops her arm through his and they begin to walk. “Sometimes having the Sight is nice,” Jesse says. “Keeps ‘em on their toes whenever I’m talking to them.”

“But then no one will meet your eyes,” Angela points out.

“True,” he says, and he nudges her with his shoulder. “You always do, though, and that’s all that really matters.”

“I’m flattered,” Angela says with a laugh. They’re making way to the main hall, it appears, though she isn’t due for another twenty minutes; ah, well, being early wouldn’t cause any problems, she’s sure. “And what do you see in my future, then?”

“You know I never can say,” Jesse says, and when she glances up at him, he’s pouting. It looks hilarious on him. “Mercy hides your fate from me. Guess She and Justice don’t get along.”

The answer never changes, no matter how many times she asks, but that never stops her. In any case, she sighs and says, “I’m sure it would be a very boring reading.”

“Can’t say you’re wrong there,” Jesse says with a shake of his head, “Considering how little we do, anyway,” and the doors open silently as they push into the main hall.

Angela is expecting it to be full of people – priests and priestesses, mostly, the gravest of the injured and ill to be brought to Angela’s attention, possibly some of the general public – but both of them slow to a halt when they find it desolate and empty. It looks impossibly huge without anyone to fill the space, and a curl of dread coils coldly in her stomach.

“This doesn’t bode well,” Angela says after a moment, keeping her voice down.

“Definitely not,” Jesse murmurs. When they look up the stairs to where the throne room is, the door is slightly ajar, and Jesse says, “Guess the Shimada thing was more important than we thought.”

“If we get close, perhaps we can listen in,” Angela suggests, but as soon as the words are out of her mouth, there is unintelligible shouting – and the door is thrown open and who should storm out but King Gabriel himself, stomping down the stairs and muttering something under his breath. Instinctively both she and Jesse draw back to hide in the shadows of a pillar, and Angela tightens her grip on Jesse’s arm when King Jack darts out of the throne room, too, rushing down after Gabriel and stopping him by pushing in front of him. They’re speaking too softly for Angela to make out the words, even as she and Jesse press closer to the pillar and lean in as closely as they dare.

And then Angela feels it – the itching sensation in her back, and she breathes, “Oh no,” softly, and Jesse looks at her in confusion. “My wings,” she says, the itch slowly getting stronger, and she releases Jesse’s arm and straightens her shoulders, grimacing as the prickling sends sharp shoots of pain up her back.

“Shit,” Jesse curses, and then, “Couldn’t have picked worse timing. C’mon, let’s get you out of – ”

Angela cries out when her entire back bursts into flames, or that’s what it feels like, and Jesse swears again. She’s hardly aware of him catching her as her knees give out from beneath her, of Jack and Gabriel turning towards them and then rushing to her as Jesse gently lowers her to a kneel, and she hugs her arms to her chest and reminds herself to breathe, breathe even as the searing pain causes the edges of her vision to go white. This isn’t the first time it’s hurt this badly, but it’s the first time it’s done so in such a short amount of time, and she grits her teeth and tries not to whimper as Jesse keeps an arm draped around her middle, whispering reassurances in her ears as Jack and Gabriel kneel in front of her.

And then it’s gone. In its place is a heavy weight in her mind itself, and she swallows hard as the images and sensations spill into her mind. The words take longer to come, though, she has time to orient herself, and when she flaps a hand at Jesse he knows to help her to her feet. It’s only once she’s standing that she lifts her head, and when she meets Jack’s eyes her tongue moves of its own accord.

“The golden light will fade and hope will take flight, far away and out of reach; when the darkness closes in and when all seems lost, the flames of the emerald dragon will guide it home.”

With that, the presence in her mind gives her a sense of approval before vanishing, quick as it had come, and she feels almost resentful as darkness overtakes her vision. Shorter, but no less cryptic, she thinks, and then she thinks nothing at all.

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[burndownthehousetonight]

((WHO’S READY TO POP OUT A BABY WITH @last-of-my-bloodline))

Things seemed normal at the meeting, running over the usual safety n’ security of thing, a few minor arguments over what was best n’ what was terrible for the details of the current moment, even the occasional talk of what things will be like once things settle down for once. Light simply listened to the details n’ the arguments, sometimes amused by their sometimes odd arguments, yet his worry came when he felt oddly discomforted out of nowhere. 'Was it something I ate?’ He thought though tried to ignore it for a while.

"... ...Restrictions on entering the central city have decreased too much. Have you noticed the influx of weapons salespeople at the bazaar?" An elderly tapir man said in the midst of yet another debate.

"The bazaar has gotten larger on the whole, Lucid." That particularly dour Wolf Light didn't care so much for seemed to be on the minority team of this argument. "You could say the same for any vendors present."

"Yes, Fawlist, anecdotal proof is meaningless," Altitude added. "but import restrictions have gotten lighter exponentially as of late, that's the important part."

"A band of tentails with access to superweapons doesn't NEED to sneak in their weapons." The wolf shot back.

The argument was cut short by a strange, out of place popping sound. The tapir seemed to be the one to place the source. "Light, did you spill something?" He said, noticing the floor near his feet.

His ears suddenly lay flat to his skull, his discomfort more obvious. “No…I think Cassio ain’t waiting anymore,” Light replied, flinching a bit. “This was not what I had in mind at the moment.”

Security briefings were cut short immediately.

The castle servants dropped their daily tasks rushed to grab a wheelchair for the young king. They were only supposed to dig it up closer to the due date, they weren't expecting him to go into labor weeks early! This search was futile, as the castle guards who were helping Light's walking quickly came to the conclusion it would be faster if they carried him outside. There was already a small crowd of castle staff and family following Light to a bench out in the front courtyard.

"The ambulance is on it's way," Altitude assured him, annoyed at the lack of a certain castle resident. "Focus on your breathing. Where's Manic gone to?"

"Manic left with Scourge early in the morning," the castle guard informed them. I.E., they were out doing their usual thievery.

"Oh, lovely." Fawlist spat out in anger. "Light, how bad are your contractions?"

Hissing slightly he grumbled something under his breath he glanced over to Fawlist. “There is still time between… I really didn’t expect this, hopefully there is little delay,” he replied again. His mood was a bit goofed up with this situation.

He then looked to one of the guards. “Can you find them?” He asked, not sure where the two had wandered off to in their thieving hour. ‘This one is definitely a handful already, they can't even wait for daddy to get home,’ he thought with slight amusement. Where was the father, exactly? It was one of his normal 'dates' with Scourge. Find an awful person. Find their house. Rob 'em blind. Manic left his phone on, no one else was even in the house. That didn't stop him from getting angry, of course. "What do you mean, his water broke?" Manic whispered into the phone angrily. "Then fix his water yourself, this is kind of a bad time, dude." Through the phone, his tapir adviser could hear Scourge motioning and saying something to Manic. Disbelief turned into genuine, strong surprise, and Manic fumbled the phone to his face with the sound of something falling in the background. "Uh... What hospital's he at?" Manic asked, not sure what to think. Were they actually being born, right now? Right then and there? "Come on, just grab what you can and go!" Manic commanded, not even bothering to grab anything else. Lucid hung up his phone as soon as the ambulance began to approach. Light kept thinking about what a handful this pup was already, n’ it's just begun for its mischievous life. “The triplets were less trouble then you are…” He whined slightly as he tried to keep going. “Heh…how far are they?” He asked them, unsure. The tapir reiterated the question and handed the phone over to Light, most of the castle help staying behind as the ambulance pulled away. Inside, there was only Light, Shadow, and a handful of paramedics. "Light? That you, babe?" Manic said, clearly flustered. He could hear the van being turned on in the background. "Babe, I'm only like, two towns over. That's what, twenty minutes? I'll be there soon, hang on tight." The other door slammed shut. "He alright?" Scourge said loudly in the background. "Yeah, I think he's fine!" Manic almost yelled, not knowing what to think. He was actually going to have a kid in a matter of hours. "You okay? He's not making too much trouble, right?" He gave a slight chuckle. “At least we know he’s a lot like you, mischievous when he wants to be,” he said in a non-offensive meaning. “We are fine at the moment, Cassio just has terrible timing I swear. Guess they got sick of listening to the meeting earlier that they just had to interrupt it.” Light chuckled again at the thought, though he hurt a little. "I mean, I don't really blame him." Manic was feeding the joke, sure, but he wasn't laughing. He was more joking on instinct than out of actual humor. Crap... How was he supposed to get down to the hospital?! He wanted to be there for Light, what could he do? Even if it was just twenty minutes, that was a hell of a wait. "Tell you what, I know a shortcut. I'll be at the hospital in ten minutes." Manic said, motioning for Scourge. "I'll be there as soon as I can get there, alright, babe?" Manic's 'shortcut' wasn't a shortcut at all. Him and Scourge switched seats. He normally wouldn't want to deal with Scourge's reckless kind of driving, but he was willing to make an exception. The car revved and Scourge was rocketing towards the freeway, pushing the limits of the van and probably going tens of miles over the speed limit. “Alright, but do try to be careful,” Light replied over the phone. He knew even ten minutes was a lot of time to pass, he only hoped they would be fine n arrive soon enough.

Shadow huffed, partly nervous. ‘Boy this was definitely a wake up call for us,’ he thought nervousl,y but he was sure even with the puppy being with little early he was fine. It didn't take long for the ambulence to arrive at the hospital. It seemed the rumor mill ran fast, and streets almost seemed like they were empty in anticipation of the ambulence rushing to the hospital last second. It seemed the plans to have a home birth weren't to be, nothing was ready save for minor details. And sure enough, the king was given priority in the hospital and rushed to the birthing wing. The hospital wings looked clean and gorgeous after reconstruction efforts, just as one would expect from a nice hospital. What wasn't expected was the birthing room. It almost felt like... a cabin home. It was clearly decorated to look and feel warm and inviting, with the rustic furniture and medical tools seamlessly disguised as simple fixtures. The only giveaway that this was actually a hospital room was the bed which, while looking quite nice, still had the same plastic frame and tilted shape of a birthing bed. Doctors rushed to the king's aid, asking rapidfire questions and taking tests to make sure this truly was birth. There was no doubt, of course. The head delivery nurse was brought in as Light's assistance for the process, guiding Light through every step of the way carefully and gently. By the time Manic and Scourge had run in, Light was already positioned on the birthing bed, with the nurse checking the heart rate of the child. Manic dropped a backpack to one of the chair, landing with a heavy thumb. "Oh my god, Light!" Manic said, running up to the side of the bed and grabbing his hand. "Holy- Oh my god, what happened? You're alright, right?" “Relax Manic, this isn’t the first time I’ve had pups, remember. I’m fine,” he said, nervous only slightly. “It was an unexpected curve-ball cause he didn’t want to wait two more weeks,“ Light said softly, trying to keep calm n’ deal with the phase like he had before. N’ thankfully this time he ain’t expecting a set of three. Manic sat down on a cushioned chair, and pulled it up to next to Light. He held his hand as the middle aged reindeer wrote down some information on his patient. "Oh my god... I'm fucking terrified, Light." Manic said, with a weak but genuine smile. "So fucking- This is a real thing, you've got a real baby coming." He laughed lightly, pushing back his quills nervously. "Ooooh man..." Scourge sat down near him and gave him a pat on the back for comfort. "Relax, he's takin' it well." Scourge said, mildly scared himself but at least hiding it. "So how long's this take? He comin' out in an hour or summat?" "Birthing times vary from patient to patient," the nurse informed them. "But normally for a second-time parent, it should take eight or nine hours. The doctor should be in shortly, uh... your majesty." He said, clearly not sure if the term was appropriate. "Are you sure you can handle it, babe?" Manic said, wrenching his hand around Light's. "Like, I know it's supposed to be hella painful." “I know you're worried, but this is considered nothing compared to when I had to birth the triplets…” He winced slightly with a small groan. “But even still, it still kinda hurts just as much I swear…” He said with a heavy sigh, letting his head lay back. Manic scooted closer and gave Light a kiss. "Don't worry, we'll get you on every birth drug thing if you want." He said, trying his best to give Light comfort. He was used to cuddling, and he certainly wasn't going to do any of that here. "Or we could just go all civil war and you can bite a stick, I'm sure it'd be fiiine." He said with his normal stupid face. Things started relatively tame. Sure, the contractions weren't any fun, but they were far apart enough that Light seemed able to relax more. As well, they were able to listen to some music, even watch just a bit of TV, and all around calm down after the initial drama. But as the second hour turned over, things had begun to get worse. The pushes were hitting faster and harder. They had to focus mostly on Light's body to try and keep him comfortable. And unfortunately, Scourge was starting to leave the room more and for longer. Manic never left Light's side, knowing that this was his fault. It was his fault for pushing Light too far months and months before, and he had to make sure Light suffered as little as possible. "Are you sure you don't want more of that stuff?" Manic said. "What are they called... epidurals?" “I’m not sure how much I can take that can still be safe,” he said, eyes closed for a moment. “I know you're worried n’ I was never a fan of this part, but I’ll be fine…so will Cassio.” Light managed to say past labored breathing. “Heh, you're just like my brother was, worrying if I’d be fine through out this.” He gently placed a hand over Manics trying to help calm him down. Manic wasn't sure if he was helping Light or if Light was helping him anymore. One thing he was sure of was that, as the labor did begin to get more intense for Light, Scourge was staying out of the room more, and Manic was getting angry. "Shadow," Manic said, "Can you go get Scourge back in here? I don't- I don't wanna leave his side right now." If it weren't for that, Manic would have marched out there and chewed out Scourge in a second. Nodding he left to go look for green n’ find out why he has been leaving so often n’ for longer periods of time. With a sigh he eventually found the green hedgehog. “Is something bothering you Scourge?” He asked him, being mindful at the moment to let him have some space. When he'd find Scourge, he would be sitting near some vending machines in the front hall, wearing a sweatband and with his jacket removed. He had clearly returned from a jog of some kind, and was having a bottle of water. There was a genuine sadness to Scourge's glare that Shadow hadn't seen from him before. "'ts nothing." Scourge lied, quite baltantly. He could tell Shadow wasn't budging. He wanted to growl and fisht Shadow, but he couldn't. It would only hurt Manic and Light. So he motioned for Shadow to sit down next to him. "Manic fuckin' loves kids," Scourge grumbled, loudly opening the wrapper to a granola bar. "We always joked an' talked about having a kid together. Even found a doctor who thought he could help... fucking insane as he was." He chewed for a moment, speaking through mouthfuls. "He's finally havin' a kid... with someone else. Cassio ain't my kid. Manic's having some kid with some guy he's known for a year tops, an' not me." Sitting with him, Shadow listened quietly for a moment trying to figure what was wrong, n’ once he knew he simply shook his head. “Has it ever occurred to you yet that Light really wanted you n’ Manic to be happy again? Yes he’s having a pup with Manic, but that isn’t stopping him from allowing Manic to still be with you.”

Shadow looked up to the roof. “He knows you love Manic, n’ he’s learned that Manic loves you as much as him, yet he wants to keep from being a rift between that. Why do you think he asked if you could help him with caring for Cassio even if the idea bugs me a little? I know his intentions well enough without adoption, or some mad experiment. What are the odd of you getting that shot of raising a child with him?“

He knew that might have been a little rough, but it was true their records may prevent them from adopting for safety reasons. “Manic is worried n’ a little angry with you at the moment for leaving the room.” Shadow simply put out with a nervous chuckle as he didn’t wish to push his luck with them really. Scourge was aware they couldn't adopt. As thieving as they were, they weren't going to steal an entire child, that would be psychotic. And experiments... it was a nice fantasy, but Finitevuses were no one anyone could trust, especially now that they were more or less responsible for one's death. He was living with Manic and raising a child with him... He was living with Manic and raising a child with him. "Bet he is," Scourge said with a grim chuckle. "At least this time, our kid'll have someone who ain't fucked up to raise him. An' you'll be there, too~" If he was going to give Scourge an off-handed insult, Scourge was gonna be absolutely up front with his. He sighed, grabbed his granola bar... and picked up that heavy back they'd run in with. It was still clunking around, but Shadow could now hear a large rustle of food packaging inside on top of the normal clunking. "Stopped at the machine, Manic 'n me stress eat." He said, walking back towards the room. "How's Light doin'?" “Don’t be too hard on yourself. If anything things may take a brighter turn for the good for you,” he chuckled slightly aware of the sounds he heard, but said nothing. “I’m no better when I’m stressed, I’ve just gotten a little better at resisting thanks to my friends…though I’m tempted to grab one anyways.” His ear flicked about the question. “As good as any one is in labor, hopefully its over soon enough. This sort of thing always made me nervous with him.” "God damn..." Scourge said, seeing Light as they walked into the room. Even if his body was only preparing for the actual birth, the contractions and movements were clearly painful. He was going to be putting up with this for hours more? And this wasn't even the actual birth? Scourge walked straight up to Manic to hug him... and drop the bag and offer whatever vending machine snacks he might want to cope. "He already told me everything," Scourge said, not feeling good but at least not as bad. "Sorry, babe." It was excruciating for them all, and as more time passed, Manic was starting to eat more and more at the sight of Light struggling. He truly felt helpless watching him feel pain like this. He was now leaning near the bed, holding one arm around Light and cuddling him as much as he could to give comfort. Shadow knew he had to be close with how hard its been on Light. “Do you think he’s close, doc?” he asked. Light had been struggling to focus past the aches n’ pains, but he was thankful still for the company n’ comfort. "Your triplets must have been quite hard for your body," the swan doctor informed them. "He's adjusting very quickly. He's almost ready for birthing, but he's going to need to dialate a while longer." That last hour of preparations was particularly brutal. Scourge started leaving the room again, but not out of jealousy. Scourge couldn't keep watching Light twitch and groan in pain like he was. He certainly wanted this labor to just end in a second, but only so he would stop being so pained. But by a combination of constant support and help, the hour inched past. The nursing assistant was starting to be joined by more help, the doctor in the room staying by mostly as extra help for the young king. They could hear a few chatters among the nurses, who were getting more anxious. Manic's grip on the kings hand was almost a vice grip and Shadow actually expressed some shock when the nursing assistant turned to her helper for a second opinion. "Do you think he's ready to push?" Shadow still looked concerned with him, but had to trust the doc when he had given finally the go ahead. Light knew this was going to take some effort,but he only would need to do this once rather than three like before. ‘This is gonna be over soon’ he thought. Final preparations were made while the nurse got into position. "Okay, Light," the nurse said, "You're ready to start pushing the baby. We need you to focus on your breathing. In... out... okay, push." It was agonizing. It felt easier after birthing three kids, but it would have been nigh-on impossible for it to feel worse. It didn't take long before the first push was already over, and Light was panting in his bed. Manic seemed utterly terrified for him. He placed his hand near Light's mouth. "I'll share the pain, babe." Manic said. "Just bite down when you wanna scream, I've had hella worse." He gave Light another kiss. "We're almost done... we're almost done." The baby had far to go. The nurse looked up for just a moment. "Alright, push." Light was nervous about hurting Manic as his teeth were not exactly normal n’ he didn’t wish to cause any scarring on his friend/love, gritting he did as told, but avoiding to hurt him. Shadow glanced off to where Scourge went as he was concerned with him, but didn’t force it as he would get him after this is over. "'Ts already started?!" Scourge was shocked when the door was opened. He could see this wasn't preparing anymore, this was the real deal. He didn't know what to do, other than stand around in shock. What was he supposed to say?! He ran up and sat near Manic, patting his back and watching as he withdrew his hand when he realized Light wasn't taking the offer. His body was given another short break, to let him recover temporarily, and Manic just sat to the side and held his hand. "The head is visible," the nurse informed him. "If you're ready, we need to keep pushing." Manic only wished he could have helped more. With a aggravated grunt, he gave one more attempt to finally get over this hurtle. In a short period later, he finally felt the pains subside n’ only then did he give a sigh, his ears faintly alert to the small sounds. "Three pushes?" The nurses said among themselves. "The baby's already crowning," the head nurse informed them, holding his hands out. "Just a few more pushes, Light. Breathe in... and push!" The closer the baby got, the more painful it became. Every step was making it worse, every moment getting exponentially more painful as the baby came closer and closer to being delivered. He had to scream and writhe in the pain, Manic lending his arm as something for Light to sink his claws into. Every ounce of energy was focused on this one simple, torturous task that was testing the limits of his mind and body...! ◇        ◇        ◇        ◇ Scourge was the only person in the room aware of the throngs of residents of the nation, near and some far, intermingled with reporters of all kinds desperate to get some word about the royal birth. The crowds were kept at back for the safety of the king for hours and hours, after the sun set. The crowd hushed and cameras flickered as Fawlist left the building, a script in hand. Royal guards stood at either side. "On this day, the first of September, at 10:16 PM," he announced grandly. "We humbly welcome our future king, the fourth born child of his royal highness King Scourge Lightwing. The prince is fifth in line to the throne. May the new prince Ignis Cassio Lightwing live long and one day hold a glorious reign!" The crowds cheered outside the hospital, but not a word crept through the silent halls up to the king's room. The plastic holds on the bed had been removed, most equipment gone, leaving the room homely. Light and Manic were now facing one another head on as they lay on the bed, Manic holding his arms around Light, and Light with his arms wrapped around the new prince. He was silent right now. His skin was the same light green of Manic, with bits of dark green hear his tips. The most obvious signs he was the prince were the black marks under his eyes, which he had yet to open, and the tiny pair of folded, colorful wings with green and purple feathers, as well as the vibrant cyan of his father's eyes. He rested safely and quietly between them both, peaceful in his first few hours of life. Thought worn out, he was a bit stubborn to rest just yet. He gave a lighthearted smile “Heh…early but strong. I’m sure he’s gonna be quite the unique one of the house, don’t you think Manic?” He asked, gently running his fingers over the mostly downy fuzz wings, before yawning slightly. Shadow had gone back to the castle earlier to inform his mother n’ the assistants whom had to resume work even in Lights poor timing. Scourge had left into the hall to give the two as much time alone as they needed. There was no one else, just Manic, Light, and Cassio. "I can't believe he's gonna be a part of the castle," Manic said. If he wasn't so tired, he would have been energized and ecstatic. "You actually made an entire... person." He said. He took his hand off of light, and ruffled the quills on his head subtly, to minor reaction. Manic couldn't stop smiling at the sight of his child. All issues of the king knowing a thief were gone from his mind. All that was left was pure love for their child. "He's gonna be the best member of the castle," Manic finally said. "He's gonna be an awesome kid." With a soft chuckle, he let his head rest on the pillow. “I agree, yet what his personality will be like depends on how we raise him, n’ I am sure he’ll get along well with Severante, Trental n’ Victoria.” Feeling the fatigue, Light had begun to drift off to sleep, knowing they were safe n’ that the hardest part will start first thing tomorrow. “I hope Scourge is alright with lil Cassio.” "I almost don't wanna fall asleep," Manic said, yawning as he spoke. "Doctor's are gonna have to take him for testing... I just wanna lay here and hold him..." Manic let Light relax. He lifted Cassio and laid him on top of the king's chest with one arm around him for support. He rested his own head on Light's shoulder. "G'night, little dude..." Scourge just stayed outside and waited. He'd seen the child. He knew they wanted space. And even in spite of what Shadow had said, that jealousy was still there, eating away at him. As the doctors pryed Manic away from the recovering king in his sleep and carried Cassio away for testing, he waited as close to the baby as he could get. Cassio was on the small side for a newborn, but he was healthy. Healthy and well... ... When Light would wake up that next day, he would be in the same recovery room. Manic would by laying near him asleep, Cassio would be being tended to by the midwife in a bassinet, and Scourge himself would be asleep on the visitor's sofa. When he did wake, he chuckled lightly when he heard Shadow speak up. “Good morning sleeping beauty. Sorry if I am here already, the triplets wanted to see you.” Sure enough the three almost three year old pups were nearby. The eldest sat patiently while the other two were eager n’ energetic.

“I’m sure they couldn’t wait to see me n’ their younger brother,” Light smiled gently as he sat up carefully, mindful not to disturb Manic too much, though that didn’t go as planned with Trental leaping onto the bed the two were on. And right onto Manic's hand. Manic seemed to grumble in his sleep and roll over, rubbing his face. It took a moment for everything to come back, and for him to realize what was happening was real. "Heeey, Trent, you wake me up?" Manic asked with his normal smile. He started to shift up and force himself awake. Manic was just as entranced with the baby having their temperature taken. "Good morning, Light." Manic said as the last child bothered Scourge awake. "Guessing they just wanted to see the new dude? How're you doing, that looked like torture." He gave a soft chuckle again as he noted Victoria was the one disturbing Scourge at the moment. “Who knows with them at the moment, a lot makes them curious, but I’m feeling better today.” He smiled to Manic. “Usually takes a day or two, depending on when I’m feeling completely better."

Light found it amusing with each of his pups. Victoria looked a lot more fox than hedgehog, while the boys Severante n’ Trental were both more hedgehog save for their multi tails. Cassio even had a more floofy tail, but he always felt bad as Tren was the only one without wings with his kids. “I’ve got quite the household don’t I?”

Shadow smirked. “I am sure this is nothing you can’t handle, just another worry for the workers once Cassio starts walking or flying. Whichever comes first.” He replied, taking note of the doc returning possibly to inform Light of Cassio’s health. "We're going to need to give Ignis some more vaccinations," the doctor informed Light. "Standard procedure. All our tests are showing that the prince seems to be perfectly healthy." "Wait... He could be this little waddling baby nugget, and just take off one day? Like, he starts flying when he's young?" Manic asked, not knowing what he would think of seeing Cassio flying around before his legs were strong enough to walk. Victoria had managed to annoy Scourge awake. (An impressive feat, with how often Manic tried the same thing.) The sudden piles of children shocked him initially, but the more he looked, the more he could tell he didn't have reason to worry. The kids were excited, maybe a bit too excited, and Light and Manic seemed genuinely happy at whatever the doctor was telling them. There was a little bottle warmer placed near the bed just for Light's stay, as he couldn't breastfeed the child. So when the new child wanted to cry, he was placed gently into his arms, and quickly sated with a nice bottle of milk. "Scourge, come over here, check out the little dude!" Manic said. Scourge stood up, interested in his lightly-feathered wings. Light chuckled slightly as he heard what Shadow said. “It's rare to see a winged child take to flying before they are walking, but Severante was one. Shadow had to bring in our Gatelift friend Zonic to help me out with keeping an eye on him, took us till just a few months before you came into the picture to get him to walk instead of flying everywhere,” he said calmly.

Shadow shook his head. “Thankfully he won’t be able to fly till his wingspan is similar to his height, otherwise the weight is too much for them, but they sure as hell do try n’ it is a cute sight.”

Light then looked at the tiny little fluff nugget that was Cassio as well as the triplets. Scourge just had to convince himself it wasn't entirely the child of Manic and Light, just long enough. It was a kid he had with Light, but he loved him that whole time. He searched for him that whole time. He loved him for as long as he knew that Light was pregnant. He knew they were going to raise this kid with him around. And even then, it still had the traits of Scourge. The dark green tips of his quills and the way it fell behind his head... There was a bittersweet happiness to the moment. Even if it wasn't genetically his child, he was going to be raised like Scourge was his dad. He'd be the father he never got a chance to be to his own son with Fiona. It was like a bizarre determination had been dug up from deep inside his mind. Manic would have said something the moment he noticed Scourge's stare, but Cassio mewled, and Manic's heart could virtually be seen melting at the sound. "Hey, Light." Manic said lifting Cassio as gently as he could. "Could Scourge hold him for a bit?" “It would be rude if he couldn’t,” he said before he looked up to Scourge. “N’ if he wants to he’s welcome to.“ Light knew from the other's energy that he was still partly still on that old thought, but he’d consider it a step if he could help Light with caring for Cassio now. Manic didn't need to read Scourge's energy to know what he was thinking. Scourge was hesitant at first, but he reached over and picked up Cassio gently. There was a bizarre fragility to it all. Scourge's hand was larger than the child's entire head. His eyes were clamped tight. Some strange maternal instinct seemed to have been dug up, making him almost want to protect the kid, even if he would absolutely never admit it out loud. One of the baby's tiny hands gripped around Scourge's finger for comfort. His expression didn't change, but Light could feel a genuine pride in the sight. "He's cute," Scourge said simply, handing back the child and glossing over how he was feeling. “True he is,” Light said calmly as he carefully accepted the child, gently stroking the small infant. All the while, Shadow looked up to them n’ then to Cassio. “Knowing you Light, you will have him wait till he’s five years before you let the lessons start,” he said, chuckling lightly as Light huffed about the mention of teaching.

“You know I would prefer him to wait n’ learn through some form of play,” he said. His brother was serious about having a well taught family. "He's not even a day old," Manic said, pouting heavily towards Shadow. "Let him be a baby. I don't wanna start planning for college or whatever, I just wanna meet him." He reached out his hand, hoping Cassio would grab his fingers like he did with Scourge. "Hey, little guy. You wanna relax and cry and not worry about working on a doctorate thesis?" The other kids seemed entranced by the child. They were probably old enough that Shadow was going to start pushing lessons for them, too. Hell knows how that was going to play out. "Did you see all the people who were outside last night?" Manic asked. "They seem to want to meet this little guy, too." Shadow chuckled at their reactions to his remark n’ shrugged. “Just saying,“ he said before getting smacked with a pillow from Lights direction.

“Ah go pester your boyfriend, brother, I’m sure he’s wanting your attention.” Light retorted though chuckled slightly as he eventually left. “I know, but they need to wait till we are ready to return to the castle before they get any photos of Cassio.” It was like instinct that the baby tried gripping his fingers, letting off a few more light mewls. "I know," Manic said. "I just can't wait 'til they see how cute he is and get jealous of us both for having him." Light was soon going to find his quills getting yet another ruffle. "And Shadow's gonna be like his third dad..." He looked over at Scourge, surprised to see him looking over. "With Scourge, he's gonna have four dads. That's gonna be... That's gonna be kinda chaotic." Cassio was moved closer into Light's arms, Manic not removing his finger from his grip. "I don't know why I was so nervous. This is gonna be amazing." “For first timers it's always expected to be nervous of the unknown, but that is part of the adventure, n’ Cassio’s has just begun,” he purred lightly as he glanced over to Manic. “Just wait, things are just getting interesting.” He said with a lighthearted chuckle. Manic just tilted his head up and looked at Scourge. "What are you thinking, babe?" He asked with a smile. "You ready to be the cool dad?" He looked down at the child. He suddenly had something this... helpless near him, and he had no idea how he would handle this situation. He knew it was coming, yet nothing could have prepared him. "You know I am," Scourge said, not even sure himself.

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WALLACE: Love him or hate him, Rush Limbaugh is the king of conservative talk radio. Twenty million people listen to him each week on close to 600 stations across the country. He’s also written a new children’s book called Rush Revere and the Presidency. And Rush Limbaugh joins us now live from his EIB studio in Florida. Rush, welcome back to Fox News Sunday. Always good to have you, sir.

RUSH: Thank you, Chris. It’s great to be here.

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RUSH: Well, actually, yes, and it is driven by two things, actually. The first thing that’s going on, Chris, is in my view, it is preposterous to believe that the Russians had any effect on the outcome of voting in this country. It’s absurd. There is no evidence. Zilch. zero. nada. The New York Times has run two stories that are basically propaganda on this, one in October and one this past week. And, both stories clearly say no evidence. Nobody they’ve talked to has any evidence whatsoever to suggest it. The second thing I think that’s important for people to remember: People that voted for Donald Trump, people that support Donald Trump really, really believe that they were gonna lose the country if Hillary Clinton won.

This is not an idle thought; it’s not an exaggeration. They really believe that the country as founded was up for grabs. It was over if Hillary had won, if the Democrats had another four or eight years to do what they do with the judiciary and so forth. So those two things. And I think if you try to understand both of those — not you personally. But people have a much greater ability to understand Trump and his supporters if you can intellectually understand those two premises.

WALLACE: You also use a phrase which I have to say that I only heard for the first time in the last couple of weeks, “the deep state,” and that’s the notion that there’s an Obama shadow government embedded in the bureaucracy that is working against this new president. I think some folks are gonna think that’s right on and some folks will think it’s awfully conspiratorial.

RUSH: Well, I would love to claim credit for that, but actually I think a reporter by the name of Glenn Greenwald at The Intercept — who has got a relationship with, what’s his name, Assange. I think he actually coined the term. And I think it works. I don’t think there’s any — who’s driving this business that the Russians hacked the election? It’s the Democrat Party. It’s Hillary. It’s Obama. It’s all those people who just can’t accept that they lost. They’re intellectually —

WALLACE: And you think they’re behind the leaks, too?

RUSH: Absolutely. Of course they are. They’re trying. Look, they can’t win at the ballot box. You know they’re down 1,200 seats since 2010? They’ve become a marginal party, electorally. All they’ve got is their embeds in the bureaucracy and the judiciary, and they’re pulling out all the stops. There’s no question. This business that the Russians hacked the election? This is a serious, serious allegation that is impossible. The Russians could not have had any impact whatsoever on voting, either how they were cast or how they were counted.

In fact, if you want to say they did, they did their job! Hillary won the popular vote. How could they possibly have had any…? This whole premise — and it’s been driving news coverage here ever since Trump took office and even before. You don’t need any more evidence than that to suggest and to know that the left — which is run by Obama and Hillary and the hierarchy in the Democrat Party — is doing everything they can to undermine, to sabotage, and to prevent Trump from implementing his agenda. There’s no question about it.

WALLACE: You —

RUSH: I know what Trump should do.

WALLACE: Well, I’m gonna get to that in a second. Uh, but you suggest that there are some things that President Trump may be doing wrong. For instance, you’ve said that you’re skeptical about his idea — and we heard it again, uh, from Reince Priebus — that they’re gonna come up with a new executive order on the so-called travel ban and that this new one is gonna pass muster with the federal courts. You’re skeptical about that?

RUSH: Well, not so much skeptical. I think they’re going to do it, and I think they should do it, because the judiciary, again, is pockmarked with judicial appointees that Democrat presidents have made for years, and they’re in there for life. As we have seen in the first executive order… You know, Chris, his executive order hasn’t even been ruled on. The judge in Seattle said (paraphrased), “Well, the president said during the campaign that he wanted to ban Muslims, and…” It’s irrelevant.

They’re not even using the law to try to stop the president on this. I think what the president has to do — and I was happy to see it. This rally was something that I hoped he would do, and in the rally he really focused on domestic agenda. Look, here’s the thing. Donald Trump has nobody helping him other than the people that voted for him. Obama had the media; Obama had the judiciary; Obama had all kinds of support. At an Obama press conference, typical question, “What enchants you?” I mean, Obama was never challenged seriously by the media.

Trump doesn’t have any of that. He’s got to keep his supporters on board; he’s gotta keep ’em revved up. So the rally was great. But the thing that will really make all this Russia stuff and all this deep state stuff not take hold is getting to work implementing the repeal of Obamacare, getting to work and really doing tax reform, and getting to work and really shore up our borders. Because that is the primary area where people that voted for Trump felt that we were on the way to losing the country. We’ve even lost the definition of immigration.

“Immigration” today, if you listen to the left, equals anybody who wants to come into the country should be allowed. That’s not what immigration is. That’s illegal immigration, and we ought to all oppose it. We are all in favor of immigration that determines who gets in, the quantity of people who get in, whether they assimilate or not. Nobody’s opposed to that. But immigration has been defined now as people flooding the country who are noncitizens. And that’s called “immigration,” according to the culture of the left. And we’re just ruining our opportunity to stay together as a people —

WALLACE: I want to —

RUSH: — with a common culture by doing this, and it’s being done on purpose.

WALLACE: I want to get to this question focusing on the domestic agenda, because, interestingly enough, that’s something you’ve been saying: He needs to focus on the key things that would improve people’s daily lives. There is a columnist for the Washington Post who is no conservative, and he actually wrote this week — (laughs) and I don’t know whether it’s gonna give you heartburn — he said, “Rush Limbaugh is exactly right about how Donald Trump can fix his problems,” namely, focus… Ignore the political chatter and focus on the domestic agenda. But, I gotta tell you, by historical standards, by this point Obama’s stimulus had already been passed. President Trump is pretty slow on Obamacare, is pretty slow on repealing Obamacare, pretty slow on tax reform. Uh, and there’s a lot of disarray inside the Republican Party on Capitol Hill.

RUSH: Well, now, here I have to tiptoe. (laughs) We’re not talking Republicans and Democrats opposed to Trump. We’re talking establishment versus Trump. Trump is considered to be an outsider. The establishment doesn’t want any part of Trump. They don’t want him to succeed. And I would throw some Republicans in that as well. It’s just the way Washington works. And this is why I think moving forward on this agenda is crucial. You mentioned Obama’s stimulus. Here’s the difference — and this is what Trump supporters know. It wasn’t a stimulus. It was a payoff to unions, Chris. It didn’t stimulate anything! We don’t have a growing economy. We don’t have jobs being created at a replacement level for those we had lost. We don’t have anything Obama said. He lied about the cost of premiums coming down.

WALLACE: But, you — You — Rush, you may be right, and I’m not —

RUSH: No, no. This is important stuff. The —

WALLACE: Well, no, I’m not disagreeing with you. I’m just saying at least he passed his program, and President Trump hasn’t passed any of his programs yet.

RUSH: Well, of course. It makes my point. Here you had… I tiptoe again. You have the historic, first African-American president —

WALLACE: (laughing) You’re not very good at tiptoeing.

RUSH: Well, you know, it’s television. It’s Fox News. I have deep respect. But, no, seriously. You have the first African-American president; you have everybody falling all over themselves to acknowledge that, to reward that. Obama was gonna get everything he wanted in the first year because, if anybody opposed it, they were gonna be accused of being a racist, or bigot, or who knows what. But don’t ignore the substance. The voters know that his stimulus… It doesn’t matter when it got passed; he misled everybody about it.

The people of this country are tired of being misled.

They’re tired of voting based on what candidates have told them they’re gonna do, and nothing ever changes.

Trump has a wide berth here, Chris. The media did not make Donald Trump, and they can’t destroy him. But the media thinks — and when I say “media,” let me define: ABC, CBS, NBC, New York Times, Washington Post, USA Today, L.A. Times. That cadre. They have a formula, they have a blueprint for destroying Republican political officials they don’t like. It’s not gonna work on Trump. He doesn’t fit that mold. They’re trying to every day. It’s kind of comical to watch, and my point about the domestic agenda, if he really wants to lead with the domestic, get going on it.

WALLACE: And I’m not interrupting. I’m not interrupting, because we agreed.

RUSH: That’s fine.

WALLACE: I’m just moving you along. I want to stay with this media issue.

RUSH: Okay.

WALLACE: ‘Cause you heard my conversation just now with Reince Priebus, and tell me what you think. When Trump sends out a tweet and says, “The Fake Media” and all those organizations you just listed “are not my enemy; they’re the enemy of the American people,” does that go too far?

RUSH: Well, again, not to his voters. His voters have thought this —

WALLACE: I’m asking you. What do you think?

RUSH: — for the longest time. I think that there’s something to it. Enemy of the people, enemy of the state; they’re enemies of Trump. And Trump won the election. Trump won the election — on substance. Trump did more interviews, he explained his agenda more than any political presidential candidate ever has, in my memory, and he has tried to stick to it as people perceive it. And this effort to stop him, this is what people include, anti-American, anti-this. It clearly is anti-Trump. And Trump has a connection with his voters that most politicians don’t have. I understand it perhaps better than anybody in media, and that connection that he has is not anything that anybody else can break. Only he can break it.

WALLACE: And — and I’ve got about a minute left, so I’m gonna ask you to keep the time on this. As you look —

RUSH: Is that all?

WALLACE: No, you’ve been doing great. As you look at where they are one month in, is he in good shape? Is he in trouble? Is…? What’s the state of the Trump presidency? One minute.

RUSH: My impression… Well, it depends who you ask. If you ask the media, they want people to believe that it’s chaotic and falling apart and it’s already over. Trump’s defeated, he doesn’t know what he’s doing, and everybody’s running away from it, and we’ve got people in the deep state trying to sabotage Trump in order to save America. I think he’s doing exactly what he said he was gonna do. And, at the bottom line, I don’t think really he’s fazed by any of this. I know Donald Trump; he’s a winner; he’s committed; and he has intended all along to do what he thinks is necessary to save the country.

So perceptions are what they are. Keep an open mind. We’re only one month in, and he’s got three years and 11 months to go, and his supporters have nowhere near gotten to the point where they’re worried or want to abandon him. They hope he hangs in, they hope he just continues to stick it to them, and they want to see this agenda moved. And, believe me, that’s the magic here: Get tax reform, Obamacare repealed, and he’s free.

WALLACE: Rush, thank you. Thanks for coming in today. Always good to talk to you. Please come back.

RUSH: Thank you very much, Chris. I appreciate this very much. I really do. Always a pleasure.

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